Gamila 1.13 - Aggression

WARNING!
        The following contains female muscle. If you are offended by this sort of material go to a different page now! If you decide to read anyways and feel the need to post a comment of disgust, please refrain from doing so. It will not make me remove this nor is it constructive so there is no need.
Otherwise, enjoy!

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Early September 2012
London, England

        Well wouldn't you know, I can run over water! I didn't even know I could do it, but Mark had faith in me…and I guess knowing that I can run at the speed of sound doesn't hurt either! Well I had to island hop from New Foundland to Greenland to Iceland to England, but I eventually made my way to London, England. Of course, I had to stop and rest and make camp every couple hours or when I found land because running on water really takes up a lot of energy; it's much harder than running on land (obviously). It took me about a week, but when I finally came to London, boy did I hit it hard.

        The first skull was a cinch to get. It was located in a loft overlooking downtown London owned by a man called Sydney Burney. As much as this treasure he was holding was important to the galaxy and the fate of the universe as we know it, the young man didn't do much in terms of protection; only a simple house alarm interfered with accessing the skull. Easy money. I did notice a framed news article on the wall though. It said something about this expedition to South America but I didn't pay it much attention.

        The second skull was a bit more professionally guarded. Luckily for me it was also in London, England. The British Museum in fact! And just like the other two museums I…ahem, liberated of their contents, this one was just as easy to take. Of course, the British police tried to stop me…cute.

        A quick hop, skip and jump over the Strait of Dover, the part of the English Channel in which France and England are closest together, and I find myself on French beaches.

        "Mark, you said the next one is in Paris, right? The Quai Branly Museum, if I remember correctly." I said into my headset as I took a quick rest on the soft, white sand.

        "That's right. Be careful though, the French have been notified of your possible arrival and have had time to prepare. They will also have help from the CIA and other allies from nearby countries. This won't be so much of a pushover to get." Mark cautioned.

        "Oh quit your worrying woman! I'm a super-fast, super strong, super muscular goddess of power, skill, agility and stealth." I bragged as I dug my now bare feet into the hot sand and allowing the cold channel water splash over my gargantuan legs. The cold water was soothing to my legs which had been working in over drive for the past couple days. They were very swollen, even for me! I hadn't given them a pump like this since I had to work out with weights.
        
        "Fair enough, but still. I don't want you to get hurt for being careless." He cautioned again.

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Quai Branly Museum – Paris, France

        About an hour later I found myself at the museum. At this point I had run for nearly two days straight, and even though I had a super high recovery rate, I was admittedly exhausted. I couldn't run anymore even if I wanted to.

        "Hey, Mark? You were right. It looks like the whole French military is lined up to guard this thing! Ha, am I really that much of a threat to them?" I asked with a laugh.

        "Heh, the CIA is desperate to stop you. Personally I think they know why you want them but think that collecting these skulls will cause some massive problem to earth or something. I haven't been on their network for a while and haven't had a need to do so." Mark said lazily.

        "Hey you know that this is the last skull we know the location of, right? If you want to find the other skulls we're gonna need a better tracking system than Google!"

        "Yea, I know. Already working on that…" Mark said as he typed away furiously at his computer.  "By the way, when was the last time you ever heard from Amber or Lee?"

        "Hmm? Uh…about a month ago…" I said trying to remember "why do you ask?"

        "It's just, they've been gone awhile. Do you think they could've made it to Pacificus? What if they're hunting for the skulls as well?" he asked pensively.

        "I hope not. I would really not to run into them on this hunt. It's annoying enough dealing with these CIA goons. Speaking of which, got any bright ideas?" I asked remembering the large army in front of me.

        "I always do. Ok, I'm gonna need you to run quickly and pick up a tank from one of their flanks and push it into the tank beside it hard enough such that it pushes the tank opposite it as well. If done correctly, there should be three or four tanks crashing into each other causing a loud and probably destructive distraction. A distraction enough for you to quickly run in and do your smash and grab thing!" Mark explained.

