Intelligence Operative Shrunk in an airport chapter 5 by Louka31

Her hand grabs you from her pocket and brings you to her face. You’re in a bathroom stall. She looks to be in her mid-twenties, with long, blonde hair, a green army jacket, blue jeans, and a prominent noise ring on her face.

“Hello,” she says.

“You saved me down there. Thank you,” you reply, not sure what else to say.

“It’s what I do,” she winks.

She doesn’t have any questions about who you are or why you are shrunken, and that’s a little unusual. As a matter of fact, she has little to say at all. Where does the conversation go from here? It’s almost as if she expected to find you shrunk under someone’s unknown heel like that.

“Aren’t you wondering why I am small like this?” you ask.

“Why are you small like this?” she reverses.

“Uhh,” you begin, immediately realizing that you don’t know.

“Who are you?” you flip it back to her. Something’s fishy about her.

“I’m part of a special division of the military exploring the use of size changing across the country,” she replies matter of factly. “I was sent to apprehend you after you shrunk.”

You stare at her more confused than before as you piece it together. So she was sent to apprehend me after I shrunk? Did she have something to do with you shrinking?

“Wow. Do you know why I shrunk?” you finally inquire.