Contact from Mum:

"Foster's been filling those girls' heads with lies!" Hank shouted. "Elihas Starr was a traitor who attempted to steal my plans! I had no choice to but have him fired! But then he succeeded in stealing my plans again!"

"Honestly! That…Emma! How could she believe him?!" Hope was so disappointed in Emma for being short-minded.

"He's her father. What'd you expect?" George questioned. "She just thinks everything he thinks and does is right when clearly it isn't!" He stalked off to take care of some other things.

He spent a long while sort out the generators, but his mind was on other things.

He heard steps behind him and saw Scott.

"Nearly ready?" he asked.

He nodded.

"What's up with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You've been quiet. Back at the restaurant, I noticed you were quite quiet. You looked as if you knew Sonny and over the coms, we heard Sonny mention to Hope that you told her and your dad about him,"

George turned a little cold but kept his temper.

"How do you really know him?"

George wouldn't answer.

"You don't have to be ashamed,"

"I've done things I can't talk about,"

"Hey. I've done things I've regretted too," Scott consoled. "Everyone has. I mean you're talking to a former petty thief. And despite my wrong but good deeds, I've been able to move forward,"

George still remined quiet.

"Come on George. If you can't tell your sister or your father, then tell me,"

George sighed. "I used to work with him,"

Scott stared at him.

"That was how I learnt engineering. I never told Hope or Hank about it,"

"You were a black arms dealer?"

"Unintentionally,"

"What do you mean unintentionally?"

"I wanted to learn engineering for a good cause. When I failed as at school and university, I looked for alternatives and I ran into Sonny. He offered me the opportunity. I took it. ln return, he expected me to help him with his technology schemes. But then years later, I realised we were actually smugglers. I had become one of them. It became an obsession for me for quite a long time. ButI decided I no longer wanted anything to do with his schemes. So I quit and I decided to work in the Royal Marines. I wanted to be a new person, a different person,"

"And you made a good choice," Scott permitted proudly. "So why do you let your past trouble you?"

"Because…because I feel like I've put my family in danger,"

"Come on George. If you hadn't told your family about Sonny, you wouldn't have been able to build all this, this entire tunnel…" he gestured to the magnificent creation. "you wouldn't have found a way to bring back your mother. You unknowingly did a wrong thing for a right cause for the future. Don't let your mistakes define you George,"

George was somewhat lifted by his words. "I'm not goanna lie Scott. You're quite an idiot. But you're a good man,"

Scott shrugged his shoulders.

"Everything ready?" Hank called.

"Ready!" George called. He and Scott walked to the control room.

Hank pressed a button. "Full power's on,"

"Once the tunnel's open, let us know if you've got a message Scott," Hope said.

"Got it," he answered.

The tunnel turned on and the turbine started turning. Hank felt his children's hands on his shoulders. He clasped them tightly.

"It's working! It's working!"

"Feel anything Scott?" Hope asked.

"No," Scott shook his head.

"Let's just give it a minute," George said. "Maybe the message…" he was cut off when the tunnel started to power down and the turbine was spinning around anymore.

"No. No, no, no, no," Hope went typing at her computer.

"What's happening?" Scott asked.

"It's shutting down. I think our vectors might have went off,"

"There's no way that could have happened! I checked over them billions of times!" George moaned.

"Then what else could it be?" Hope asked.

Suddenly from out of the corner of the Pym family's eyes, Scott marched up to the control consul and started typing away.

"Scott, get away from that!" George ordered.

"I'm sorry, I don't have much time. I need to fix the algorithm," Scott kept typing away.

The twins looked at each with questionable faces. How did Scott know?

"Trust me, after 30 years down here…I've thought about it a lot,"

The twins and Hank blinked. This was not Scott. At least, not his natural self.

"Janet?" Hank asked.

Scott looked at him and cupped his face. "Honey," he cupped Hope and George's faces too. "Jellybean…Jellybear," Hope and George's brightened. They hadn't heard those names in years.

The possessed Scott went away with typing. "Not quite the reunion I imagined. You all have done such great work. I'm so proud of all of you. You just need a little…nudge,"

The tunnel turned on and the turbine rotated. Scott clapped their shoulders then whisked out of the room to another computer model sitting under triangular screen plates.

"Janet, how is this possible?" Hank asked.

