The Narrator

@shrinkinggenius HUGE for Pym research should he choose to keep it. Or, he can hand it over to Vision – who in his research, has been collecting as many as he can.

@shrinkinggenius Two of the AIM workers escape to see another day. They’ll remember this mission, if they even still have a job after such a massive failure. Network agents arrive shortly after to arrest the one AIM agent and thank Hank for his work. A crucible fragment recovered could be —

A “Little” Break in — with @shrinkinggenius 𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙍𝙏: 𝙋𝙔𝙈 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝘼𝙂𝙀 𝙎𝙄𝙏𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙀𝙀 - 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙈𝙀𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘽𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘾𝙃𝙀𝘿. The feed flickers across Hank Pym’s console, motion sensors tripped, heat signatures moving inside the lab.

@shrinkinggenius leaving his coworker – still dazed – and Hank, to deal with the explosion themselves. The weapon on the floor vibrates violently, glowing hotter with each pulse. (Hank, roll a 1d20 + 6 in the Discord to see if you’ll be able to disarm this pulsing core.)

@shrinkinggenius light erupts as the Crucible rifle begins to erupt red and white, energy pulsing in uneven waves. The second grunt screams in pain, panic overriding his loyalty. “Fuck the GEAR, it’s gonna BLOW!” He contemplates waiting for his colleague but decides against doing so, —

@shrinkinggenius A crate nearby bears his own signature — PYM TECH 04-BETA. He’s unseen for the time being.

@shrinkinggenius type of weapon in their hands — rifles sparking with pulses of red energy bursts, what Hank would’ve come to known in the past year as the results of a Crucible Fragment. One of them grumbles through a mask, “Charge is unstable. Keep it steady or we’re all fucked.” —

Or there’s the front door, if he’s looking to make a flashy entrance.

Three of them. Armed. Outside, the evening is fairly quiet. The lab’s exterior security lights flicker in and out. He knows the facility well, but one man stands guard at the door. There’s a vented entrance on the side — small enough for 𝘼𝙣𝙩-𝙈𝙖𝙣 to fit through.

Starting test run for A “Little” Break In soon…