Rain poured through his form as he floated through Nueva York, along with a heavy breeze that seems to rip through city like the claws of a twisted beast. Ghost could almost never get over this feeling, something close to omnipotence or death as he hovered above the dirty streets and watched flying vehicles blaze through the downpour. He truly was a ghost, and he was happy to haunt this city's rich and corrupt.

After much travel, he'd finally made it back to his headquarters of operation. The former Baxter Building, a relic of years far gone by now as a authentic fixture of old "New York City" life reduced to tenements and weight-bearering for fat corporate dogs. Ghost dropped altitude and landed inside the building's empty main lobby, a dirt ridden hole of neglect and poverty. He looked around, imagining this filth infested structure as it must of been at one time.

He sighed. There was no time for good thoughts these days.  Ghost when intangible again, dropping through the floor and landed inside his true lair. Formally a fallout shelter built during the fifties and sixties that luckily never made it into the building blueprints, Cold War paranoid made for the perfect hiding place for a crazed corporate saboteur. He'd installed maybe the best of the best in network security here, making his actions almost impossible to trace and very good at leaving his attackers with parasites and infestations that would rip their own systems apart. 

But, to Ghost's dismay, not of those counter actions activated during his...well...[i]business dealing[/i] with the Pyms. Almost every single one of his firewalls were down, each laced with passcodes and authorizations long enough to wrap around the world in triplicate. He swiftly floated over to his terminal, pulling up the newly aquired data-keys and check to see what "Janet" had gotten into during their little skirmish. In the most part everything looks untouched, expect an outside trace that was visible and very apparent as her doing.

Ghost grumbled, removing any hint of her trace with lightning fast fingers sprawled across his terminal's keyboard like a spider constructing it's web. Within seconds the trace was gone, but if she was smart she would already know exactly where he was. He distinctly remembered her bringing up something about burning his servers down. He growled and mumbled a little more to himself, beginning the process of recoding and resetting all of his firewalls with new protections hopefully strong enough to withstand another attack.

But how do you fortify yourself against a highly intelligent machine? "Janet" was smart, or at least connected to the web to access needed information. She had displayed that with her little demonstration. She also had a built-in holo projector, the abilities to mentally invade his mind with touch, and had access to her "father's" Pym Particles.

Silently, Ghost began pulling up different government sources and investigating the name "Janet Pym". By all accounts, everything was there. Birth records, etc. etc. etc.. But he knew something was off. He could see it just by looking at her, and the Pym relation was too much not to ignore. The Ultrons and by extension Vision, Jocasta, and the lesser known Alkhema. 

There were also multiple etceteras in that mechanical family tree too, but Ghost caught himself in his thoughts. Why did he care so much? He moved away from the terminal, pacing in the dark metallic room. Was the idea of just another secret to crack distracting him from his real intentions. Yes, to uncover a Pym Family plot did sound enjoyable at first...but in honesty it didn't really solve anything.

Ghost sat back down to the terminal, reopening the file with the data-keys and just stared at them for a while. This is what he should be focusing on, not some legacy family conspiracy. He opened up a data-splicer, copying the data-keys nearly a thousand times so that he could flay and experiment with every line of code he could. He need to understand every line locked away, and it would probably take all night.

Slowly, Ghost moved to remove his hood and revealed his full helmet. It was something close to an old gas-mask fused into a human skull with eyes of pure white LED, bleach to a stark white. After unclamping some harnesses, he popped his helmet off to reveal...another mask. A white balaclava, drenched in sweat only revealing his bloodshot blue eyes as he continued investigating the keys. It felt strange feeling air touch his eyes again as he worked.