"It wasn't a message you put in Scott's head. It was an antenna," Hope worked it out.

"Clever girl," Janet through Scott approved. "I'm so proud of you. Both of you," she gestured to his children. "George…I knew you were meant to be an engineer. Look at everything you've done,"

George could not help but feel glad.

"Honey, tell us where you are. How do you find you?" Hank begged.

"No, the probabilyt fields are too complex. That's why I needed to talk to you. You have to follow my voice,"

"Of course. Like tracing a call back to its source," George explained.

"Clever boy,"

The triangular screen plates started rotating as numbers started appearing.

"I'm tracking your signal using subatomic frequencies between point two and point nine,"

"I'd narrow it to four and six," Janet advised.

"That's too tight. We could miss you,"

"Look at us squabbling again,"

"Fine between three and seven,"

"Our first fight in decades and it's over like that," they laughed.

They looked up and saw the middle plate screen rotate upright and saw four numbers. "Bullseye," Janet boasted.

"Source lock," breathed Hope.

"We found it!" cheered George.

"It's you!" Hank was feeling more relieved than he had ever felt in years

"You have to meet me at these exact coordinates. In the wasteland beyond the quantum void. It's very dangerous, especially on the human mind, so be careful. Time and space work very differently down here. You have two hours,"

"Two hours?" George's luck was being crushing. "Or else?"

"Otherwise the probability field will shift and it will be another century before they align like this again,"

"We're gonna get you mum," George gripped Scott's hand. "Please hold on,"

"We promise," Hope said.

Janet through Scott kissed each of their heads.

Just then, Scott's eyes blinked. "I've still got nothing," he peered his head around. "How did we get up here?" he suddenly looked down between himself and Hank and realised that their hands were linked.

"What the…" he released it.

"Can you imagine if he kissed dad?" George whispered.

Hope sniggered. The two men heard them.

"That's not funny," Hank criticised.

"I have to agree with Hank on that," Scott said.

They had no time to lose and so started to get the pod ready. "All right, first you're see all kinds of lights…" Scott recalled his experience being in the Quantum Realm about two years ago. "…and it's goanna get really trippy, but then it's goanna tur black and silent. Really silent. Got it?"

"Got it," both twins answered.

"I'm just because I've…"

"Been down there, so you keep saying," George answered.

Scott's phone trilled. "Uh excuse for one moment. I need to take this," He went to a corner.

"So, which one of us is going to do it?" George asked his sister. There were only two seas and one had to be left for Janet. Neither his sister nor their dad could answer.

"You do it," George said.

"No, you do it,"

"You're the older one,"

"You're the one who made all this possible,"

"Guys! We goanna go now! Right now!" Scott screamed.

"What's gong on?" Hank asked.

Scott sighed and closed his eyes. "You're all goanna hate me!"

"What did you do?!" George demanded.

"Ghost knows where we are. So does the FBI!'

"How?!"

"I told Luis where we are,"

"What?!" Hank was boiling red.

"How could you?" Hope felt betrayed again.

"I told him to come here so I could help him with the Karapetyan proposal,"

"I knew something like this would happen!" George shouted.

"Look, we need to and that account. Otherwise we lose the business! Do you know how hard it is for ex-cons to find work these days?!"

"You idiot!" George shouted in his face. He watched to punch him but there was no time. Quickly they dashed to the control room and starting to shut everything down.

"90 seconds to close the applictude," Hope reported.

"You have to depolarise the coils first!" Hank

"I'm sorry guys but I've really got to go," Scott was desperate. "The FBI are coming over to my place. Can I borrow the suit?"

They didn't answer.

"I promise you I'll return it,"

"Just go," Hope said.

"I'll come and find you…"

"No! Just stay away from us!" George snapped. "Ever since you came into our lives, you've been a bad influence! Now go! Go away and have someone else pay for your stupidity! It's what you do best!"

Scott disappeared without a word.

Hope seemed quite appalled by George's use of words, but they had no time to dwell on things. Mum was running out of times. And the FBI and Ghost were coming.

Woah my. So George was once a black arms dealer like Sonny, unintentionally. It was nice that Scott was comforting towards George and telling him not to let his mistakes in the past define who he is. What did you all think? I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Please let me know what you all thought. Feel free to send over any ideas if you'd like. I would love to consider them.