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Chapter #5
Plan B
by: Unknown
Out of the silence came a massive shriek that echoed through five floors disturbing countless desk jockeys. All but some were completely unaware of what transpired just a few floors down.
"What do you mean you ran out of juice?"
Even in his new stature Taylor felt threatened by the pint sized spy.
"Well London is a big city and all kinds of calamities would ensue if we went further."
Still angered Jack continued his verbal berating.
"I don't care if someone gets stuck on the London eye. When I said yes to doing this I wanted to do it right. How am I going to infiltrate the embassy now?"
Miss Hensley then chimed in in a happy mood.
"Well I'd say your still around three feet tall, I think you could maybe squeeze in through some air ducts."
Jack knew the floor plan and in an arrogant tone he said that even at his current size he couldn't fit through the ducts much less his equipment.
"Oh stop acting like a whiny little child... Wait, oh I know what we can do with you. Yes with a shave and the right clothing. Professor Taylor can we make Sterling look like a kid?"
Jack then gave an intense glare but the thought of him looking younger removed all the intimidation, Taylor sighed then started to speak.
"Well with make up and the right cloths we could pull it off. I really shouldn't have used this when EastEnders was on."
Jack was still angry with the mistake and began to put holes in the formulating plan.
"When is the machine going to be recharged? And even if I can pull it off how am I going to get in?"
"Well it takes about five weeks to fully charge the machine."
Miss Hensley stopped him mid sentence with the rest of the plan
"Easy your not. Who else do we have right now that's around an inch tall that could help pull off this mission?"
Jack then looked around the Table which had a weapons lab, garage and bull pen and saw one of the few people working at his desk and waved to him. The man clumsily walking over was a slightly over weight man with a big grin on his face. He was probably hearing the entire conversation and when she said "Who else do we have" it was like a dream come true. No longer would Ben be stuck in the bull pen finally he could go back into the field. Tripping over himself and cords he ran as fast as he could to Taylor.
"Oh me. pick me I can do that Job. Look Professor I can do this no problem."
Ben was out of breath when he made it over to Taylor. Then he stopped his panting and saw Hensley and his eyes kept rolling up her body checking out every detail of her gargantuan form.
"Wow, you kind of forget how big other people are when your stuck down here."
Taylor then interjected cutting off Ben.
"Is there something you needed Ben?"
"Well I am the only guy around other than you that's small enough. Now I know I messed up bad last time but please Taylor give me another chance."
"This is your last chance and your lucky your even still working here."
Hensley then boomed in with her monolithic presence.
"BOYS! does he have field experience?"
"Well yes he does, but he's a bit clumsy and forgetful."
Jack was watching the conversation and didn't like the sound of someone else getting in on the action much less some rookie.
"No, no, no. Not him. He's useless let's just wait and use me instead."
"We don't have the time Sterling. He's helping us."
"Then why am I still doing this then if your using him?"
"Because your still useful and experienced even at your now small stature you can help. Come on then hop on my hand."
Ben then nervously hopped onto Hensley tank sized hand. and Jack got let out of the chair now not even as tall as Hensley's curvacious ass.
"Come on Boys. Lets go over the plan."
Hensley then grabbed Jack by the wrist and pulled him with her like a kid and placed Ben on her shoulder.
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