In regards to Shark’s words of advice, Wasp softly scoffed, slowly shaking her head with a wry smile. “Easier said than done, but thanks for the concern.” If her educated predictions weren’t wrong and her studies in biomedicine weren’t in vain, Wasp simply assumed that the way she was going, she was bound to not last very long anyway. Since the moment of her birth she’d be passive smoking; a fish exposed to water for that long had not the chance to evolve in its lifetime, so to speak. But then again, who said that was a bad thing?<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">We’d</span> hate to loose an agent for any reason.</span>A cute comment, Wasp thought, for it became clearer to the young agent that Shark treated this company more like a community of workers, just like any other industry, rather than a collective of self-obsessed loners who were greedy for cash - a definition Wasp herself saw more fit for the stingy place. Nonetheless, the attention soon turned to ring-leader Ghost and Wasp panned her eyes to meet her gaze. She propped an elbow onto the table and noted her upbeat explanation.<br/><br/>“...you know how<span style="font-style: italic">poor</span>those in the assassin business are.” Wasp’s right eye twitched.<br/><br/>The discussion pressed on through and specks of information revealed, the analogy of this mysterious element acting as ‘reverse white blood cells’ especially intriguing her. Having a cell perform some sort of role reversal, as it seemed, was far from common, even if it were our modern age of the year 2075. Wasp could feel her glance stretch across the conference room and towards the vital disc presented as she raised her eyebrows and nodded in confirmation at Ghost’s summary of the next mission. There was no doubt that the task to follow was particularly risky, especially seeing from what Wasp had gathered, no one truly knew the details of the technology behind this, with our own organisation feeling threatened enough to send a part of their own team to search and destroy the anti-cyborg-human-whatever-thingys.<br/><br/>She couldn’t help but agree with Shark’s follow-up question, raising an open palm in Ghost’s direction to further provide a query; “Yeah, cap’n, you just told us that this weird thingo was deadly to guys like us, and now we’re proposed to tackle it head-on with a buncha dudes who are experienced with the technology? I mean, we’re probably cool enough to pull it off, don’t get me wrong,” she rolled her eyes and chuckled, “but in our cyborg uniform, we’re real obvious, and it’d be so easy for someone to catch us and press play on their rad doomsday mixtape CD to<span style="font-style: italic">remix</span>our blood cells... Is there a plan to somehow sneak around and into the vessel?” With the previous mission being such a hands-on campaign, Wasp wouldn’t be surprised if they were soon each handed a bandolier and asked to commit crime guns blazing... Who knew with this place, huh? H.E.A.R.T certainly lead to exciting professions, to say the least.