It merely took seconds of waiting before she heard Shark’s message; as soon as his words processed through her mind, her eyes widened and a chuckle stifled. “Not gonna lie, Shark, that sounds pretty badass.” Escape the mission via vehicle? Where were the cameras and movie director? Perhaps it was commonplace in this field of work, but a kid like her didn’t know how to drive in the first place, and so the idea seemed pretty snazzy. Wasp quietly chuckled at her musing as Ghost’s next pieces of information soon followed, echoing through the young adult’s thoughts. As she spoke of the guard’s whereabouts, Wasp lined her vision to the right and gradually panned to the left to where Ghost’s command specified. “Aye, aye, cap’n,” she retorted through her communicator, eyes creased into smiles as her glove happily engulfed the little potion.<br/><br/>Light steps pacing towards the first underground level’s stairway, Wasp eyed the security guard standing about, and as she saw his aesthetic, a few ideas popped to mind. As the man dared to turn his back to the assassin, her next actions moved like a blur. She surged towards the tall figure, gripped his mouth with her left hand and held his neck with her right, the metal spikes of her gloves protruding like claws to pinch his skin. When this lock was in place, a needle seemingly produced from her index finger gave her unfortunate victim a forcefully harsh poke, and down, down, down went the sweet, sweet rohypnol, the liquid sinking from her glorified syringe and deep into the guard’s tissue. The guard didn’t even have time to process what had happened; the mere shock of being injected, combined with the instant effects of the drug, were enough to knock him out cold before Wasp could even formulate a witty remark. Shame, really, for that was truly the best part to her! The needle retracted back into her glove, allowing her fingers to freely brush at her locks. Anxious of the guard’s friends noticing what had happened, she slowly dragged the body into a sheltered exterior part of the warehouse, and took a few attempts at wriggling his body into a warehouse packaging box that was left sitting around. When finally in place, Wasp looked the guard over and turned to walk to the stairs... Then froze. Took two steps back. Swiveled back around on her heels. Peered into the box again. “I almost forgot,” Wasp whispered as though the body could hear her, “I’ll be borrowing this for a bit, okay?” Stretching a hand into the wood, Wasp lifted the guard’s sunglasses from his face and raised her arm back out, inspecting the frames before packing them into her jacket.<br/><br/>With a small shrug and a content “Mhm”, Wasp descended the stairs.<br/><br/>It was far from dark enough to need to use her bionic eye lenses, so she simply allowed her pupils to adjust themselves as she scanned the area before her. Feeling for the wall as she walked across the length of the area, her eyes eventually passed by the hidden garage from the other side of the room, and in turn, the highly anticipated ‘getaway car’. Oh, fellow cyborg uniforms, it seemed! The stairway was in line of sight from the garage, yet hidden from the main entrance and shrouded by shadows; Ghost made a good decision to meet up at said location. “‘Ey, Ghost, Shark, nice to initially meet you on a<span style="font-style: italic">fine</span>day like this, huh?” She dryly chuckled thorough the communicator as she walked towards her team mates, briefly waving a mechanical hand at them. She was amazed at the fascinating technology they donned, looking them over before her attention turned to Ghost’s words and the stairway.<br/><br/>“Alrighty, you cool cats - er, haunting spirit thing and giant fish - sounds like a plan. From the looks of it, we seem a capable bunch, but then again, Whisperer was no one to sneeze at.”