| Mission 1 Page 1 |
| �Time to get the hell out of Dodge,� Kylee whispered. She ran as fast as she could, her short legs pumping harder than even she knew they were capable of. Everything around her shook like LA during a big one and the opening ahead of her closed slowly. It slammed shut and opened again. Kylee had precious little time left. Her mission was a success on every count except her survival. She reached the opening and dove free. An explosion of sound buffeted her form and the opening shot towards her. In no time, she was back inside and slammed all of the way back. She teetered near the precipice when the world tilted and Kylee dropped. Everything rushed towards her and she slammed into the bedspread hard, barely escaping Erica Dodge�s mouth. �Bitch,� Erica coughed. Every word that followed roared over Kylee�s half-inch body. �I bought you fair and square from your last owner and I wasn�t trying to kill. What do you go and do? You try to kill yourself while I sleep?� Kylee would have explained, but she preferred to watch and wait for Erica to understand. The giantess froze and her skin took on the eerie tint of fluorescent. �What the fuck did you do?� she gasped, her senses barely able to perceive the changes in her environment. Her poor brain, regardless of her existence as a rocket scientist, the pinnacle of her species in terms of intelligence, wasn�t able to process everything expanding around her. �I�ll crush you before I let you do this to me.� Her right hand twitched before failing in all functioning. �Sorry, it�s a side effect of the substance that you can�t move. Safety reasons and all.� Kylee had to shout for the first few words, but every word after that took less effort. The shrinking formula was a juggernaut on her body and her descent was amplified by the second. Kylee concentrated and grew to six inches high. �When you�re through shrinking at about four inches, I�ll have to place you under arrest for treason against the United States. Uncle Sam doesn�t like it when you sell rocket technology and documents to dictatorial regimes we are currently at war with.� �They had my husband,� she squealed, her voice like a recalcitrant child doing everything to avoid responsibility. �You got him back after the first sale, six inches tall even. I understand that was a part of the deal. Now what is it? That�s right, more tiny men using illegal shrinking tech they obtained. We broke that up after your last sale and they pointed us in your direction.� She glared down at the girl just below her height. �We weren�t even after you, we just wanted to stop the illegal reductions of human beings. No one in the US even suspected what you were doing until your contact panicked and spilled his guts. He thought that was part of the sting.� Kylee smiled to herself remembering how the deal had gone down after that, setting herself up as an illegal shrinkee to be purchased. �Even worse luck for you that you wanted to buy other tiny people.� She concentrated again and was back to her old height of five foot four. �What now?� Erica pleaded. �You�ll be placed in a secure detention facility. There will be no trial; we�re not that type of group. No one will ever know where you are.� Kylee grabbed the jar Erica had used for a male she had accidentally destroyed earlier that day and put the teeny traitor in there. The now restored agent shook her medium length blonde hair from the ponytail Erica forced her to keep it in. Erica stared upwards to the Titaness who held her captive. Her eyes shone with the horror the residents of Sodom must have felt, the terror that was in the eyes of every shrunken person she�d toyed with. Erica had never been reduced, had always avoided the demonstrations NASA had offered when the technology first became available. She knew what would happen; she�d heard the rumors about the underground facility housing numerous shrunken prisoners. It was a top level secret and she feared going there more than she feared anything Kylee could do to her in anger. There was only one thing that bothered and she knew it could be answered because her knowing couldn�t threaten anyone. �How did you grow?� �Different version of the formula along with a specialized microchip in my brain. It gives me conscious control over my size. I can look up to a speck of dust, or tower over the cities. The suit you let me keep held a vial of the shrinking formula. All I had to do was enlarge myself enough so there would be enough chemical to reduce you to the right size.� Kylee splashed cold water on her face, still in disbelief that she was really home. It was irrational of her; she�d spent more time away on other missions. Somehow, she could still get homesick despite her training. She took a moment to enjoy looking at herself in a full-size mirror again instead of the mirrors that came with compacts her captors always took delight in using. She ran her hands along her small body. Kylee wasn�t the paper-thin waif many women aspired to, but she wasn�t the size most would consider chunky. No one was sure how to classify her build so she called herself �healthy.� Her body looked wider than that supermodel look many wanted, but it was taut as well. No matter to her, she could turn men�s heads even from peripheral vision. Her azure eyes shone in her bathroom�s lighting, many men had insisted on calling it a sparkle and who was she to argue? She stretched out and dashed to her bed, tumbling nude through the air to hit her satin sheets and enjoyed the feeling over her smooth, naked skin. She drifted off to sleep alone, but dreamed of a certain male coworker who she�d caught eyeing her in what he�d believed to be a sly manner. Matthew looked up when the security door beeped to admit an agent. An upturning of his lips told everyone who he saw. He always liked seeing Kylee, partly for her looks, partly for her brains, and a lot for the smile she always carried around. He tried to talk to her, but the inside of his mouth could very well have been filled with marbles for all he was able to do. His jaw dropped open and he battled his inner demons of insecurity and fears all to expel a single hello that came out more like a mumble than a real word. Oh well, he could always return to viewing her from afar. Kylee got past the security checkpoints with her identification and a disengaging smile. The elevator awaited and she strode to it, passing Matthew on the way. Her inner dialogue chuckled whenever he tried to talk to her, or was just in her presence. The elevator doors closed and she knew he was finally getting coherent sounds out. Continue >>> |