'Give US the bottle.' That's what the brute had said, as he advanced upon that mysterious woman. He hadn't been alone. And as you stand in befuddlement at half an inch tall, his partner pounds onto the scene, larger by far than even Amy had been. She's fully grown, her waist alone as high as the girl's neck had been, and those feet would conceal entirely even the landscape of that discarded sandal
You can't make out much of the woman as she turns on the spot, shiny black shoes slicing through the carpet fibres with every merciless pass. Judging by the towering pillars of navy cloth, she must be wearing a business suit, similar to the first woman.
"Control," her voice thunders down, despite being a whisper to her, "I'm at Agent Wilson's location, but there's no sign of him. You don't think..."
Agent? Are these two - or one, now, you suppose - working for the government? Even if they aren't, they must know what the stuff you were exposed to is, and may be able to help out. While she's standing here - perhaps even looking down for a sign of a shrunken Wilson - you could get her attention, her help!
Of course, she could be working for some less-than-savoury organisation, and turning yourself over could just make things much, much worse!
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