As Abigail moved forward, she heard the little girl take off. She took a brief second to look over her shoulder to see Lori fly to the roof, and then another few seconds to make sure nobody else saw her. Once she knew for sure, she turned her back towards Lori again and moved to the trucks, swiftly... 'disconnecting' the trucks from their fuel supply. It was an easy job, as all of the men behind this appeared to be inside. Or at least they weren't near the trucks, that much Abby knew.
As she moved to the next truck, she briefly looked to her side, where there was nothing but air to most, and whispered; "Keep an eye on us. But mostly on her."
Having said that, she moved on to cut the fuel supply from the last truck, after which her job was done. Satisfied that the people here weren't leaving by truck anytime soon, she moved closer to the warehouse. She found an old door, which the men here had undoubtedly mistaken to be locked, but it was held open by a tiny cloth blocking it from closing fully. Abigail carefully peered inside, and could see two men from there. She wouldn't take action yet though, as she wanted to wait for Lori.
And just then did she see the girl through her own means and the Force, as it showed her the girl's intention. Despite being able to see the girl, Abigail was still a bit surprised when Lori started shooting through the windows.
Still, surprised or not, Abigail knew a distraction - and a perfect chance - when she saw one. She swiftly moved through the door and inside the warehouse. As she entered, she was almost pushed aside by one of the men, who had just gotten a blaster to shoot back at whatever was in the sky outside. Luckily for Abigail, the man hadn't expected her, which gave Abby the advantage she needed. She took a hold of his head, and swiftly smashed it into the nearby wall, effectively knocking him out. She quickly took the blaster out of the thug's hand before she made her way forward, hiding behind a set of crates.
In front of her was the main area of the warehouse, a large open space, full with windows throughout which Lori had been shooting. Almost all of the men had blasters of their own now, something which trouble Abigail a bit.
All of the thug's faces were still aimed upwards, towards the windows, trying to find the source of the blaster fire.
Unless Abigail was going to put all of her faith into the Force, it was unlikely she would survive a fight against seven men if she just openly announced herself. Her best chance were to take a hostage, one of the men closed to the boxes she was hiding behind, but chances were pretty big the men here cared not for the others, and would just gun both her and the hostage down laughing. Still though, she had to find a way to at least divert some attention away from the little girl, otherwise some harm might come to her, which was something Abby would not allow to happen.
"Who the hell goes there?", one of the men yelled out loud. "What kind of creature flies?", he then asked his mates silently.
"A demon", one of the others, a strange looking fellow, replied hesitantly.
Well, Abigail couldn't think of Lori being a little demon; she would have named her a little angel herself, but hey, if these men feared demons, then why not. This thought gave Abigail the idea she needed to give Lori a bit more space. She sought out through the Force, to not only see the room around her but to feel it's contents. Then she tried her best, to do small yet significant things. On the other side of the room, she made a few metal objects smash into each other, making a few of the man immediately focus their attention on the noise. Somewhere else she made the main door towards the outside with the trucks fly right open, causing the others to focus their attention away from the windows as well. Abigail was inside and in position now, thanks to Lori diversion. Now it was time that Lori went to a more favourable position under the cover of Abigail's distractions.
It wasn't much, but hopefully now Lori had more space and opportunities to think of a next step for their plan.
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