Shrunken women board

"Yes I found her. Two days after you left. Now I have to do this all over again."

"She's lose too? Oh!" The Sixth Sense realised what he meant, "Did you manage to find Carol? I wasn't able to before I had to leave..."

"Not quite," Oxnard did his best to prop himself up, "She's still tried to break into my mansion. She got past part of my security grid. Now She's just as pintsized as..." He turned to the damaged portion of his elaborate pet tank, "oh goddamnit," He grunted, "Now she's lose again."

"Well, there's that explained, at least."

"Simple. This theif is one that was the speculated thief who has committed thefts revolving around vanishing acts thanks to her ability. I found out she intruded im my manor so it became apparent to capture her. Unfortunately my methods were a bit excessive in escalation."

"Well, I don't quite find this situation logical just yet. Would you like to comment, Mr. Oxnard?"

"Quite literally. Didn't you say your other selves were frozen to death?"

"Dead jokes aside, I heard you had a bit of a run-in with a tiny cat burglar?" The Sixth Sense motioned to his tiny company near the stairs.

"Seems you not only speak to the dead but your humorous delivery is just as dead; though I doubt it comes back from the grave," he smirked the karma came in the form of his leg nearly giving in to his weight and forcing him down but catching himself with his elbow over his desk.

"Let me guess, you're having problems with the "little ladies"? Eh? Eh?" Okay, the Sixth Sense had to admit that that was both terrible and slightly inappropriate.

"You could say I had a little "Pest" problem and I may have over done a fee things," oxnard tried to keep himself up. His legs wobbled a few times.

"Well then... you seem like you've been busy." The Sixth Sense said, looking around the lab and the mess that may or may not have been caused by game of cat-and-mouse... or rather, dog-and-shrunken-woman...

Oxnard grabbed the leg of the table and struggled to get back up. His knees and joints wobbled and felt like jelly. He nearly fell a few times before finally proping himself up.

The former burglar jumps down stairs behing the sixth sense

You think it is deep, try climbing down stairs at my size

The Sixth Sense bolted down the stairs, not bothering to question how the entrance opened by itself, and wound up in the lab. "Gah... woo... I forgot how deep this was..." he said, exhaustedly.

Oxnard heard an echo coming from the stairway entrance to his base. He originally planned to use the house scanners but that might not be possible.........of course.

"System 101; open Shelf entrance,"

This would allow open the bookshell entrance and lead fown a flight of stairs going down eight stories below the mansion. Oxnard could barely get up. His body wad completely numb and his heart rate was weak.

"Hey, is something going on in there?!?" The Sixth Sense had spent a somewhat-embarressing amount of time trying to get into the lab, but the sudden commotion at least let him know he was on the right track.

He didn't expect this as his eyes adjusted. Oxnard didn't expect to see the same dog from before. How did it even get into his sublab? He tried getting up but he couldn't budge; the suit was out of juice and all he could do was lay there. Still, tbis part of the lab was also audio controlled.

"System 101, sub code: Protocol 3 activate."
The monitors turnes off the movie and switched to a warsuit stability and status marker. His suit was marked as offline.

"Begin auto-extract and set MK I for a complete repair and battery recharge."

Two metal arms clamped onto his suit and lifted him up on his feet. Then came another arm and attached to a port in the back of his suit which opened the hull. Oxnard dropped out and fell on his hands and knees. Hks body was still numb and it would br a while until he could regain his physical strength.

The dog licks Oxnard's face.

There was an odd howl coming from the lad. Oxnard groaned and as he opened his eyes. He could barely see anything but it was blurred images of a brown-blackish blob and a little pink speck running. He tried getting up but the ion battery to his warsuit was drained. He was stuck on the ground. He looked up at his terminal monitor. There were blurred images of texts and words but he couldn't make them out. All this to the score of some movie.

(A bit late but I have returned)

Someone please let the dog out.

"AHA!" What a coincidental... coincidence. The Sixth Sense followed the sound to the bookshelf it originated from and began the attempt to open it.

"Haaaaoooooooooooooooooo!!!!!"

(It just needed to be said.)