"The navy base huh?"  Abigail tapped the flat part of her blade on the marine's neck.  "Interesting.  I bet we could get all the supplies we never from there, and at a fraction of the price we'd spend if we did all our shopping legitimately, right?" She stopped at the sight of the smoke suddenly filling their vision.  "What the hells that?"  She narrowed her eyes and returned her vision back to the marine prisoner.

"What's going on, exactly?!"  She moved forward, keeping the blade pointed at the man's neck, and crouched down while she put her hand behind his head.  "And be as exact as possible, please."  Her bright eyes narrowed.  "Whose attacking, what can they do, and what sort of fail safe plans does your squad or whatever its called have in case of an attack?"