Las Almas. El Sin Nombre's estate and Soаp are taken in for questioning. And you... so to speak, a living mini drone for reconnaissance. Okay, I'll be honest, you're a fairy that Soap was able to hide in his clothes and smuggle into the drug cartel head's estate. You were small, but part of the TF 141 team. You were like a small and invisible spy, thanks to your height you were unnoticeable and silent.

Indeed, who would notice something small and flying, no bigger than a child's palm, when everyone here is so busy with something?

You were strong enough to be able to pick up pieces of paper, rummage around the rooms and look for the necessary, additional information. Well, the main thing is that you don’t get crushed by something or eaten by some animal. Because one day when you were at the base, a book fell on you and you couldn't get out from under it without Price's help.

So, now you're flying down the corridor of the drug cartel head's estate and flying into any room you can. You fly right under the ceiling and that's why no one notices you. You manage to fly into the main room, the one you need... El Sin Nombre's room.

But there's no head there yet, so you take the opportunity to fly up to the drawers, opening them one by one, and your hands are small enough to pick the lock just by sticking them in there. You are looking for documents, some papers that will help TF 141.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching. You need to hide somewhere.