author: huskyhoops
This is too good. You've managed to snap a picture of the contemptible Ms. Seitzman in the lab after hours, breaking into Dr. Montana's computer files. Surely, that will be one less school support staffer that you'll have to deal with in the future - and certainly, she'll be the top suspect when Dr. Montana discovers that her matter transposer is missing.
Seitzman herself, her task complete, tidies up after herself, wiping away any suspicious prints on the keyboard and the doorknob on her way out of the lab. You're left alone as you were minutes before, laughing at how fortunate you were to be in the right place at the right time and at the right size.
All that is left is the minor, little detail of sending the picture evidence to Dr. Montana. It has to be done anonymously, because certainly questions will be raised as to how the picture was taken. Given that this is your first foray into the world of breaking and entering, you decide to get out of the lab and go to a safer location to think over some ideas.
Still shrunken, you take the tiny gun with you and make your way toward the exit, passing lab carts on ridiculously oversized casters, and dodging monstrous dust bunnies and fuzzy-wuzzies drifting across the institutional, cheap, white tile floor.
After a long hike across the flat surface, you find yourself in front of the door. Too big to fit through the opening between the bottom of the door and the threshold, and too small to open the door, you set the transposer to "grow", and quickly restore yourself to your normal size. You carefully tuck the transposer into your backpack.
Feeling pretty smug, you begin to think you'd make a pretty good master criminal, and reach to turn the door handle. Relieved to see that the hallway is empty, you manage to make your way out of the building unnoticed. Gaining confidence with each step away from the building, you make your way to a campus coffeehouse, which is about halfway full, so the background noise is tolerable.
Never one for those frilly, silly coffees, you order a coffee black, the way a real man should drink his coffee. You find an available computer terminal, casually sit down in the seat, carefully placing your backpack on the floor next to it.
Now it's time to formulate your plan. You start to think of how much you hate Ms. Seitzman, when you think that maybe you can get more from her through blackmail instead.
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