Well, another catch-up piece.

Connie's Cuties!

"Welcome, welcome!" The woman at the door embodied hustle and bustle, red frizzy hair, quick legs, and a loud voice. There were no customers in the shop, which had a cozy facade, all wooden siding and pastel paint, cute little shutters with flowerpots in the windows, but inside was an almost factory-like atmosphere, employees rushing to and fro, all but for one man.

He was standing in a corner, arms cradled to hold something small, something he clearly cherished. His uniform was plain, simple and some would say historic, a tunic over loose pants, and soft leather shoes, the front emblazoned with the cheery slogan, "A Baby Fills A Place In Your Heart You Never Knew Was Empty! ~ Connie's Cuties--pick up your baby today!"

Ha. This was no shop for babies. Why bother having a facade? This man knew the answer. And now, he was busy. Quite busy, in fact, for in his strongly muscled arms, a tiny 'bundle of joy' lay squirming, mewling like a kitten. This baby, this infant, was none other than Julian Tiber Kermit. General of the Frisian army.

Why, then, is he a baby? That is most likely the question that springs to mind. If not, well, too bad. That's the one that is most likely to be answered.

By this man. This man, cradling the thing in his arms, is none other than the brother of our illustrious general. 

Justin Rhine Kermit was unseen by many. This facility, used for the age reversal and thus incapacitation of enemies to the Empire, was highly classified, and only the top Frisian agent had a chance. Julian being, well, not his best, that left it up to his heir, successor, and brother to get them out alive. Restoring them to their rightful age should not have been a problem. The problem was getting them out.
And that problem, Justin knew, had one solution--the use of common, industrial-strength, garbage bags.

It had to work.