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"Nothing?" she asks inquisitively, obviously not buying your explanation. "Well... you must be doing something!" Both Marcy and Tara break out into a giggle, making you uneasy as you realize that they might not let you off so easily. Your heart begins to beat faster as your mind races with possible explanations that will satisfy them, and hopefully allow them to move along. The girls look at you waiting for a response, for what seems like an eternity before you can muster up something.
Tara looks at you, her eyes widening, prompting an explanation from you. As your mind desparately tries to reach for an explanation, you see Tara bend her knee back, lifting her left foot off the ground. She continues that course of motion until her flipflop drops to the floor, flexes her toes and slides her foot back into the flipflop. As if you were having a hard enough time concentrating to come up with an explanation, this distraction, as welcome as it may be, certainly does nothing to help you with your cause at hand.
"What are you hiding behind your back?" asks Tara, noticing your trying to shield the table behind you with your body.
"Yeah, what's back there?" asks Marcy, standing on her tiptoes, and craning her nack, trying to take advantage of her height to try and see over your shoulder. In doing so, she gives you a peek at her soles, as she pivots up on her toes to try and see what's behind you.
"Hey, what's under those file folders?" she asks, noticing the askew and unbalanced pile.
They know something is up. You know Marcy fairly well from some of your classes and also from your dorm. She's a B-student, who is pretty friendly, and although has been nice to you, really doesn't go out of her way to talk to you either. You have different circles of friends, and that's just the way things are. In her current inebriated state, both her and her friend could be pretty easy to somehow frame in the theft of the device...
...the gears start turning productively in your head. "I could grow them big enough, so that the authorities are distracted... and also so that any evidence in the lab is destroyed..." A wicked smile comes across your face.
Then, like all people with some sort of conscience, you begin to have second thoughts. While growing the girls would certainly create a big enough, pun intended, diversion to get away, they are also innocent. Who are you to use them in such a way? Maybe there's a way for you to shrink yourself and the gun so you can slip away undetected.
You let out a sigh and reach under the file folders, pulling out the ray gun... | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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