Behind the nightclub's back door, a woman cautiously peeked her head out. Looking around to make certain nobody was there, she then carefully ran to a dark corner at the end of the corridor, her movements incredibly agile. Pressing her wristwatch, a faint green hologram lit up as she whispered, "Hive, hive, I am Worker Bee Seventeen. A Foreign Black Bee has identified our Worker Bee and its origins are unknown. It intends to infiltrate the hive, please be on alert. Use the stinger, if necessary." Her simple sentence seemed to contain many meanings. The green light flickered once before she pressed the button again, making the hologram disappear. A faint black mist emanated from her as she walked back towards the nightclub's backdoor.