"Ah, glad to see you are back with us, Mister Sterling."
The voice is that of Harold Salisbury, international arms dealer and terrorist of no small reputation. He's gone by many other names in his time, of course, but that is his original, the one by which you first knew him when you read his file.
You shake your head to clear it a little. The drug that Salisbury's goons gave you was strong, no doubt about that. You have no idea how long you've been out, but judging by the gloating tone in your adversary's voice, he has you at his mercy.
It's a shame that he doesn't have any.
As your vision clears, you see that you have been strapped down to a metallic table. Manacles bind you to it so strongly that you are unable to move your limbs at all. Suspended above you by a copious amount of wiring and rigging, is an ominous looking device with its barrel pointed straight at you.
"Unfortunately, it won't be for long."
You can still move your neck, and look up to see Salisbury standing at the foot of the table. His fat face is twisted in a sneer, and he holds a glass of red wine in one hand. The other arm is around the beautiful young woman that you were with last night - now you can see her true colours plainly enough. Behind them both, boiler-suited flunkies attend to knobs and dials on a computer bank that dominates the entire wall, flashing lights probably communicating something to them but meaning nothing to you.
"So you're going to try and slice me up with a laser again, Harry?" you say. "Have you run out of original ideas?"
Salisbury smiles fully now, taking a sip of his drink as the woman on his arm giggles. "No, that's no laser. It is, however, something that will cut you down to size, sure enough. You've interfered in my plots for the final time."
He turns to nod at his underlings, and one of them slams down a large lever that dominates the front of their computer. There is a crackle of electrical discharge, a venting of steam, and then the weapon above you fires.
Yo are enveloped in a coccoon of orange light, but rather than burn you it merely causes you to writhe as you feel your muscles being stretched to their limits. Your very brain is contorting out of shape, and it is a mercy when you black out again.
***
You awaken once more to feel your wrists and ankles freed from restraint. And, more importantly, you're alive! Someone must have freed you, and in the nick of time, too!
As you sit up, smiling ruggedly, you realise that you haven't escaped at all. You're still on the same metal table. Only now it stretches out in all directions for a vast distance. The manacles that once held you are now magnificent arches, capable of holding two or three men your size standing on each others' shoulders.
You've been shrunk!
The panic that is welling up in your diminutive frame is replaced by terror as you see Salisbury and his female acquaintance stride into view, colossal giants whose very presence causes you to drop to your knees. They're so big - what chance do you have?
"Oh, it worked, Harold!" the woman trills, clapping her hands together. Both the sound of her voice and the explosion of her flesh meeting flesh is deafeningly loud, even at the vast distance that separates you.
She bends over to get a closer look, and you are afforded a front row seat observing her not0inconsiderable breasts trying to burst out of the low-cut dress that she wears. You remember them being large last night, but now they are larger than buildings...
"Do you think you could let me have him, Harold?" she asks. "After your men interrupted us last night, we didn't get to finish what we started, and I'm sure he'd be much more agreeable at this size..."
"Perhaps, my dear. But I already have plans for Mister Sterling..."
That sounded ominous.
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