Motoko nodded her head. "Yes, we should get going. Everyone remember to keep a low profile going in tomorrow. If you have to bring weapons, nothing illegal, OK?" Standing, she looks to the others, and grins. "And make sure you find out where that project is, ok?" And with that, she pays her tab and slips out of the room.
Returning home, Motoko was pleased to see the package with her uniform and ID waiting there for her. It wasn't anything spectacular to look at, but it would help her blend in, which was what she wanted.
The next morning, Motoko called a cab, and arrived at work a half hour before she was scheduled to show up. As she approaches the building, she starts acting excited and nervous, just like a young techie starting a new job at a place with more guns than most people could ever hope to see in one place. All part of her cover.