Over the com-net, BB drops a short trid clip of the two prospective threat forces, while calling Hawk back down to ground-hugging level so it doesn't attract attention.<br/><br/>"Alright, Hawk got some eyes on the bad guys. We got three potential sets of hostiles, though they'll be scrumming with each other for a bit - way looks clear for a few minutes. Building security's got a half-dozen guards, about to thrown down with about ten policlub thugs. The brute squad's circling around to take the thugs up the ass; once they're the delicious bloody meat in a bullet sandwich, we'll have the rentacops and the brutes coming down on us like two sacks of hammers, so we better haul ass."<br/><br/>Putting action to words, BB pops his arm-swords out of their sheathes and inspects the edges, then retracts them and hefts his assault rifle.<br/><br/>"Maggie, can you get any internals? Maybe hack their camera net, get an idea of what sort of firepower the brute squad's toting?"