Chapter 336: Unintended Defenses

Chapter 336: Unintended Defenses

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Darren Cross and Hope van Dyne stood in the lobby of Pym Technologies, waiting for Hank Pym to arrive.

The air was tense as they both knew that today would be a pivotal moment for their company's future, though for different reasons.

Cross was basking in his success while Hope was secretly plotting his downfall.

Suddenly, the doors opened, and in walked Hank Pym, looking as stern and determined as ever.

"Welcome, Hank," Darren said, stepping forward to greet him with a smirk. "We're ready to begin the meeting."

Hank nodded curtly and followed them to the conference room where the high-profile buyers were waiting.

As they walked, Darren couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that he was selling the Yellowjacket suit right under Hank's nose.

Once they arrived, Hank was met with representatives from all over the world. Whether it be governments, companies, or organizations, everyone was interested in owning a Yellowjacket.

"Welcome everyone!" Darren smiled charmingly toward his esteemed customers.

As Hope and Pym took their seats, a familiar voice echoed in both of their ears. "Alright, I'm on the roof of the target building."

Instantly, the father and daughter exchanged a knowing glance with one another, both hoping that their plan would go smoothly.

"?" Cross seemed to notice this odd behavior.

But thankfully, he had many buyers to deal with right now, so he saved his suspicions for later.

"Why don't we just skip the formalities and go straight to the product?" Cross offers and receives nods all around. "Good, then please follow me. The Yellowjacket suits are too precious to bring out of the vault, after all."

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Meanwhile, Scott crouched on the rooftop of Pym Technologies, studying the building below. Behind him stood a battalion of ants that followed him through the portal, obediently awaiting his command.

"Okay, Scott, you ready?" a voice crackled in Ant-Man's helmet.

It was Peter, who was stationed back at Pym's security room. With his ghost laptop, he was able to easily hack into the building's security and act as Scott's eyes and ears.

"Ready as I'll ever be." He replied. "What am I looking for?"

"There should be a small exhaust vent on the south side of the roof." Peter answered readily. "*munch... munch...munch*"

"Are you eating?" Scott asks in disbelief.

"Yeah... *munch* I ordered pizza..." Peter answered between bites.

"Seriously..." Scott sighed in exasperation as he hopped on Ant-thony and went searching for the vent alongside his ant army.

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As Cross lead the group of buyers toward the vault, he turned to Pym, a smug smile permanently gracing his lips.

"You know, I'm really enjoying myself." He says tauntingly. "You tried to hide your technology from me, and now it's gonna blow up in your face. How great is that?"

Pym merely scoffed and ignored him as they drew closer to the vault. This chapter's initial release occurred on the n0vell--Bjjn site.

Seeing that the mother was about to make her move, Scott left the few remaining spiderlings to his ants and ran forward, shooting in the giant spider's direction as they grew closer to one another.

Maneuvering his way through the battlefield, Scott was protected by his ants as he arrived face to ugly giant spider face with the mother.

And when he was within range, she stomped her spiky front legs down at him, hoping to end the fight with one simple move.

Of course, Scott wasn't stupid enough to remain still.

No, he continued forward under the pitch-black spider's body, and held his blaster upward, opening fire toward its underbelly.

*pewpewpewpew...*

By the time Scott ran out from under the backside of the towering spider, its body was full of smoking holes, producing a cooked meat smell throughout the vent.

And as the mother spider collapsed to the ground, twitching until it's inevitable death, the last of its children were swarmed by the ants, officially ending the battle.

Scott and his battalion of ants emerged victorious, but not without a few battle scars. Scott looked down at his ant friends, proud and sad at the same time.

Although they won, not all of them managed to make it out alive. Among the spider carcasses lay 8 fallen ant brethren.

*whine...whine...*

The ants belonging to the colonies of those that died mourned their deaths before turning back to Scott, waiting for his orders.

"Great job, team," he said, smiling warmly at them. "Now let's go finish the job."

Back in the security room, Peter felt a little jealous. 'Maybe I should build a loyal spider army too?'

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Outside of Pym Technologies' high-security vault.

"This is a little over the top, don't you think, Darren?" Pym commented as he watched his former assistant go through a dozen different security hurdles to open the imposing vault door.

[Confirming authorization...]

"No." Cross answered as the vault's computer scanned his eyes and hands at the same time. "You can never be too safe these days."

[Access granted!]

Suddenly, the vault door swung open, revealing a high-tech bank-style vault.

At the back of the vault stood a sealed set of shelves, filled with dozens of tiny capsules. And each capsule contained its own tiny action figure-sized Yellowjacket suit.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, allow me to introduce the first line of Yellowjacket suits." Cross spoke grandly. "Feel free to take a closer look."

Instantly, the buyers eagerly rushed inside and inspected the Yellowjacket suits, nodding in approval as they admired the capsules.

Darren was all smiles, enjoying the success of his creation.

Meanwhile, Hank watched with a scowl on his face.

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"Is this it?" Scott asked as he and his ants stood above an especially thin vent pipe.

"Yup, That should lead to the vault." Peter's voice answered in his ear alongside the clacking of fingers on a keyboard. "You can jump down whenever you're ready. I already disabled the defenses."

Scott turned to his army of ants and gave them a quick salute. "Well, here goes nothing..." he said as he hopped down the hole.

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