Meanwhile.
Scott Lang had already begun carrying out his burglary plan according to Hank Pym's setup.
After teaming up with several assistants, he, having gone through setbacks in life, chose to return to his old trade.
"Communications lines have been cut. Collection signals have been jammed."
"No one's making an alarm call tonight."
"Check complete."
Scott's partner Luis sat in the car, looked at Scott, and said:
"If anything goes wrong, I've got your back, got it?"
Scott pulled on his hood and said:
"Don't worry. That's not gonna happen."
At the same time, he knew full well that if something really did happen, Luis wouldn't be much help—not even able to scrape together money for a lawyer or bail.
Watching Scott get out and leave, Luis grinned at their partner and said:
"I like his swagger."
After getting out of the car, Scott looked at the villa's courtyard wall, then sprinted and vaulted over it in one smooth motion.
Seeing this, his partner exclaimed:
"Fucking awesome!"
After Scott entered the yard, he observed the area around the house, found the electrical network connected to the room's alarm, went over, fiddled with it, and disabled the alarm system.
"The alarm network's down."
Amid his companions' admiration, Scott pried open a window and entered the room.
He picked up the key from the coffee table, unlocked the Room Door outside the basement, looked at the lock on the main door, and said:
"There's a fingerprint lock on the door."
Luis said in surprise:
"What did you say?"
"Ernesto didn't tell me about this."
"Oh, God, are we screwed?"
Scott thought for a moment, then said in a low voice:
"Not necessarily."
Then Scott got up and went upstairs, rummaged through the drawers, and found three things: 502 glue, a ring, and