"No need to be so hasty," Halstead reprimands you. "You strike me as a man of great taste, and this is far from the best view of Lucrezia that is available. Would you not like to meet her face-to-face, rather than seeing only her toes?"
Unable to formulate a bluff to avoid the impending confrontation fast enough, you silently nod.
"Excellent." The mastermind retrieves a small communication device from within his jacket and speaks into it. "Pick us up."
Looking upwards, that vast, terrible distance across Lucrezia, you see her raise a hand to her ear, no doubt to an earpiece. That information may come in handy later, if you wished to sever communication links between the diminutive dictator and his cohort.
Lucy bends at her knees, and you start back in the nearest your agent-skills allow you to panic; you've never seen something so huge move so fast, and the colossal mass descending toward you would be enough to break a lesser man. Still, having enjoyed this giantess at a more regular scale, you take comfort in the familiarity, allowing your mind to roll across the disparities in facts between scales to distract yourself from the risk at hand.
Ah yes, the hand. It gently settles down a short distance away, palm uppermost. Each perfectly-manicured finger alone is a daunting obstacle, easily dwarfing you and most road vehicles.
"My apologies," Halstead says, "but we must scale to the palm ourselves. Gentle as Lucrezia is, I'm sure that you wouldn't want to risk an accident between her enormous fingertips, yes?"
"I'd hate for her to wash her hands of me," you grin, setting to the warm, sloping wall of flesh with a gusto. The physical exercise again distracts you, providing somewhere for your sanity to shelter. The ridges of her fingertip provide ample handholds, and you are astounded to find Halstead - for all his rotund frame - matching you pace for pace.
Once atop the palm, you marvel at the expanse of it all. Creases that you would not normally pay attention to now absorb all your attention, and you pause to examine them more closely, the pulse of blood beneath the surface throbbing out an enticing rhythm.
Then the ascent begins, and you almost stumble off your feet. Time to meet your destiny, and see if Lucy recognises you.
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