People assigned to the apartment mission receive a message. There's a certain van waiting for you near the outskirts of Deling City downtown.
More responsible among those scheduled to meet The Owl may notice that the time for her usual visit to the cafe at the Council District is coming close. Some measures are probably to be taken.
Oliver: Hey, guys! You know the thing we're supposed to be doing at the apartment? Time to go!
-grabs his machine gun and heads towards the van, hoping the illusion will hide it if he stows it in a particular way-
Naomi: -lazing about when she notices in the corner of her AR vision that it's nearly time for their meeting-
Guys we gotta do stuff!
edited 28th Jan '17 2:41:05 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."As you approach the van, you hear voices of two men that are discernible even from the outside.
???(1): I still don't think it was a good idea to join the military again, even if this Caraway dude is loyal to his subordinates, Biggs. Also, ping those agents via commlinks, they should be coming close.
???(2): Come on, Wedge, we've been told what to do, we get back, we get paid. Just don't let go of the wheel when the time's right.
Doors of the van seem to be open as nobody aside from you people would ever need to get into this bucket of bolts.
The bar seems to be a friendly place - no strong alcohol, no rowdy folk and fairly open for tourists. But it isn't frequented by people, so there are only four visitors - a red-haired lady in her thirties, a grizzled merc with blond hair slicked back and a wealthy-looking man along with cultured lady - and the barkeep. None seem to pay attention to those entering.
-Oliver climbs into the back and then draws his MG, checking over the course of several seconds to make sure it is ready-
-Valerie also climbs into the back, where she makes herself scarce-
-Naomi enters the bar looking somewhat sulky...-
-an act that should hopefully allow her to blend in-
-Fortunately, the enchantment makes her look like she's wearing fitting clothing-
edited 28th Jan '17 2:58:33 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."-Momonga ducks out for a moment-
-Then enters the bar dressed in a business suit she requested since a kimono sticks out more, just to (even barely attempt to) blend in with the populace. She goes to the greeter and hands the (probably confused) person her swords as courtesy dictates when entering an establishment like this-
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)(@Fen) Biggs: This one? A government-issued. But the disguise is okay, and will be up and running when you need it. So no complaints from me. I'm Biggs, by the way, and this is Wedge.
Biggs is sitting in front of multiple screens and panels in the back, receiving and monitoring signals. Wedge is sitting at the driver's seat and waves hello as well.
(@Team) Wedge: Hey there. Waiting for all of you to get in, then leaving.
The greeter is indeed befuddled, and takes Momonga's blades as carefully as he would defuse a bomb. He puts them aside, then lets the team in.
The operatives manage to blend in without issues, the only one being the sudden influx of visitors to the bar. As you get in, the blond-haired merc abruptly stands up, then leaves a bill along with some papers on the counter and leaves. The barkeep eyes you, being friendly but, of course, curious.

Oliver: Which makes it even more confusing that I'm here. In this body.
What happened? Something had to have happened.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."