Block B, did she hear that right?  It could've been C, or D for all she knew.  Why did all the letters have such similar endings?  Couldn't they speak in the nato-fanatic alphabet, and make things easier on her?  Was that too much to ask, really?  Why couldn't marines do anything right!  She clenched her teeth and ground them together, and began moving forward, intent on taking out the guards when the large man vanished to wherever it was he needed to be. She'd just have to start at B, and then work her way through the other letters.  At least A doesn't sound like everything else in the damn alphabet.  

Abigail froze when the large man turned around and looked her direction.  Instinctively her hand dropped to her left side, and clutched at nothing.  "It's back on the boat!"  She clenched her first, and got ready to make a run at him, but he stopped short and bent down to feed some rats.  "Oh."  She frowned, and took a step back, allowing for the shadows to further conceal her.  "For the best, anyways.  If I'm right about him, then bullets wouldn't do much good."  It would be better to get in close, and cut him up before he could figure out what was going on.  A shot, all that would likely do would warn him of danger.  

Abigail waited for a few moments, watching the man, before turning, and slowly making her to where she thought the outside of Block B was.  Maybe she could talk to the get through the cell bars, and get a better idea of what was inside.  If not, there was always brute force, but that was something she liked keeping as a last resort.