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I went back to the podium. There was a control to fill the pool with water and I hit that. Then there was a dial for settings. I was trying to figure that out when two men with normal guns ran into the room. I slapped them unconscious and threw one in the pool.
He shrank easily enough. A powerful ventilation system sucked out the steam, if you remembered to activate it. And the restore side of the dial worked to bring him back. But something about the physics, it actually froze the tank of water. He was imprisoned in the ice for the time it took to recharge the shrink ray. He lived, but only barely. I used the other one as a test subject to figure out how to arrange a shrunken person for restoring them. The water has to pour onto them while they grow, then ice cubes chip off and clatter into the pool.
Then I put both of the guards in an empty cage, and shrank the doc. She went into my pocket.
"Well, anyone want to be human-sized?" I asked.
"Human?" Spooky asked. "Not… normal?"
"That's a loaded word right now," I said.
"Yeah, about that…" she muttered. She insisted on being 'restored' first. I set it up and brought her back to where she'd been when we met. Rather than wait for the ice to melt and then drain out of the pool, I just used the shrink ray and waited for the steam to dissipate.
There were thirty two terrified young people in the cages, not counting the guards. I restored thirty one, but not counting out loud. I saw Spooky slip one person, still tiny, into what was left of her pants pocket. It was just like I'd done with the scientist, so I figured we were even.
We kept the kids from going anywhere by simply leaving them naked. They clustered around in the lobby outside.
Spooky poked around while I was restoring and found a closet full of scrubs. The kids dressed and we sent them to go to the Mission. "Straight out, through the lobby, don't stop for ANYONE," we told them.
"Cops are on the way to Sister Sarah," Spooky added. I glanced at her. "I, uh, found a phone. In another room. Where no one could hear me," she said. She put on scrubs of her own, but did not transfer her passenger. I figured she'd already put him or her down. A member of her team caught up in… whatever was going on.
When everyone was out, I started to dismantle the shrink ray. Mostly I just figured out where the stops were on the gimbals and then beat the machine against them. Pieces clattered to the ground and broke into smaller pieces. Eventually it was mostly down on the floor where I kicked it to death.
We left the guards in their cage and walked out.
"They, uh, they probably have blueprints," Spooky said.
"Oh, they can rebuild, sure," I said. "I'm not trying to destroy the tech." I cupped my pocket possessively. "I just want to make sure we have the tech, too."
We went around the back of the Mission. Cops were trying to organize the refugees, asking for ID, asking for a leader, asking for someone to start making sense. We kept walking. The back door to my shop was right next to the stairs up to my apartment. We ended up there. I put a towel in the bottom of a spaghetti pot, laid the Doc there and covered it with a lid. Then I took Spooky into the living room.
We drifted to a stop, each of us on one or the other side of the coffee table. We stayed standing.
"Are we alone?" I asked her.
"Yes," she said after staring at me for a moment. "You didn't shrink."
"You didn't freak out when you did shrink," I countered.
"I adapt quickly," she said.
"Yeah," I said with a nod. "People adapt very quickly when they're restored to normal."
"And you're already as small as you're ever going to be, aren't you?" she asked.
I nodded and pointed to the recliner. "Sit?" We sank down. I took a deep breath. "We've been looking to contact Lilliput ever since Gulliver told us you existed."
"We didn't know about Brobdingrag until we found the humans," she told me. "He didn't know about you when he was with us."
"We figured," I said. "But, LORD, it was easy to find the humans, wasn't it?"
"They're fucking everywhere!" she agreed. "If home wasn't hidden magically…"
"Thank the lords above and below for that," I said. "They'd be everywhere! Probably taking selfies as they have sex on bread slices." She laughed at that, nodding.
The ice was broken. She sat back. "So, what are you doing here?"
"Observing," I said. "We're still trying to decide if we'll reveal ourselves, when and how."
"Us, too," she said. "Why the shop?"
"No, it's my turn to go first. Why homeless?"
"You see people at their worst and people at their best. And when you least expect either." Spooky shook her head. "Just when you give up hope for the whole damned species, one gives you half a cookie, which is the only food he's seen in two days."
She looked up at me. "Same thing," I said. "But I've got a more stable point of view to run comparisons." I smiled. "And I get to watch lots and lots of movies." I waved my hand around. "So, you and your posse have access to any place with ventilation ducts?" She nodded.
