They were known as The Stingers.

The Wasps.

They were an elite task force that specialized in catching all sorts of criminals.

And of course, they always executed it in a Sting.

We were the rookies.

The Bees.

We trained under the guidance of the The Wasps, intending to be their replacement when they retire.

However, one day,

They vanished.

It was during a Sting, one a bit harder than normal.

They had never failed before.

The higher-ups whispered: "They had never failed a Sting operation before. Never once."

"We believed they could do it this time."

This time?

We weren't sure what they meant.

At least, not until we became the Wasps.

A new team of Bees was below us,

And we trained them for their debut.

What we now know is lies were fed to the Bees.

Replacements for when they retire.

Us, the wasps (even though we never felt like ones), went on Stings of varying intensity.

The higher-ups whispered that they wouldn't be able to do this much longer.

We trained the Bees.

Until one day,

The Sting came again.

We were well trained, but not as good as the first team.

We had trained the Bees as well as we could.

The higher-ups believed we were ready, and didn't have enough time anyway.

We believed we could do what the last Wasps couldn't.

Still, this Sting was known as the Spiderweb.

Famous for trapping and killing Wasps.

But today was the day.

We were going to do it.

We were finally going to overcome it.

But the moment we walked into that building, ready for the sting,

Everything ju-