Iris knew that the job was all finished - she could see it, plain as day, through the security feed. But still she was on edge. She could tell her coworkers felt the same way from the way they were walking as they returned to the van, glancing around as if expecting a surprise assault from some hidden character. Another assassin, perhaps. That mission had just been far too easy.<br/><br/>Fortunately, Iris knew how organizations like H.E.A.R.T. managed their forces. She thought it was very likely that this mission would not be the team's last, but rather a warm-up in preparation for things to come. It was the same deal in the police, when a small group of detectives was brought together for an especially tough case. They would always invest more to confirm that the detectives were comfortable working together before tackling the more difficult parts of the case.<br/><br/>Iris was pulled from her thoughts by the voice of Ghost ringing distantly through her real ears with a greeting, marking her arrival in the vehicle. Iris couldn't help but blink a couple of times as her vision returned to her body. She was used to the stinging, of course, but switching in between two-dimensional and three-dimensional vision always disoriented her.<br/><br/>"Thanks for the compliment, G." Iris stuffed her hands into her hoodie's pockets, smiling despite Ghost being unable to see it under her ski mask. "Glad to know I was at least a little bit helpful."<br/><br/>By the time Wasp jumped into the vehicle, though, Iris' mind was back on the subject of business. Normally, she'd make a sarcastic remark about the shades, and maybe note that she definitely shouldn't be drinking at her age, but all she said was a distracted "Sure." She was far too busy giving the mysterious device a look.<br/><br/>This was clearly the other reason she was called in - an on-site examination of the weapon, and a hypothesis as to what it was, what it did, and what countermeasures could be taken against it. She knew more than enough about tech - she tinkered with her eyes when off the job, and had designed all of the prosthetics' upgrades herself.<br/><br/>But even she had to admit that, without any specialized tools, it would be practically impossible to determine the device's mysterious energy wave. Her first guess was an EMP, but she could dismiss that from surveillance footage alone - had it been an EMP, the security cameras would have gone offline as soon as they were exposed. Besides, cyborg parts were designed very specifically so that EMPs couldn't harm them, as plenty of military folk used cyborg prosthetic to stay in service after having lost limbs. This device, on the other hand, was specifically targeting cybernetics.<br/><br/>The plot thickens. If she had a pipe and some tobacco, Iris would probably be blowing smoke rings as she thought. A three-pipe problem, indeed! (She was fond of making witty references to books, movies, and video games from humanity's earlier days. A trait inherited from her father, bless him...)<br/><br/>Iris hopped into the front passenger seat - her eyes would be useful up front, and Smiles would need some room for his unconscious body. "So, could we make this quick? I have a sinking feeling I'm gonna be called away on more IRL biz soon." It wasn't just a feeling - she usually got called in on the assassin cases because of her experience in dealing with them in the past. Of course, the police and H.E.A.R.T. each had their own definitions for her "dealings". All the police knew was that her father was put comatose by an assassin attack.