In the presidential suite of a hotel in central Manhattan...
Sonny Burch, with his greasy long hair and worrying receding hairline, was directing several of his men as they packed their bags while talking on the phone...
"Boss, Hank Pym and the others have gone into Hell's Kitchen. We'll need more manpower if we want to catch them.
There's also that 'Ghost' who keeps getting in our way. Without more help, we may not be able to get the formula for the Pym Particles or the method for making the suits."
A hoarse male voice came through the phone. "What do you want to do?"
Sonny Burch, thin and wiry, said viciously, "The entire Underworld of New York is looking for that 'Ghost.' We have a chance to trick Scott Lang's ex-wife into coming out.
Once we have a hostage, Scott Lang will do whatever we say...
But I need some help. We should have people in the New York Branch of the FBI.
If they approach Annie, it shouldn't arouse any suspicion..."
The person on the other end seemed to have heard a particularly funny joke. He gave a dry chuckle and said sarcastically, "You're an adorably stupid little rat from San Francisco...
Do you know what kind of place Hell's Kitchen is?
FBI agents who go in there will be stripped naked and thrown back out..."
Sonny Burch frowned. "Then what should I do?"
The man on the other end fell silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Find somewhere safe to stay.
Try to find that 'Ghost,' then follow him...
That guy has no idea who he's offended. If he can draw Scott Lang and the others out of Hell's Kitchen..."
Sonny Burch nodded. After hanging up, he was about to tell his men