there's an 8 year old boy in Lebanon with a rifle in his hands;

[retconman]

WHO: MAXWELL LORD and HANK PYM.
WHAT: Discussing team matters.
WHERE: The potential new HQ location.
WHEN: Sunday... afternoon.
WARNINGS: None...?

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[sciencesupreme]

[How long had it been since Hank had been in Seattle? He'd pretty much left everything here and relocated to Manhattan once Jan had offered to let him stay in the frat house with her.

He hadn't forgotten about the team that had been briefly put together though. There hadn't been many opportunities for them to do anything, which was good since there wasn't much organization yet, but that would need to change.]

Good afternoon, Max. How've you been?

[retconman]

[ Max smiled, and extended his hand to shake. ]

Just great. Re-acclimating to the cold, phew. They couldn't have located us in California? The audacity of these people. [ He shrugs, clearly not that upset about it. He plucked the cigar from his mouth, blowing out smoke. ]

And yourself, Hank? I can call you Hank, right?

[sciencesupreme]

[Hank smiled as well, lifting the goggles to rest on top of his head before shaking Max's hand.]

I'm just thankful they're being considerate enough to keep us in the cities, for the time being.

Hank is fine, and I've been doing okay, I guess. Still trying to analyze that rabbit virus from a few weeks ago, and hoping that I don't switch genders ever again.

[retconman]

Considerate? If they were considerate, we wouldn't be chipped at all. Damn things itch something fierce.

[ His eyebrow twitches. ]

I'm glad I missed that. I have seen what can be and it's not something I see myself getting used to. [ Too bad Maxine is gone now, but still. ] What kind of science do you do, anyway?