@Iceblade: you notice that everyone in the entire place is staring at you. You're huge, scaled, and talking in a booming voice. You notice that your sponsor, Jane, is staring at you with wide eyes. She doesn't look fearful. She doesn't even look surprised. She looks seriously pissed off. You immediately get a message on your commlink sent through your team's common channel: "Don't let any video footage leave this room or we're all screwed!!"
@Jerry: you notice that there is a lot of interference being broadcast from somewhere nearby. You realize that there's some kind of signal jammer nearby. It's a rough and unsophisticated jammer, but it's got a big power supply and will block transmissions from just about any off-the-shelf commlink. This airport is under constant threat of terrorist bombs (and corporate bombs.. and, well, pretty much everyone around here has access to bombs and has the willingness to use them.) The jammer will stop people from broadcasting any video out of the area, but not if they make a run for it and leave the building. There doesn't appear to be anyone who is holding up their commlink to capture anything on video, but there are three civilians that look like they are likely to have the money to afford cybereyes. All three appear to be part of the same group, and they're currently struggling to avoid being knocked over by the throng of people trying to run.
Looking around, you see that the Igbo's are scattering like ants. Several are starting to unlimber AK-97's from their shoulder straps, but everyone is running for cover. There is a row of mouldering cargo boxes along one side of the hangar on the opposite side of the hangar as the vendors. The Igbo are making a run for the boxes, planning to dive behind them and use them as cover. The slender motorcycles that have been zipping through the crowd all try to make a run for it at the same time, driving into passengers and each other and making a huge pileup in the middle of the airport. The drivers kick up clouds of red dust from the floor everywhere they land, the motorcycle wheels kicking up dust and spraying it all over. The airport is a mess.
@Hyena: you notice that there is a camera panning slowly back and forth in the corner of the building above the mouldering boxes. There's a cord running down the wall, disappearing through a hole in the wall next to a solid-looking wood door. The door is squarely behind the area where the Igbo are headed. The camera is panning slowly, especially with your superhuman reflexes, but you realize that you only have a few seconds before it captures the group on video.
What do you do?
