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The Return of the Ant-Man
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May 25th, 2009 - 04:54 am
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Since discovering (and nearly getting killed from) pym particles, Hank's life was looking up. He had taken a job at a university, some teaching but mostly researching and had managed to publish his first paper in years.
Hank Pym didn't know how he'd caught the government's attention. Perhaps it was his crazy ideas yet credible background. He was ordered to research a promising lead on radiation treatment. It was hardly his specialty but you didn't just tell those sorts of people "No thanks." At least not after they insisted emphatically that you didn't have much of a choice in the matter.
What Hank hadn't know was that accepting the job would lead to him and his assistants being held at gunpoint by men with guns. He didn't want to know how they got past the guards at this facility.
Hank raised his hands in the air. "Can I help you, gentleman?"
"Very cute. Dr. Pym, I presume?"
"Yes."
"You will give us your anti-radiation formula."
Oh joy. Hank had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. "I don't have it."
"Do not play games with us, Dr. Pym! We know-"
"You've been misinformed. Research is a very tricky science. What little progress we made was ruined when we discovered that the second trial had not-"
"The formula now, Pym! Or we shall kill your assistants."
It was time to get creative. "Very well. I will show you how to make the formula but the ingredients are stored in my safe." |
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