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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Detective · #1004572
007-style superspy action... on a different scale.
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Chapter #3

No Time For Chit-chat

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"Gamell has a daughter," Control says.

Now that's news to you. Ted Gamell, foremost chemical-weapons expert on the freelance market, taking time out from his busy career of fostering death and pain on a global scale to raise a child.

"It's taken Intel a while, but they've finally managed to locate the school where she is being educated. It's open, with too many civilians about to risk a major involvement. We've had no luck in trailing the vehicle that comes each day to collect the girl, and we've been advised that it would be 'immoral' to acquire her for interrogation."

"They'd never have hamstrung our operations like that in the old days, chief."

"No, but times change. So the only scheme we've managed to come up with that could possibly work is a covert insertion. You - shrunk down to a smaller size, of course - will be taken to the school by Miss Hensley. She, in the guise of a substitute teacher for a school employee that we have incapacitated, will plant you about the girl's person. This should allow you to be taken back to wherever it is that Gamell is hiding and allow us to finally catch the bastard."

"Piece of cake, boss," you say, although inwardly you are terrified of the prospect of being shrunk down in the presence of your enemies. "But just how small am I going to have to be?"

"I'm glad that you asked that question. You see, the mission begins now. Miss Hensley, if you would be so kind..."

You round on the woman behind you, but it's too late. There's something in her hand - a device that delivers chemicals in spray form, which is even now adhering to you and your clothing.

The feeling of shrinking is one you don't get to feel, as you pass out within moments, awakening to discover just how small you've become, in the palm of Miss Hensley's hand...

You have the following choices:

1. You're half an inch tall

2. You're microscopic!

3. You're three inches tall

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4. You're an inch and a half tall

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5. You're six inches tall

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