Abigaíl listened quietly while the Kuchiki explained his plan. To be completely honest, it was a fucking stupid idea, but the boy didn't seem all there at the moment. She wasn't sure if she could trust him to carry out a stealth mission properly right now. He might've been safest outside, while she dealt with whatever awaited them inside the facility.
She certainly would've been safer, at least.
"Fine then," she sighed heavily as the boy began the process of awakening his power. It was much too showy, though she supposed she might not have been one to talk about being flashy. The moment that it seemed Takehiko had gotten the facility's fullest attention, she crossed the impromptu battlefield and descended into the steel tunnels with rapid flashes of movement.
Inside the facility, all of her training and experience in the stealth force came back like it was only yesterday. It was only through the shadows that she moved, faster than the eye, human or electric, could see, and silent, she stayed as ever more men and women passed by her with weapons of all sorts. A part of her hoped that the Kuchiki boy would be alright.
Passed the cages full of frightened, abused humans and equipment and technology she'd never familiarized herself with, she came to a fork in the road. To her right, she could feel more humans, their meager reiatsu raised with agitation and readiness, but to her left, behind a closed door with a small plaque on its face, she could feel... Well, she wasn't sure what exactly, but a single, calm human surrounded by others who cowered with fear.
Once the latest batch of soldiers had passed, Abigaíl stepped out from the shadows and came to the door. She sensed nothing worthy of being called dangerous on the other side, but still, for just a moment, she thought about donning her own mask. In the end, she decided against it, lest she tire herself needlessly, and opened the door.
She was not prepared for what awaited her on the other side.
"Well, well." She gently closed the door behind her, and adopted a facade of smug grin and gleam. "Is this a bad time, then?" This time, she had better control over the situation. This time, she would get some information before the bastard met his end. Thinking on how to go about her questioning, Abigaíl slowly drew her zanpakutō and wedged it into the seam between the door and wall.
It seemed to be the only way in, and now, there would be no way out.