You bluff your way out.

You head back towards the service elevator wheeling the gurney with Abigail in front of you. As you pass through the first laboratory you grab a clipboard with some paperwork on it from a hook on the wall.

"Here, take this." You say, handing the clipboard to the Fox.

"Why?" She asks, puzzled. "Whats on it?"

"Doesn't matter." You tell her. "If anyone starts asking awkward questions just look at the guff on the clipboard and come up with some bullshit. People just assume that anyone with a clipboard is doing something important."

You ride the elevator up to the garage level. When the doors open there are a bunch of armed goons out on the loading bay milling around looking slightly pissed off. You feign bored indifference to them and wheel the gurney out with the Fox in her Abi disguise walking beside you.

"What's going on here?" The Fox asks the first armed thug that pays any attention to you.

"A bunch of my crew have disappeared." The thug answers. "They were supposed to be taking in a delivery, but there's no sign of them."

"Oh really?" The Fox sounds annoyed. "I suppose they didn't prepare the transport before they took off either?"

"Transport, what transport?" The goon asks confused. "Mr Big never said nothing bout no transport before he left."

"I called down here and ordered it myself a while ago." The Fox insists. "If our competition sent an assassin here then they clearly know all about this place. We need to get the prisoner transferred to a more secure site asap."

"Um yeah, that makes sense I guess." The thug admits. "So that's the Fox then? I heard she's a real sweet piece of ass, can I have a quick look?"

He takes a step towards the gurney and you give him a hard stare and a growl that stops him dead in his tracks.

"You really want to do that pal?" You ask the thug. "If I was you I'd be more concerned that some of my crew just wandered off. What type of halfassed dicks you got in your crew if they just get bored and take off?"

"Hey, I didn't say...." He starts to protest.

"Well I have it right down here." The Fox cuts in, jabbing her finger at the clipboard. "Transport to be ready and waiting at thirteen hundred, your team took the order."

"Okay, okay. I'll get right on it." The flustered and confused henchman says hurriedly.

He turns and stalks back to the lesser thugs, barking orders. In less than a minute a small transport van is parked by the bay. The Fox hops in the back with the gurney and you get in the drivers seat. A moment later you pull out of the complex and onto the road outside.