<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/1w6Sw.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Abigail Brand<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong> Agent Brand or Ma'am or Miss. Not 'Hydra-Hair.'<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Northern Egypt, Mersa Matruh<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Open<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>She kicked open the patio style doors leading into the hotel proper, gun in hand when she heard his question and headed towards the hotel gift shop in the lobby. "Maybe you can find something there," she then suggested helpfully, though the tone of her voice remained gruff as she approached the hotels front doors from the side and then peeked out. "According to intelligence, the Egyptians were being evacuated west or across the sea. Hopefully there aren't too many civilians left here," she then said, dropping a hint of how she expected the next Battle of Port Said to unfold. "In fact if Apocalypse hasn't arrived here yet, our biggest threat might be looters or bandits or bedouins. Vagrants and criminal types," she added, her voice almost sounding like it was rising a bit in tone, as if she'd prefer it.<br/><br/>When Nightcrawler was finished, she pushed the door open and then, twirling about, pointed out a sign with several numbers scrawled in spraypaint next to the door. "This is an evacuation symbol. Means this area was already searched and evacuated," she said to Nightcrawler. Then keeping her eyes on what looked like a main road through the city, her communicator still beeping slightly more quickly now as she advanced down the side of the road. There were cars that were abandoned, shuttered storefronts and plenty of garbage had gathered along both sides of the street, with flies almost like clouds gathering around the piles of rubbish as she pulled out a length of cloth and wrapped it over her nose and mouth to help keep the bugs and stench away from assaulting her. As they passed down several more blocks, the only sound beyond the sea lapping against the beaches, and the buzz of insects or garbage blowing in the wind was the crunching of her combat boots on the asphalt until finally she slowed down a bit and glanced back at Nightcrawler, wondering if he heard it as well.<br/><br/>A feint scraping sounds that was slowly growing larger.<br/><br/>Raising her sidearm, she approached the side of the road, taking cover between the doorways and the parked, abandoned cars when a shadow loomed in the coming intersection. Raising her weapon, she paused, intending on identifying herself only after she could see what was coming up.<br/><br/>It was an ox attached to... an oxcart.<br/><br/>She lowered her weapon, leaning around the corner as if expected something more portentous but nothing came about. Heading further down the road, the commercial structures slowly gave way, as they passed by a Pizza Hut, and then saw the storefronts becoming smaller and mixing with apartment buildings and housing, all of the also with spray painted symbols on the doors. What was disconcerting was what looked like drag marks in the street, and a few of the doors and windows shattered as well as passing by a few cars that had burned up. Another block further down they could see the pockmarks of bulletholes in buildings and shell casings sparingly spread across the street. One of the houses they passed looked to be barricaded up, bricks looking like they were freshly laid out to wall off the storefront. Abigail made a point of walking on the opposite side of the street from that particular home.<br/><br/>Walking past a mosque, they could see the signs of an evacuation. The mosque and the square surrounding it were covered in paper, pamphlets, canvas and lots of torn open sacks of belongings and personal items scattered across the lawn. From the tent canvas, she could make out the International Red Crescent symbol on some of them. Though most of the paperwork was in Arabic, it looked to be some sort of evacuation marshaling area. Parked on one of the streets was an olive drab army cargo truck missing a wheel and its hood popped open, the car battery apparently taken out of it and its fluids drained. "Looters must've come through here after the evacuation," she then said, poking around, hoping against hope something useful, and preferably fully automatic, would be found there.<br/><br/>No such luck.<br/><br/>"We're almost to the airport," she then said as they kept moving along when as they passed the backside of the mosque, Abigail paused a moment as something more disturbing came into view. There were at least several dozen bodies wrapped up like mummies and laid out across the mosque's parking lot. Little red blobs could be seen staining some of the clothes around the head of a few of them as off to the side of the lot of corpses was a helmet that seemed to belong to one of Apocalypse's troops. Looking around even more, she saw the tell tale signs of what was likely some sort of public execution, perhaps one following a skirmish of some sort in which all of the bodies were dragged here. She glanced back at Nightcrawler, thought about being worried for his welfare, then decided he was big enough that he could handle himself. "Looks like they visited here already," she then said when they could hear what sounded like a native voice on a loudspeaker nearby, along with a feint mechanical whirr of machinery coming from the southwest.<br/><br/>Even from here she could see the airports control tower in the same direction. "The military base is in that direction. Maybe they should spot me first instead of you," she said, hoping the green hair wouldn't be too much of a bad first impression with whoever might've been at the airport.