“... Now that you mention it, I am kinda peckish. Look, there’s a Maccas right there!” She pressed her face against the window childishly as they drove past a McDonalds restaurant, chuckling in half disappointment as they zoomed back to H.E.A.R.T for the retrieval of the body, now weighting the boot of their getaway car. Sinking back into the comfortable, expensive looking plush backseat, Wasp thought of how thankful she was for not having to die on her own bloody birthday.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>“Honey, I’m home~” Wasp took slow steps into her apartment, eager to rip off her biotechnological gear from her hands and limbs as she flopped into her couch. She tossed away the hair tie binding her braid, allowing tense hair to ease messily about her narrow face. She stretched an arm to open the lid of her paper thin, modern laptop that was sitting on the coffee table beside her, spending the next few moments flicking through her emails and school notes. “Ugh, gutter people,” Wasp frowned, instantly deleting the correspondence of the few people who wanted to buy her handmade drugs. “17 year old Veloce would’ve been more than happy to do that shit, but I’ve gotten tired of voluntarily polluting my mind. Now I just kill people for a similar satisfaction, and a daily tobacco sets me right, haha... Isn’t that right, dear Minty?”<br/><br/>It was then she drew her attention to her giant Flemish rabbit waddling in her direction. The adorable snow white, genetically modified baby had jellyfish DNA injected into its embryo thanks to Wasp; seeing the tattooed deviant as its mother, Wasp took careful measures to bunny-proof her house and make her apartment cleaner than usual<span style="font-style: italic">just</span>to let the animal roam free when she was away on long missions. This was ultimately a funny thought to Wasp, as she was so apathetic towards most people but took all the care in the world for her single simple mutant creation. It whiffled its nose as Wasp pulled out a cigarette and a lighter, sitting upright to open her apartment window as she puffed her way through the late hours of the night. Eventually lifting up the pet into her lap, Wasp turned on her bionic lenses to a UV light filter, observing the rightfully named Minty’s ‘minty-coloured’ glow as night shrouded the dim apartment. Stroking its fur for comfort, Wasp turned back to the laptop and dictated her essay on biotechnology, her words appearing on the computer’s screen before her. The rabbit playfully nibbled on her finger, and instantly, Wasp pulled it away from her teeth. “You have<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">no</span></span>idea where that’s been, love.”<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Wasp, early to the meeting, sat in a front row chair of H.E.A.R.T’s briefing room, glancing about as the other team members from the previous mission filed in. Her face seemed a lot less tenacious now, especially considering she had just recently handed in the latest uni report for her degree, and had all the time in the world to focus on earning some cash. She nodded at the familiar faces, and even to Vindico, assuming she were just there for supervision, though pursed her lips in amusement as they came to the organisation donned in their civilian clothing. “You guys look a lot less scarier without your ominous black suits of death and dangerous weapons,” she expressed to no one in particular, crossing her legs which wore cuffed dark blue jeans. A plain grey shirt topped with her usual baggy cat-eared hoodie hung onto her torso, the sleeves pulled up to peek at her watercolour fish-and-flower tattoos down her left arm. The organisation really was ordering stranger and curiouser asks out of her, weren’t they? Although they informed to dress casually, she couldn’t help but store a few tubes of drugs and a pack of cigarettes into her jacket pockets. You know, just in case.<br/><br/>As the woman’s speech commenced, Wasp couldn’t help but dose of at the monotony of it. Spacing out between the speaker’s words, her concentration soon snapped back at the sound of ‘experiment’, followed by ‘friends’. She turned to the rest of the crew, wondering what they thought of it. Perhaps, she reconsidered, the mission wasn’t as straightforward as it initially seemed. What had made H.E.A.R.T suddenly decide for this new ‘strategy’ in teamwork?