The sandal was closing in fast, so Little acted quickly. Diving out of the way, he dared not look back to see if he'd made it. He could just imagine what it would be like if he was crushed. He cringed, but lept on rolling. He wasn't dead yet, so he'd done well. Frightened, he opened his eyes, only to see the twisted expression of an annoyed teenage girl that was goddess-sized to him. He doubted she was with Sanderson, after all this. But still, he'd have to keep going. The detective got to his feet and ran, already looking for potential escape routes.
"Don't think I'll be letting you get away; unless of course you'd liek to explian to me where this little gadget came from," Jen snarled.
Little thoought about that. Could it hurt to tell this random girl, after all, she clearly wasn't working for his enemy. The girl had just been mixed in this. As much as he hated to be forced to give out answers, the man stopped, waving his arms.
"OK, I'll tell you all about it! Just stop trying to kill me!" the detective screamed.
Jen looked over at him, the puny insect who'd dared to defy her. He was willing to explain it to her?
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