The Corpus are on high alert. Alarms keep going off and instantly being silenced. A glitch in the system, the network technicians say. That doesn't change the fact that whole labs have gone dark, strange thumping noises in the vents, and the ever-present fear of being watched. Little do they know they are, as Loki hangs from a tiny lip on the wall like a fly, plotting his next target, invisible for now but ready to teleport down to take out another key soldier. Loki the trickster, the hidden, fleet of foot and sharp of mind. Loki's tea is an invigorating black tea with hearty forest fruits, tangy rosehips and a whisper of lavender, hearkening back to his Norse origins. Sharpen your mind, Tenno, and dance circles around your oblivious foes.