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The doors are locked with more security protocols than the White House's inner sanctum.
The shutters are down, both physically and digitally.
Anything that can access the internet is locked four floors down in a lead lined box with every camera in the room (and some outside) covering the box's surroundings.
A literal satellite has been borrowed to watch over their region, with a specially designed AI watching over everything, and taking care of any issues that may erupt. (Obviously, this is not sustainable, but for the next 12 hours, at least, everything will be fine.)
Allies have been, well, not informed of what is to come, but they have been subtly told to be on watch. Allies are only allies as long as they aren't given the opportunities to become enemies, so while they haven't been informed of the plan, they are aware that something is going to happen, not many know about it, but if something goes wrong then hellfire will rain down and justice will be swift and severe.
And finally, there were emergency experimental (experimental...in as much as anything Hardison designs on a three day binge after shotgunning orange soda and then falls into a mini coma afterwards is...experimental) shots that would shoot everyone into fighting form within 30 seconds, as long as you are willing to undergo the absolutely spectacular crash 4 hours later.
Hardison grinned.
"All right everyone, everything is as locked down as is physically possible, the drinks have been poured, we are ready." Hardison rubbed his hands together as an evil smile spread further and further across his face. "Let's commence...Operation: Never Have I Ever."