Traffic control was a small room with a large mainframe and a few access terminals, designed to control an entire plannet's ship traffic grid and provide very precise model predictions as well as interact with ships' nav computers and autopilots to provide the necessary data to get them down safely, or at least to provide pilots the guidance. Luckily, the company that provided it also provided the code to Rebel programmers, who swiftly developed very efficient viruses to penetrate the system and bug it.

The PDA being used for the virus insertion by Toland went off with a warning, intended to go off if a security station arose. Handed the pad, Serossa's eyes widened considerably even as she got on the commlink with the LT and Intruder's bridge and announced, "Dove hunt."

That was the code word for Imperial trouble, that the mission was compromised by Imperial Forces. A Pigeon Trap was bounty hunters and a Duck Lure was local law enforcement. 

A Dove Hunt was a definite abort; if the Empire caught wind of them, they'd pile on the reinforcements and firepower until the rebels were dead. One could shoot their way past local forces and buy off or gun down bounty hunters, but the Imperials with the element of surprise was a good reason to fade out of the system as quickly as possible.

She turned to the others, after hitting the pad several times to abort the upload, scrub the stuff already in the Ganatoo system and sanitize the logs to show nothing ever happened. The mission was burned; if the upload were to complete itself, it would be able to conceal itself in the system, but a partial upload would be unstable and possibly reveal itself to the Imperials. An abort and erasure meant having to start over from scratch on the upload, but at least the Imperials might not ever be the wiser for the hack attempt.

"Lionesse is en route, looks like, they just cleared all traffic in the Ganatoo pattern for an Imperial Code VTRL. We walk out real casual," she told the rest, "and we go to the port's speeder parking. But anything that we didn't encounter coming in that tries to stop us gets blasted."

Besk nodded; assume ISB and shoot to kill; and as Besk figured-- suicide rather than capture. It might get messy, but any bribed guards would possibly turn on them with imperial trouble-- the Empire cared little for smuggling but a lot about Rebels and they'd paid smuggler rate bribes suitable for local, not Imperial, trouble.

"I'll lead Serossa," he said casually, knowing that the point had to kill fast; Sekula needed to be on Thanner's back and Thanner couldn't be up on point. Toland was a cherry. Besk threw him a wink he didn't feel.

"I've got rear," the sarge said as they moved out, along the slightly shabby blue-painted plastoid hallways of Ganatoo, eventually melding with the crowd of regular people who were not, it seemed, panicking or trying to necessarily leave, though they were held up in the terminal. That, to Besk's eyes, looked good -- the security people didn't look all that surprised, and while all the departures and arrivals showed delays, it didn't look like the trouble was spaceport trouble. 

He didn't quite dare breathe a sigh of relief as they got out the doors; the Sarge clearly didn't see anything either, since she was the one best qualified to spot a tail and off the bastard if necessary. But so far, all clear, especially when they took a few turns into less crowded areas, checked the horizon for any signs of surveillance. If they were being tracked, they'd have to be good, and if they were that good, the Liberators were probably burned. 

Shockingly, they made it to their speeder truck, "borrowed" with no sign that they were the object of he security problem; a quick scan of hacked local comms, using code lifted from the traffic control system indicated it was...of course. Slooga.

"What's the plan, Sarge?"