"Really Halstead? You invited a spy?" A bored voice boomed out of the titanic lips before you.
"WHAT?!" Halstead's face turned a horrible colour, somewhere between purple and red, in utter rage.
Busted.
"Yeah, this is Jack Sterling. British SIS. We had an encounter in Istanbul last year." Every breath of the giantess threatened to blow you away in the sheer magnitude of the gales they caused.
"HMPH. Dispose of him." The other miniature man off-handedly said, trying to hide his utter embarrasment.
"OH. With pleasure."
The herculean ginger's face turned utterly malicious as she picked up her tiny boss and moved him to safety. You were now utterly alone and at the mercy of 500-foot tall woman you left scorned a year ago. And hell hath no fury like a giantess scorned. The floor beneath you falls a way as Lucrezia's hand tips you off of it. You're heading straight...
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