Wolves,
Our ceasefire with the Seraphites is over. On Sunday, March 27th, 2038, a band of radicals stormed our western border killing dozens of our own. Their prophetic delusions cannot be reasoned with, peace is not an option. As of today, Wednesday the 30th, I am issuing a general kill-on-sight order to the WLF. Further orders will be carried out shortly.
Isaac.
You return the paper to the scrawny-looking boy standing nervously across your desk. Thanking him, you turn to the radio on your right and switch on the microphone. "Day's over ladies! I don't need to remind you of the importance of our work so let it be known that starting tomorrow we start live testing for the field. Over and out". You cursed Isaac's stubborn arrogance. All that time in the Marines and he still underestimates the power of martyrdom.
The last of the day crew shuffle their way slowly outside. Leaving the safety of the lab was equally terrifying with or without the armed garrison at their rear, no one admitted it, but reports of entire patrols disappearing without a trace had everyone spooked. Locking the heavy metal door shut, you and the few remaining guards head back inside for a long night's work.
Located on the Eastern side of Seattle, FEDRA's Cordyceps Research Institute (CRI) was now a WLF stronghold of military, agriculture, and health sciences alike. Since its inception, you had housed Fireflies and remaining world experts in a desperate search for a cure. Now, CRI's biggest claim to fame and the love of your life: BESSI. (Biometric Enhancement and Size Synchronization Interface) A lot of words for what it was: a shrink ray. After Isaac had executed the woman who the Seraphites called "The Prophet", he became fixated on the military potential for BESSI. Any further instructions he had for you were irrelevant, you knew damn well what he wanted...
It was almost midnight when you got a surprise call on the intercom. Having spent most of your night neck-deep in the complex machinery at your desk, you're rather thankful for the break. "Sir, this is Bella in sector 4, I'm seeing some movement near the ga---..." The line cuts dramatically. Quickly you call the office upstairs but before you do, muffled gunshots crack and cackle in the distance. "Shit!" You hiss. The line for the office keeps buzzing but no one answers. Scrambling up the metal stairs, you pull down on a lever that locks the door electronically from the other side. Jeff was the only other scientist with a keycard, he knew the lockdown procedure, and you would be safe. Taking deep breaths, you shuffle back down to your desk and configure BESSI. The gun was only a couple of feet long with a heavy battery in the back and a three-pronged barrel which whirred to life as you flipped the safety. She wasn't ready for human trials yet, but you had no other option. Holding the device up to your neck, you set the dial to shrink and instantly the barrel emits a beam of light burning your skin. As you hold down the trigger, you watch as your surroundings grow in size as your body shrinks smaller and smaller. By the time it stops, you are just 2 inches tall.
The gunshots upstairs start to fade out as you quickly crawl away from the giant shrink ray and out of your equally large clothes on the floor. Naked, and hiding under your desk, you wait in cold, anxious silence.
*BEEP
The blaring sound of the door unlocking rings in your ears. Finally! Jeff was coming down to rescue you! Footsteps echo down the stairs until you can make out a feminine pair of black Converse sneakers walking across the room, stained with blood...
Your heart drops. Jeff was dead, killed by the monster scouring your lab for clues. You hold your breath, and the shoes suddenly start walking towards your desk and stop just before they reach BESSI and your clothes. One giant arm reaches downward to inspect the device, it's covered in floral tattoos and a gnarly scar on the wrist. "The hell is all this shit?" The booming voice above finally comes into view as the woman crouches down to inspect your machine and the discarded lab coat in front of it. Her face is cute with freckles, emerald eyes, and auburn hair. She seems... eerily familiar. Rising back to her feet, the woman steps a little closer and starts to look over all the notes left on your desk. "Test 4: subject deteriorates below 1 cm. Shrinking process on humans strictly prohibited? No fucking way this is real right?" It didn't take a genius to put two and two together from the sloppy clues you left behind. You curse your carelessness and watch with dread as the giantess crouches down once again and starts scanning the floor for what could only be you. After a couple of minutes of searching, her eyes finally descend upon you with a ____ expression...
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