Ant-Man by Jason Starr

Author:Jason Starr
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Titan

ABDUCTED? What the hell do you mean, abducted? What’s going on?”

Scott and Carlos were in the elevator of the office building on Park Avenue South.

“It just happened,” Carlos said, “around the corner from her school.”

Scott was suddenly dizzy, lightheaded. He said, “This is a mistake, right? You mean you just can’t find her?”

“No, she was abducted. Roger’s been shot. But people got the plates, descriptions. We’ll get her back, I promise.”

Knowing this wasn’t like last time, that this was real, Scott asked frantically, “Is Cassie okay? Is she?”

“As far as we know, yes.”

As far as we know.

It was Dugan; it had to have been. Scott couldn’t remember ever feeling so terrified, so helpless. It was the exact opposite of the way a super hero should ever feel—but most super heroes didn’t have missing daughters.

“I guess that wasn’t Dugan’s body in that factory,” Scott said. “I guess you guys messed that up, too.”

“We don’t know whether or not it’s—”

“He’s alive,” Scott said. “You and I both know that.”

They exited the elevator when they reached the lobby. Scott grabbed Carlos by the shoulders and pushed him back against the wall. “I need to know exactly what happened. Right now!”

“I told you all I know, man. A car pulled up. Somebody shot Roger and took your daughter.”

“You were supposed to be protecting her,” Scott said. “That’s what this is all about. Can’t you guys do your damn jobs?”

“Something went very wrong…obviously,” Carlos said. “Our man is down. I’d suggest you let me go.”

Knowing there was no time to waste, Scott loosened his grip and rushed out of the building with Carlos. They got into Carlos’s Charger and, with the siren and strobe on the roof, made it to the Upper East Side in less than ten minutes.

In the car, Scott didn’t say anything. He was clinging to the slim hope that there had been some sort of misunderstanding, after all. He wasn’t ready to consider the possibility that Cassie was in danger, or worse. He hated feeling powerless, like a victim. He needed to be powerful, in control. He needed to be Ant-Man.

Any hope of a misunderstanding vanished when they approached First Avenue on Seventy-Sixth Street. The whole area had been cordoned off, and traffic was not being allowed through.

Scott exited the car. Behind him, Carlos said, “Hey, wait, where you going?”

Scott sprinted ahead, then weaved through the crowd until he reached the cordoned-off area near the avenue.

Scott had lifted the police tape and was about to duck under when a burly NYPD cop with a full-on Brooklyn accent said, “Hey, guy, you gotta get back.”

“She’s my daughter,” Scott said. “Cassie…the girl who was abducted.”

The FBI agent, Warren—the one who had come to his apartment the evening this whole nightmare began—was rushing toward them.

“It’s okay,” Warren said. “Let him through.”

Behind the tape, Scott said to Warren, “Was it Dugan?

“We don’t know yet for sure,” Warren said.

“Look, this is my daughter,” Scott said. “My daughter, okay? I don’t want your watered-down info. To hell with your protocol—you let this happen.

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