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Descending down quietly onto the rooftop, Scott Lang manoeuvred both his ride and the rest of his ant armada towards one of the building’s numerous skylights. The swarm of insects touched down softly in the short space leading up to the window, which left enough room for Scott to climb off of his noble steed and stealthily make his way up towards the panes of dirty glass. Scott wasn’t exaggerating about the dirt for literary effect. It was honestly a challenge in itself to find a patch that wasn’t coat in a thick layer of muck as before long he had shuffled the entirety of his onto the skylight until he had located such a position.

From here however, Scott was able to get a look at what was inside below him. Although there wasn’t much to see. The far back wall was lined with a series of large wooden crates, reminiscent to every other warehouse in the area. The same could be said for the few pallet trucks that would parked around next to them. The place seemed to be exactly the same as any other old creepy warehouse. That is, other than the room’s centrepiece. Situated in the centre of the room was essentially a hive of computers, set up in a large circle. Even from up on the room Scott could see that they were all on, with the lights from the screens illuminating the room. This must have been where the signal from the robotic bugs had resonated from.  What more, was that the chair which all of the computers were facing, was current occupied. 

A smile spread across Scott’s face. It was go time. 

He turned, intent on waving Antony over for a ride down, but it would seem that that would never happen. As he shifted his weight across the glass, the panel he had been led on let out a sharp sound of shattering glass. Scott had just enough time to gulp before the panel gave way beneath him, falling into thousands of glittering shards. Reacting as fast as he could, Scott willed himself to grow, activating his pym particles. As the floor neared, Scott found himself increasing in size rapidly, until he had outgrown his regular sizing. He landed on all fours, his body probably around the same size of that of an elephant. Sure it hadn’t been graceful, but at least he hadn’t ended up a brightly colour splat mark. 

Realizing that his appearance hadn’t been at all conspicuous, he shot his head up towards the mass of computers, half expect to find his target, Bertram Larvan standing there watching. However it would seem that was not the case. In fact, he hadn’t even moved from his chair, with him still facing the terminal, his back to where Ant-Man had loudly landed. Needless to say, Scott was puzzled. 

As he rose to his feet, Scott shrunk slightly back to his regular height. Continuing he crept forward towards the computers and Larvan, all the while mentally asking himself what the hell was going on. It became much more transparent however the closer he got, with the lingering smell reaching his nose. He was forced to hold his breath as he arrived, and by now it was clear. Spinning the reclining chair around confirmed it. Bertram was dead.

The dead man was propped up in his seat, wearing a ridiculous spandex costume of bright purple. His mask matched, with the added addition of a pair of some sort of golden antennas, as well as a pair of bright green lenses. These are what really stood out to Scott, with the green lenses resembling that of a giant pair of insect eyes. Someone had obviously wanted to share Scott’s bug motif. Sadly that wasn’t possible anymore, considering he was dead and all. Bummer. The cause of his death was obvious. Under his mask, Scott could clearly see that Bertram’s face was covered entirely in bee stings. The thought of such things caused Scott to wince slightly. It had been a painful death. The question that played on his mind however, was who could do such a thing? 

Luckily however, Scott’s answer came in the form of the monitors changing. Every single one. And all to the very same image. 

The image of a young woman. At first glance, it was obvious that the late Bertram Larvan had been some sort of fashion icon to her. She too seemed to be sporting a suit of purple spandex, with the suit’s central design or insignia mirroring that of Larvan’s. She neglected to wear a mask however, instead letting her luscious blonde hair to fall gracefully from her head. She wore a set of goggles however, just like her dead male counterpart. The vivid green on purple gave her a stunning and captivating look, which caused Scott to gulp for the second time that day. 

All Scott knew was that she was extremely hot.

“[color=bc8dbf]Welcome, big boy[/color].” Even her voice was attractive.

“[color=crimson]Er…Hi?[/color]” Was all Scott managed to stammer before flourishing slightly. Taking a breath, he controlled himself. “[color=crimson]So, you are?[/color]”

She rolled her eyes on the screen, evidently annoyed by the question. “[color=bc8dbf]I’m the Bug-Eyed Bandit of course. Well the new and improved one anyway![/color]”

“[color=crimson]Oh… yeah, of course![/color]” Honestly Scott wanted to point out that he didn’t even know that there had been an original one, although he figured it was probably best not to. Instead he turned and gestured towards Bertram. “[color=crimson]So, I’m guessing this was your handiwork?[/color]”

“[color=bc8dbf]Oh of course. Apitoxin. Or honey bee venom if you will. The stuff can be quite [b]deadly[/b] in large doses. Care to find out for yourself?[/color]” She asked, snapping her fingers loudly.

At once a series of large bangs could be heard behind Scott. He turned in horror to find that the sides of the seemingly harmless crates at the back of the room had crashed opened, unleashing a swarm of buzzing monstrosities into the room. The swarm rose up high into the air, giving Ant-Man a chance to get a good look at just how many of the tiny robotic beasts there were. All in all, the Justice Leaguer came to the conclusion that he was screwed.