Step one was initiating the false alarm. An inside contact had covertly provided Henshaw with the access point he needed to get into the facility's network, eluding both the physical and digital security simultaneously. In a bureaucratic hive like MAVU, nobody questioned a man with the right credentials. Slipping into the server room, he quickly withdrew the uplink wire from the side of his head and inserted it into a server, his eyes rolling back as he interfaced directly with the system. It only took five minutes to upload a series of readings that would signal false positives on every single reactor meltdown indicator. Within seven minutes, the evacuation alarm went off, and he slipped out with the rest of the staff.
That very same elite crew, headed by both Henshaw and 2714, now wearing the same array of stark-white hazmat suits which had adorned the now-executed technicians. Descending on the MAVU Industries manufacturing plant in a set of three vans, they disembarked with a set of briefcases which would normally contain the tools they'd need to defuse a meltdown. Instead? Weaponry...and room to bring some prizes out.
All was in place. They all looked identical to the workers who were initially being sent in. There'd be no institutional involvement with the meltdown, having replaced the professionals sent in to handle the nuclear reactor; only the approach of unanticipated variables could possibly influence the outcome of their objective.
Step three: Retrieve fissionable materials from the reactor. We are here.
"Let's go, boys," he whispered excitedly into a headset under his rubber hood, "Easy money."