"What?" Agent Kennedy exclaimed as he looked down at the floor. His boss, Mr. Noir picked up the old boot and set it on the desk. "I said, you will be riding in this boot for your mission." "But sir-" "No but's, Taylor. You begged me for a mission. You have to comply." He handed him a vile with fuschia colored liquid. Agent Kennedy raised a brow. "What is that?" "It'll make you small enough to enter your ride." Mr. Noir explained. Agent Kennedy uncapped the vile and guzzled it down in a matter of seconds. "I hate this job.."