The contraption, all nozzles and dials and lights and levers, defies comprehension,so you leave it up to the Prof to explain it as he sets it down onto a desktop, collapsing into a chair soon afterwards to catch his breath.
"It's a jetpack," he says.
"Not up to your usual calibre," you reply. "Why isn't it disguised as an attractive sou'wester or perhaps a belt buckle."
"Two reasons, Agent Sterling. One, that it's far too complex an apparatus - DON'TTOUCHIT - to fold down into a smaller, simpler form. Two, stealth won't be such an issue in your latest adventure, so I hear."
Indeed, if you're shrunk down to a tiny size, being spotted as a small man with a jetpack won'tbe any more outlandish than being spotted without one. It'll be useful to navigate a bigger world, as well.
"I'll take it!" you declare, hefting, with some effort, the pack and setting it on your shoulder. You're already out of the room with Miss Hensley as the Prof shouts after you about being careful with the prototype, and reading the instruction manual.
"Are you always so casual with regard to decorum, Agent Sterling?" Hensley asks.
You are about to brush her off with a witty comment that incorporates three disparate double entendres when the pair of you arrive at your destination, and even you are left speechless by the sight of the shrinking machine.
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