16:23, Great Canyon, Area 007, C.I.B. secret underground base, Base Wulfric.
"You sure this vent isn't rigged? You won't trigger an alarm using it, right?" Ace asked Dame Wasp, standing in the vast shadows of the Great Canyon, stretching under the sun. Thanks to the cursed clout, he wasn't worried about being discovered by C.I.B. personnel.
"Master, leave it to me and just wait for my signal," Dame Wasp assured him before entering the vent in her 1/100th form—stealthed and with her curse concealment art active. To the curse arrays and sensors, she was just another lucky insect that had somehow slipped past the vent's bug traps and filters. As a reward, it would get to die of starvation.
[Master, I'm in. The substitution talismans are in place.] Dame Wasp reported to Ace without him having to wait long. She had not only completed the task but executed it with impressive speed and precision.
