Billy leans over his ant farm. He's had it for just over a month - since his birthday, and something is already wrong. There are way fewer ants than he remembers, and where did all the larvae go? He drops some more food in. Maybe he hasn't been feeding them right?
It would only be another week before the farm dies out completely. The ant queen still lying in the corner of her chamber. One precise, charred hole through her head.
Far off In a dark room, the Ant Assassin collects payment for the hit. Someone had to do it. After all, rogue colonies are against the code. Strapped into the laser harness, the Assassin skitters off towards its next target.