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It had sounded so simple. Maybe not quite stress-free, but easy to deal with.
Brent, a college musical theory student in his freshman year, and Gemma, an archaeology major in her fourth, had been the only two people present in the coffee shop on their college campus when gunfire erupted from the adjoining street corner. After having been questioned by police, they had each been advised that their testimony would be required in the trial of the arrested suspect.
A hassle for either one of them, but nothing too painful.
Things became more complicated when the two were subsequently approached by a government operative with instructions to participate in a special "witness security" procedure.
Evening the very same day, the two found themselves standing in a sterilized room, with a strange machine pointed at them.
An instruction to remain still, and suddenly they were watching in disbelief as the room around them suddenly and rapidly expanded in size.
... Or rather, as they themselves became much smaller...
Gemma was stammering terrified swear words under her breath, and Brent was gaping in wide-eyed shock at their enlarged surroundings, feeling like someone had recently lodged a ball of ice the size of a grapefruit inside of him.
The two heard an echoing groan of a voice from an impossibly distant speaker, and couldn't make out its words.
A great sense of purpose swelling in his heart, Detective Bobby Fulbright eased open the door to the sterilized room.
This was an unusual assignment from for a homicide detective like himself, but every cell of his body was determined to see it done right all the same.
Two crucial witnesses in potential danger, a full weekend to pass before the trial in which they were to testify, and an experimental means of ensuring their safety - he had all the facts filed away in his mind, and he was ready to take on the job.
He was to bring the now-shrunken pair of witnesses to the safety of his home, keeping them secure and comfortable until it was time for the trial to begin, at which point their size would be restored.
Through his bronze-tinted sunglasses, Fulbright's eyes scanned the floor of the room to locate the two tiny figures he was assigned to protect.
Another string of curses, these considerably more frantic, exited Gemma's mouth as a white-suited cop the size of a small mountain strode across the vast space of the room to reach her and the younger student she'd spent the past several hours stuck in the company of.
Enormous shoes stopped a short distance before them, Gemma craning her neck painfully up and staring straight toward the distant face of a decidedly enthusiastic and energetic-looking detective.
"Well, no sense at all in you two staying all the way down there," the giant said, "so let's get things in motion!"
Brent gave a yell of panic and attempted quite unsuccessfully to scramble away. Gemma felt like collapsing.
A positively gigantic hand in a smooth, white glove made its way down to them and gathered them both up from the impossibly wide floor of the room, and that was that - they were being carried away by the biggest living thing either of them would ever see.
With one last recap of his duties before he departed, Fulbright made his way to his car. He had both of his charges secured in a small case fitted to comfortably house them during travel, and he tucked it into the front pocket of his jacket. Once he had them home, he could finally speak properly with the two shrunken witnesses in his care and get them as caught-up on the situation as he already was.
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