A cardboard box

"There really isn't anything... There's nothing but a cardboard box somebody left behind. Whatever was inside is gone," Palutena sighed, feeling hopeless.

"No, look again... You've got everything you need. That cardboard box is god-sent," Campbell encouraged her. "You can use this to sneak past security." Radio silence met him for a moment. He cleared his throat. "Wearing the box and moving at just the right time will allow you to sneak through holes in their line of vision, remaining unseen. Of course, you have to stand still when they watch. That's how a sneaking mission works."

"You're kidding me... You know this isn't-"

"Palutena, listen. I have a lot of experience with this- generations of experience. I've seen it work more times than I can count. I need you to trust me on this one."

Palutena lifted the box, inspecting it closely... Roy might have the wrong idea. This cardboard box was just a little larger than her head. There was no way to fully conceal herself with it. Sighing deeply, she tied her hair up in a ponytail using some of the box's tape, then stuck the article over her head, then opened a flap to see through it. "I've equipped the box."

"Good work. Sneak through carefully. The enemy may be watching."

"I sure hope not," Palutena quipped, pressing her back against the wall as she edged through. The steel wall was cold against her mostly bare back, but it didn't concern her next to the imminent fear of being spied by her opponent.

Fortunately, this was just Smash Shadow Moses Island, not the real one. There wasn't a lot of distance to traverse. "You should be coming up to another item spawn now. See anything useful that could help you escape? A jetpack, maybe?"

"No, Roy, there's no jetpack," she complained, as she peeked around another corner. "There isn't anything here. In fact, it's like somebody already claimed all the items." Just them, she felt something that sent a chill up her spine: it felt like a gun was pressed between her shoulder blades. Threatening a goddess with a gun! This was humiliating...

"Hey lady... I need you to take that off. Quick and easy..." a masculine voice spoke from just behind her. "I'm going to need that radio too. You know what I've got on you, right?"

"A gun?" Palutena answered dryly.

"... Something like that." Whatever it was, it poked against the black snake-strap of her bra. "Get busy..."