Wasp shadowed behind Shark, intrigued by how slick the experienced assassin moved, and even more amazed at the wonders of biotechnology combined with physical ability when Shark leaped towards the target with incredible precision. It took Wasp a bit more effort to pace towards the location, her panels of specialised armour buzzing in eager response to any sign of Wasp’s endurance slowing down. As she pushed on through the increasingly heated-up room, it was quick to see that today’s mission was terribly one-sided. H.E.A.R.T had taken over, with Smiles managing to secure the oddly shaped instrument, and Shark already pulling back the helpless target’s neck. “Well, that was easy,” Wasp slowed down as she approached Shark, folding her arms in approval before stretching the back of her glove. Her technology tensed upon contact, needle slickly sharpened to the<span style="font-style: italic">point</span>of no return. She wanted to be extra sure this guy was in for a real treat. “You’ll need a whole lotta smokes - the strong stuff - after this one, druggie-”<br/><br/>Just as she raised her hand, a raised palm from Ghost signalled in return to pause her fun. Though telling from the strong intent covering Ghost’s face, she had her own fun to be had. Ghost’s raised palm soon met an end to the targets face, coupled with the powerful line; “you’re going to regret that.”<br/><br/>“Oh<span style="font-style: italic">shit</span>, nobody be messin’ with the<span style="font-style: italic">Ghosterrr</span>,” Wasp retorted before a surprised gasp of initial contact.<br/><br/>Thinking about it, Wasp had no reason to be startled. This mission could not have gotten any stranger; from random additional team mates, to a forceful un-assassin-like tactic to get to this point... It was surely a mission to remember. As Ghost’s ‘eyes’ changed colour to crimson, and her voice altered, the words that soon sounded scared Wasp, even though the words weren’t even being directed at her. ‘Shut the hell up’. Wasp shuddered her shoulders with a confused smile as the druglord fell silent.<br/><br/>Without further complaint, Wasp looked down upon the hopeless target, wryly muttered “I’ve got some morphine in ‘ere just for you to get hooked on~” as she pressed into the open skin, and down the figure’s head flopped. His mind turned to a land of cloudy dreams, vivid hallucinations for rainbows and in long-term effect, horrible bowel movements. A favourite way to mess with people according to Wasp. What worse was there in the world than being unable to leave the bathroom?<br/><br/>“Smiles and Shark, you two want to share carrying the weight? Just to get back to Ghost and Iris faster; she’s already taken off.” Wasp admittedly wasn’t great at carrying heavy objects, or even much hand-on physical work in general, so left the remaining task up to the two of them, who seemed to suit more athletic fighting styles. Unsure of if one of them could handle the weight on their own, it was for the best to just ask both of them. Wasp raised an arm, ushering them to the path that Ghost had just walked through, watching the team from behind as they exited the scene. All went quiet for a solemn moment, the sounds of footsteps echoing through the halls being the only signs of life. Thankfully, the team emerged victorious for now; it was enough for Wasp to give herself an internal pat on the back. The faint smell of bloodshed lingered on the air, a scent that to most assassins, including Wasp, was a very pleasing one indeed. For being able to breathe after a mission signified another day worth living... And a uni paper to write.<span style="font-style: italic">Sigh</span>. If only Wasp could write ‘MYSELF’ under the prime sources of pioneering biotechnology, but some things were unfortunately better kept secret.<br/><br/>“What’s up, punks!” A relived sigh pushed from Wasp as she fell into the side back seat, beside the girls. Leaning forward to look at Iris, she smiled gratefully as she added to Ghost’s statement, “Yeah, mate, good work. Same goes to all of you.” She eyed each member before continuing, “Honestly, I’m shocked that random strangers could co-operate so well together. So yeah. We all deserve a drink for this one.”<br/><br/>And without further ado, Wasp reached into her pocket, pulled out the expensive looking guard-sunnies, and slid them with purpose onto her face.<span style="font-style: italic">This</span>was the true reward to her. “Let’s roll,” she dramatically stated like a cliché movie agent, staring out the window despite nothing being there but an empty wall and shadows. She was tickled herself at the idea of being in a car full of murderers - er - ‘professional members of the H.E.A.R.T organisation’; this part of the mission seemed to potentially be the cruisey part, but who knew what these people were like without the looming feeling of their lives being on the line?