This is a warehouse park, by the docks. They're always loaded.

Beyond, freighters come and go. Some of them load and unload crates full of fast cars. Ah, how some people like to dream... But then, if everyone dreamt, nobody would get to test those cars' speed limits, right?

Fences surround the warehouse parks. Sometimes, this isn't enough.

In the shadows, a Latina gently holds a part of the wire in one of her hands, and cuts it with another. In no time, she's cut a nice portal for herself.

Clad in a pinkish-lavender bikini, Eva slithers through. With luck, she'll make it in and out clean...and perhaps get to spy on some immensely burly men, while at it...

She hides between the fence and one of the warehouses; one of the most under-spotlighted parts of the warehouse park. As she works, spotlights shine here and there, constantly on the prowl for burglars like her...or rats. Rats seem to prefer warehouse parks, for some reason...

For them, there are cats here. One's a Havana brown.

He looks at Eva. Eva freezes. His pupils seem to narrow. For some reason, Eva's heart freezes in her chest...

A mouse scurries, and crosses the cat's path. He runs off after it.

Eva draws an easy breath, and continues her raid. Cats have always made her feel paranoid, for some reason...

Eva's an anti-drug agent. Or rather, she was. She's not sure why she's doing what she's doing...other than to spy on men. Even so, some habits don't die with the end of duty...and Eva's sexuality won't die until she does.

At last, Eva finds a way in. With a ring on her finger, she generates a laser, and with it, carves past the hard part. She crawls inside, and vanishes...moments before a security spotlight would've stopped for her...and sounded an alarm. Even so, it moves right past the hole in the wall as if it were a vent.

Allegedly, this warehouse is full of fertilizer. Funny; Eva doesn't smell any.

On a small wooden stool in a corner, an abandoned beer can sits. It's half full. Flies orbit its top. Some of them are probably too fat to fly, by now...

Like a hot and nubile spider monkey, Eva climbs the shelves. At their top, she mounts one of the alleged fertilizer bags.

The bags are labeled VERONE INDUSTRIES; 60-40-20.

At this, Eva scoffs. She's not much of a gardener, but she's PRETTY sure there's no such thing as a fertilizer that's sixty parts nitrogen, forty parts phosphate, and twenty parts potassium. But of course, if Mr. Verone means to imply that his product is spiked with nitro...Eva appreciates the attempt at flirtation.

Outside, the moon rises. Its light shines through a few cracks, in the warehouse roof...

From her very thin harness, Eva draws a knife. She engages the blade. She plunges it into the back, and slices it open. She carves three quarters of a portal into it...

Briefly, over the warehouse park, the moon generates yellow light. It shines through the cracks...and into the sipping hole of the beer can...

At the same time, Eva rips the bag open. The moon hits where it comes out. The product, which is NOT a fertilizer, is yellow, and glows. It shines, and hisses, scaring Eva, and causing her to scream.

She falls from the height, screaming, spinning, and flailing as she goes along. From above, a yellow spotlight shines on her.

As Eva falls, she gets smaller. The floor gets farther and farther away, as she falls...and closer, at the same time.

She splashes down, inside the beer can. One of the flies flies away, to avoid her.

In here, the beer glows yellow...and NOT because of its yeast or wheat content. It finishes whatever work to her the moonlight didn't do.

High above, the moon's light changes back to its natural silver. Inside the warehouse, everything goes back to normal...as if Eva wasn't even there.

From the ripped bag, the fumes of the drug continue to rise. They're less yellow, and less glowing, than before.

Eva floats inside the beer can, belly-up. She's now a ten thousandth her normal size. Up there, it's a long climb out. And it's patrolled by flies...which are now bigger than jumbo jets.

When she wakes, she'll be doped and drunk for a long time. At least she'll meet, and spy on, a lot of good men...