I was alone on my assignment, though I could contact my control down at the docks. She was the leader of a large team that followed her around, or preceded her, opening doors and spying on people and giving her the spooky powers.
She didn't mention who was the Lilliputian that had gotten caught up in the shrink ring. I let it go. We still had secrets from each other, like where Lilliput and Brobdingrag actually were. It'd come, I knew. This was just the beginning.
We made plans to meet again, after we'd submitted reports up our chains. She shook my hand…and disappeared.
"Déjà vu," I said, looking down to watch her scurry under the apartment door. I shook my head. This was going to be weird. Out in the kitchen, I called the Fish Market and ordered two trout and some smoked salmon. They gave me a time to pick up my order, though they asked three times if I was sure I wanted the smoked salmon.
I glanced at the pot. I'd never before told them I had something to be smuggled out of the human lands and they were being cautious. After that was worked out, though, I picked up the lid and stared down. Doc was on her knees, rubbing the side of her head. "Tell me everything you know about shrink rays," I said, "and you may get some aspirin."
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Two weeks later I had a response to the report I had made (and the delivery). Spooky was at my shop at closing time. She had a sack of ethnic food that we shared.
At first that's all we talked about, the variety shown in human cuisine. Then the rumors, and what we knew of the truth behind the rumors, connected to the temporary closing of the DAC. Men in suits hauling wreckage out, witnesses with stories that didn't make a lot of sense, people from the board of directors arrested at the airport… You know, the usual.
Finally, we were fighting over who got the last hush puppy.
"In the name of international relations," I finally said, "I shall let you have it."
"In the name of international diplomacy, I shall take it," she replied.
She swallowed, then we turned to business. "How's Doctor Belter?"
"Fine," I said. "She turned out to be the engineer that made the machine. A Doctor Miller came up with the theory. We haven't been able to locate him."
"There's a reason for that," she said, brushing her fingernails on her shirt. "Want him?"
"Actually, no," I said. "His process is kind of useless to us. It doesn't have the power to bring our stuff down to human level. We'll stick with our own methods. But I'm authorized to turn her over to you, if you want?"
"We…would appreciate that," she said. "It's not as convenient as our current method, but it is more versatile. What do you want for it?"
I slid the treaty onto the table. She smiled and slid a folder of her own into view. We read through them. Mutual defense, shared intelligence, cooperation in the field, an exchange of experts from time to time… The Lilliputians were fond of flowery language, but it was essentially the same offer we'd just made to them.
Except for one thing. "Safe passage?" I asked.
"I don't want to get in trouble if some of my people take refuge in your safe house, here," she said.
"Without telling me?" I asked.
"Well, not right away. Say, if your store's open and you have customers, it's not a matter of diplomatic outrage if you find that we holed up in the crawl space. For self-defense. Before we have a chance to ask you if we can hole up in your crawl space."
"Ah." That was reasonable. "As long as I do get contacted within 27 hours."
"That's…an odd number?" she observed. "Humans would say 24."
"Humans are obsessed with their circadian rhythms," I pointed out. "But that's the longest I've ever been away from the store."
She nodded and we went on reading. "Um," she asked, "what's a stealth consult?"
"If we need a scouting mission someplace where we don't fit through the air ducts."
"You don't fit through ANY air ducts!"
"I know," I sighed. "It's a constant source of envy for my people."
Spooky giggled. "That'll be on a case-by-case basis," she said.
"I realize that. But in return, any time you need a building torn down by my bare hands, all you have to do is ask." She smiled, then closed her folder.
We exchanged business cards for our contacts and put the treaty offers away. Other people would have the power to sign them. Or edit, offer, counter-offer and otherwise justify their existence as diplomats.
I cleared the table and poured some wine. "Now, there's one thing that wasn't in the treaty," I said.
She sipped, nodded in approval of the vintage, and finally looked at me. "Two," she said. "My name is Susarellia. And…?"
"I'm Peter," I replied. Just before she threw something at me, I finished. "Petreveshaltok, at your service."
She never managed to pronounce it properly. So I remained 'Peter,' in conversation and, I suspect, her reports.
Fine by me, I call her Suzy in mine.
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