The enemy base slept under cold fluorescent light. Only one man remained awake - Private Marcus Drell, patrolling the upper corridor for signs of infiltration.

He had just turned the corner when something flickered above him - a shadow dropping from the ventilation shaft. His flashlight caught a glimpse of a small figure mid-descent: a Mobian mouse, a Mobian mouse, particularly small even for an adult Mobian, tail streaming behind her like a pale ribbon, one hand glowing faintly pink.

She struck before her feet ever met the ground.

A pulse erupted from her open palm - silent, instantaneous. Marcus didn’t even shout before the world lurched and ballooned outward. His uniform fell around him like a collapsing tent, the air thick with static. His voice shrank to a helpless squeak as darkness closed in.

Nanoette landed beside the heap of camo fabric, her bare fingertips still shimmering faintly from the shot. Her outfit - a form-fitting black mesh suit with dark tactical trim - glistened faintly under the lights. Along her shoes and hips, and as a pendant on her necklace, small empty metal cages clattered softly. The guard had glimpsed them only for an instant - glittering like cold charms - before the light consumed him.

She crouched and peeled back a fold of fabric. Her violet eyes found him easily - dazed, trembling, and now barely a few centimeters tall.

Her expression didn’t change. No smirk. No satisfaction. Just that blank, unbothered calm.

“I know what you’re thinking,” she said, voice quiet and almost lazy. “How does a seventy-three-centimeter mouse suddenly tower over you? You were what - two meters tall a moment ago?” She tilted her head slightly, eyes half-lidded. “Size is temporary before me. Usefulness… even more so.”

Her ungloved fingers reached in, smooth and deliberate, pinching him effortlessly between them. The irony hit him hard - the mouse who would’ve barely reached his hip now handled him like an insignificant bug.

“No wiggling,” she added, tone soft but final. “Or else.”

A faint metallic click followed as she opened the cage pendant at her throat and slipped him inside.

Nanoette stood, the small cage settling above her cleavage with a faint chime. She didn’t look back as she stepped into the corridor - another mission silent, another secret secured.

Silent. Efficient. Unbothered.
Nanoette the Mouse - G.U.N.’s smallest, squeak-invoking weapon.