The lab techs were all busily swabbing, and sampling, and going over everything with a fine tooth comb, so they shouldn't notice her. You could usually count on techies of all variety to become totally absorbed in their work, which she very much appreciated. It meant she would be unobserved for a little bit.
So she got on the computer, and went to the little dropbox site where she kept templates for every different kind of ID she had ever used, opened the one for an FBI agent, made a few tweaks, and printed it out, then slipped it into the plastic holder that currently held Special Agent Anderson's FBI ID. So long as nobody looked too close, it should work for now, till she could... aheh... "procure" another one.
She pulled off all the protective clothes, and pulled back her hair, letting her elven ears stick out slightly, always something that led to an air of mystery, or seductiveness for some. Speaking in a slightly husky quiet voice also helped, though she thought it was a little ridiculous.
She couldn't really do anything about the skirt for now though. Her bag was there in the back of the van, but she didn't really have time to do anything except unroll the skirt till it was at a length down past her knees, allowing her to look a little more respectable, but she did undo just the top button her shirt, and removed the tie completely, shoving it into her pocket.
Then she did something to complete the disguise completely, at least in most people's minds. She put on full makeup. It was mostly around the eyes, and since those were nearly black to begin with the eye makeup tended to make her eyes look much larger and more vibrant. Her lips tended to blend into the color of the rest of her face normally, but when she put lipstick on they tended to look much fuller, and made her smile seem much more alluring. A basic concealer, some powder, and blush completed the look, giving her skin an airbrushed look that covered up any imperfections of color on her skin.
She had learned to be very fast at this process through decades of practice, through many different styles. The big hair scene in the 80s for example had be particularly memorable.
When she looked at herself in the screen of her phone, via the front facing camera, she looked like a completely different person, at least in the details. She hopped out of the van, then walked stealthily over to one of the official black vehicles. There was a local uniform at the entrance to the storage park. She had walked past him a couple of times already in the lab tech disguise, and he was pretty sure he hadn't noticed her at the time. Somehow she didn't think he would fail to notice her this time.
She pulled her cell phone out, and held it up to her ear, then opened the door as if she'd been in the SUV the whole time, and said in an argumentative voice, "No, I said Terre Haute.... Indiana. No not INDIA you half-wit! Just GOOGLE it for God's sake!" she kept up the mock arguement as she walked around the SUV, and slowly, deliberately made her way toward the gate, as if trying to get out of the phone conversation. "No, they said it WASN'T radioactive. Look, just get me the files on that biker gang, the Goat's Heads," (she'd had time on the flight to do some extensive research on the place) "or something like that.... Yes!" she said as if relieved that "he" got it this time, and rolling her eyes toward the officer, as if inviting him to share in the irony.
For his part he gave a little smirk, and rolled his eyes back, shaking his head.
She had him hooked. "Okay, then, just make sure you get that to me ASAP."
So quietly that only she could hear it her phone said to her, "at the sound of the tone, the time wi-" before she hung up the phone and started tucking it into her inside jacket pocket.
"They're officially called the Goatshead Motorcycle club, if that helps," said the officer.
"She looked back up at him, then smiled gratefully. "Oh... so close. Anyway, I think I'll let him sweat a little trying to find something that's just a tiny bit wrong." They laughed together as she reached into the opposite jacket pocket, slowly and deliberatly pulled out the folio with "her" badge, and she flashed it to him briefly. "Senior Agent Olivia Burnham, Anti-Terrorism Unit. Listen... " she tried to think of something to say to get into his good graces. "... it's very important that the only people to get in through this gate are those who have a badge. Clear? If this was a terrorist act there could be more bombs ready to go off."
His face went very still for a moment. "Do you really think there are more bombs?"
She took pity on him. "No," she said. "Not really. But it's safer not to take the risk. Even if there's not a bomb here, if you let a terrorist in by accident, they could take out a whole lot of very valuable law enforcement agents before anyone could do anything." she patted him on the arm. "I for one am glad you're here looking out for us Officer Wilendorn." She'd notice his badge on a previous pass as the lab tech.
His eyes opened wide, and she said, "Yeah, we've been watching. Your application is currently being reviewed by the top recruiters."
It was a shot in the dark, but it seemed to hit the mark because his chest swelled up, and he said, slightly hoarsely now, "Yes ma'am. You can count on me."
She nodded at him and walked past him into the park.
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