"He told me to look for... this one."
Apollo gestured toward the fourth in a long row of canisters lining a dusty shelf.
He was standing in a poorly lit storage room, tucked away in the back of a small single-floor office building. Just that morning, he'd arrived at work to find Mr. Wright on the phone with someone he claimed to be a new client.
The client in question was currently in the detention centre. He was an admittedly somewhat suspicious fellow who'd been arrested the night before after a body was found in an alleyway near his office.
There hadn't been much time to discuss the details just yet. Mr. Wright had split duties between Apollo and Athena once they met with their new client at the detention centre. Athena had remained there to continue speaking with him, while Apollo headed out for the office the man owned, where he claimed they could find evidence to support his claims about what he'd been doing the night of the murder.
This led to Apollo's present situation, inspecting the numerous canisters on the shelf -- apparently samples from some sort of medical experiment -- for any potential clues.
"Just try not to break anything." chided the voice of detective Ema Skye from behind him. She was in charge of the investigation, but as Apollo knew from experience, it was easy enough to persuade her to let him take a look around with the right approach.
Apollo carefully lifted the canister from its spot and brought it toward a table. "Uhh, Ema...?" he prompted her, gesturing toward the pile of assorted junk covering the tabletop. Ema frowned, walking over to clear up space for him.
When she shoved the jumbled pile aside, a high-pitched buzz emitted from something within it.
Apollo, just moving to set down the canister, began to ask, "What's that...?"
He'd barely gotten the syllables out before a loud noise rang out and he felt something like a gust of wind against him. He released his hold on the canister, which dropped onto the table with a heavy thud.
Something wasn't right. Apollo could feel something happening to him. the strange wind-like feeling was gone, but now he felt a kind of rippling feeling over his whole body.
"A-Apollo-!?" Ema suddenly sputtered, staring at him.
"What-?" he stammered.
"Y-you're-!!"
"W-what!?" Apollo asked again, alarmed.
But he realized it a moment later. Ema was just an inch or two shorter than him, so why did he have to look upward to see her face...?
"Y-you're shrinking-!!" Ema said in utter disbelief, taking a step toward him.
Indeed he was, in just a few seconds, Apollo's eye-level had dropped down past Ema's midsection. He staggered forward, but his steps were shaky and uneven. Ema's knees surpassed him in height now.
And then it seemed to stop. Apollo's breath was ragged, and he felt a sweat running down his body. It had only taken a few seconds, but here he was, so short he stood smaller than Ema's ankle-height.
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