The marines didn't like what Abigail said, and would have said something on the matter, if their hands could have reacted a bit quicker, or their mouths, got everything out a lot faster.  The nearer one, the one who appeared to be command did try to talk, and got some kind of syllable out, but it quickly was molded into something of a gurgling grunt.  The lady in red wasn't interested in what he had to say, and add to the fact him making noise was the last thing she'd want.  Really, there wasn't any other option.  Her palm shot out, and smashed into his wind pipe.  It wasn't hard enough to crush it so he'd likely live.  "Consider this a courtesy."  She mumbled as she turned away from him.  "Had this been an actual contest I'd cut you up."  The second marine didn't fair much better, but he did manage to get some more air out before he toppled into a heap.

"Hey!"  Someone called, a marine without a doubt.  "Did you hear that?"  Another one replied.  "It came from outside."  Judging by the way the voices traveled, she was sure the speakers were somewhere on the higher floors.  "Someone get over to the lights!" 

Abigail didn't wait to see the look on the faces when the spot lights came on, and the bodies, still breathing by the way, were discovered.  She hurried away and threw herself inside.  It was too late to be sneaky now so she started full sprint towards where she thought the stairs for B block would be, certain she'd run into at least one guard with a set of keys should go borrow, for the rest of her life.