Everything that happened was transmitted in real time to Hank Pym, who was hiding in a secret room.
He sat before a row of surveillance monitors. Each screen was divided into smaller views, all shot from unusually low angles near the floor or in the corners of walls.
They were live feeds from the ant cameras he had planted throughout the house.
Pym watched Scott expertly disable the alarm, make a fingerprint, blast open the vault door with extreme cold, and finally stuff the Ant-Man Suit into his bag.
A satisfied smile touched his lips.
"The kid has talent. His infiltration skills are nearly flawless. I hope he performs just as well once he puts on the suit."
Then a dark shape appeared in the second camera feed at the upper right of the screen.
A pair of feet in tactical boots.
Pym sat bolt upright, his brow furrowing. His fingers flew over the keyboard as he switched between ant cameras in different locations.
The images came through.
Three fully armed people had slipped silently into the villa's first-floor hallway.
They wore matching black tactical uniforms and night-vision goggles, and carried compact submachine guns fitted with silencers. Their movements were crisp and practiced as they covered one another and advanced toward the basement entrance.
"Who are these people?!"
Pym's face darkened.
He had planned and guided Scott's break-in himself, but these heavily armed mercenaries were absolutely not part of his plan!
Judging by their gear and tactics, they were no ordinary thieves. They knew exactly where they were going and moved fast. They were clearly after the basement vault.
"Darren?" Pym's mind raced, and a suspicion immediately took shape. "But how would he know the suit was hidden here?!"
As the mercenaries closed in, cold sweat broke out on Pym's