Alan wasn't sure about trying to approach these officers in his current state. He at least halfway thought that the cop who had just covered the book in his foot-sweat would, just as he said, cover him in the sweat as well if he tried. Alan assured himself that he was being ridiculous, though. They were cops afterall. Their job was to help people. Right now, they just didn't know that anyone was around to hear and so were letting off steam. Surely, though, if there was anyone who could help him, Alan thought, it was the police.
Alan decided to act quickly. At his size, there was no surety that he would even be able to get the cops' attention. He saw only one opportunity. One of the cops was currently barefoot with his feet propped up on Alan's book. Alan was sure he could get the cop's attention if he could just get over and pound on the cop's foot.
So he moved. It was a short run to the book where did, in fact, meet a problem. The book was pretty thick, as tall as he was, so Alan had some difficulty pulling himself on top of it. Apart from that, the book stank of the cop's feet, and Alan had a hard time concentrating at the task at hand with that intoxicating aroma filling his nostrils. He made it, though, and ran over to the heel of one of the giant's feet. Without hesitation, Alan starting pounding on the sole while screaming his head off for help.
"What the--?" the cop said at once, and lifted his feet as he shifted forward to look down. Alan kept on shouting and flailing his arms even as the cop's feet moved away. He saw immediately that the cop was looking right at him, and in fact, noticed the other cop's eyes also focused on him. Alan couldn't keep the grin off his face as he continued yelling at the giant cops. He was sure he was saved.
"Is that--?" the second cop muttered.
"A little man," the first cop finished for him. His hand was already reaching unconsciously down, and he grasped the tiny man between his fingers. Alan immediately stopped yelling and moving his arms, but he could feel his entire body shaking with anticipation.
"I don't believe it," said the second cop, and Alan saw his eyes wander back down to the book, "Hey... That book... The title on the front..."
The second cop was already picking the book back up and paging though it. "He must have shrunk himself with this," the second cop finally finished.
"No way," said the first cop, nearly dropping Alan in his excitement, grabbing the book out of his partner's hands. He started looking through it thouroughly and allowed his partner to take the shrunken Alan out of his hand. "Do you have any idea what we could do with this, Joe?"
"What?" the cop apparently named Joe asked.
The first cop looked up, a grin forming on his lips. "Whatever we want... Whenever a civilian gets on our nerves, or we run across another punk-ass kid driving drunk at night, or... This is like something I've only dreamed about."
Alan's own smile had vanished and he was now looking back and forth from one cop to the other. The one named Joe was not looking incredulous as Alan would have hoped. He was becoming as excited as his partner. That's when Joe looked back down to him and said, "What about him?"
"Well, we can't let him go, can we?" said the first cop, his eyes gleaming as the stared down at tiny Alan.
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