"As you can must certainly know by now, Mister Sterling," he spreads his arms in wide grandeur, "we have been miniaturized! An ingenious solution invented by my own mind and my many millions, all for the purpose of making mayhem and many more millions!" Halstead slows his train, "But please excuse me, this is not about me or my money. This is about you, my good friend, Mister Sterling."
The more he talks, the more lightheaded you feel. He urges you to follow behind him, but your feet disagree, stumbling from side to side. Halstead talks on, "You must understand the trouble, the irritation, international laws present to proud men such as ourselves," and on more, "No doubt, you, yourself have clever ways to dodge the customs bullet, so to speak," and on still, "though none nearly as cunning as mine, but there I go on again about myself."
The spinning of your head is worse now than when in the hypnotist's torture chamber and even worse than the martini drinking marathon you endured to rescue that foreign princess. Yes, Jack Sterling truly is man of a million victories, though this one seems to be slipping from you as you begin blinking erratically. Your host turns, grinning at sight of your staggering, shuffling strides, "Ah, I see I've no need to pretend much longer."
"What have you done, Dieter?" you choke out, reaching out futilely for his blurring visage. "What is happening to me?"
He laughs, "Nothing at all Mister Sterling. I did tell you everyone is affected this way the first time." His cloudy shape steps casually from your vision as you collapse to one knee. "But," Halstead states note, "I have a feeling your first time may be your last, Agent Jack Sterling!" You scoff at his minor discovery. "That is right! Your name is well known to all men of wealth and power like myself!"
"Perhaps I am a different Jack Sterling," you remark with a pulsing pain in your chest.
"And you would have me believe that? You are far more foolish than you are credited, Sterling. And soon you will never be a bother to me or any tyrannical entrepreneur again!" Halstead's laugh echoes between your ears as you once again pass into numb darkness, lying helpless among the red grain of a madman's carpet.
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