"Crap.  Well, now the whole neighborhood knows."  Abigail mumbled walking up to the gunner's cell, keys in hand.  "Come on then, we'd better get going."  She put the key in the hole, turned it, and pulled the door open on oiled hinges that didn't protest the least.  "I can take on quiet a bit of men on my own, but the entire marine regime, that's going to be a stretch if there ever was one."  She cocked her head to the left, listening.  "We better go."  She pointed down a hall, the opposite way from the sound of all the running feet.  "Are you ready, or are you just going to stay there, and keep your cell mates company?"  Without waiting for a reply, The red headed woman turned and started running down the long hallway.