Samantha didn't drink very often when she was undertaking any effort to spy or counterspy. However the situation at Fort Knox had demanded it. They had gotten into the Vault, Samantha taking on three Giant-Men in a surprising twist of her powers, whilst her two replicants got into their own adventures.

Of course, it had all gone to shit. It worked to her favour however, the mole had played a hand they likely hadn't intended to. The list of potentials had been struck down by almost ninety percent, leaving a small number of possibles.

Samantha was thorough, and she'd already cleared people long before Cyclops recruited her. Samantha nursed the cider in hand, contemplating her options, all those who had known about Knox.

Cyclops was too stressed, Colossus was honestly too sweet, Vergil was too stoned, Sunfire was too hateful of the US Government, Lockdown had Power Princess as a mortal enemy, The Deacon was too unavailable, Wynne was too gentle and Decay was a bit too depressed. It would be easier to list who was a notable suspect, and even that wasn't exhaustive.

Magik had the Darkchilde, Nomad had long been illusive, but they were low down on the list, the twins somehow didn't get hit by the MRD despite openly performing as Mutants, Shadowcat could easily get into places... Even Nomad was a suspect. God, two of her girlfriends were suspects.

Samantha drank more of the cider and sighed. Time to speak to Nomad, do some recon first.

If Samantha could grow in height, perhaps she could do the opposite? As Hank Pym did? Who would have thought that of all the superheroes she'd take inspiration from, it would be The Wasp.

Samantha had already carefully evaluated the clothing Nomad left behind. It all smelled of motor oil and cleaning product. Sammy smiled softly, trust Nomad to try to keep Sammy's apartment smelling somewhat normal. But still...

Samm entered into the elevator from the city beneath the Institute and rose to the surface, making her way to the garage. Time to test the theory, and wait for Nomad...

Samantha ran forwards, and where her body had felt like it had expanded, Sammy willed it to tighten. Easily done for a shapeshifter.

And, shrinking down to a Half-Inch, Samantha slid beneath the crack in the pedestrian door and ran across the floor and beneath Vergil's home. He wasn't there, and fortunately neither was the dog. She'd hide behind the tire and wait.