        "Mark, I've been running for the past 8 days straight…I'm exhausted. Is there anything else I can do?" I complained.

        There was a pause and I could tell Mark was watching what I could see for another way around. "I'm sorry Gamila, but I don't see anything else you can do. Just give it your all and pound a tank in."

        "Grrr! Fine!" I grunted and with all my reserve energy I charged the nearest tank. Immediately I noticed that something was wrong – I couldn't super speed! I was still running incredibly fast, but hardly at the speed of sound like I could normally run. The slower speed at which I was running was enough opportunity for the French military and CIA to notice me and retaliate. I was hit with a barrage of bullets and mortar shells. The exploding mortar shells rang in my ears and disoriented me but I also noticed that they did little else besides knock me about.
The bullets were another thing entirely. I felt their sting on my skin like a thousand knives stabbing me all over my body. They pierced through my suit that Mark had made for me and several bullets pierced my skin drawing blood. There was no damage and none of the bullets penetrated the skin beyond just scratching my skin. All in all though, those bullets freaking HURT!
        
        I finally approached the tank and quickly enough tried to push the tank, but the tracks on the tank refused to budge, even to my superior strength.
        
        "GYAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!" I screamed in pain as the bullets continued to riddle me.

        "CEASE AND DESIST! YOU'RE OUTMATCHED, GAMILA! YOU WILL NOT BE GETTING THAT SKULL TODAY!" cried one of the soldiers who was clearly very highly ranked.

        "MARK! ANY BRIGHT IDEAS?!" I cried out for help as I tried to hide behind the same tank I tried to push.

        "Uh…uh…try…try flipping it! There should be less friction involved!" he quickly suggested.

        And then, just like before, with all of my reserve power, I squatted down put my hands under the tank and heaved with all my strength. At first there was nothing, and the bullets kept firing and interfering with my focus. But with a final burst of focus, control and willpower, I managed to lift the tank up and it landed on its side. It landed enough distance away from me that I had room to tackle it down with my shoulder and it fell over upside-down.

        I quickly ran around to the barrel and grabbed hold of it with both my arms in my iron grip. I squeezed as tightly as I could and with a final push of power, distorted the steel cannon into a knot preventing it from firing anything else ever again. Before I could continue my attack, I heard the distinctive sound of wind being chopped. I looked up and saw a patrol helicopter staring me down blowing dust in my face.

        "Mark, your friends are preventing me from saving the world." I said in mild surrender and annoyance.

        The same voice from earlier came on a loud speaker,  "GAMILA, WE KNOW WHO YOU ARE. CEASE AND DISSIST. SURRENDER PEACEFULLY OR WE WILL USE FORCE."

        "HA! YOUR FORCE CAN'T EVEN BRUSE ME!" I said mockingly and spread my arms out wide showing them my indestructible body. My back clenched together, groups of muscles bunching up into mounds the size of oranges. And my chest stretched expanding to the size of cafeteria trays. My triceps contracted and expanded revealing just how massive and powerful each of my muscles were.

        "THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING!" The voice boomed again trying to sound intimidating.

        "NO! THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING! STAY OUT OF MY WAY!" I roared and turned to the tank I had just disarmed. I kicked into the tread, ripping it off its hinges leaving pieces to fly out everywhere. I picked up one of the stray treads and threw it at the helicopter's propellers with bullet speed and force.

        The sound of breaking metal resonated through the area soon to be followed by the engines working into overdrive as they strained to keep aloft without the propulsion they were used to. The helicopter spun out of control and landed into the army with a loud crash.

        Using this distraction to my advantage, I buckled down and focused all my energy again, this time onto my legs. I concentrated and willed my legs to explode with power and sure enough, VOOM I super-sped in and out of the museum with the Crystal Skull in tow.

        I managed to get a few kilometers away into a lush forest outside the city and crashed under a tree. I was panting and wheezing I was so tired.

        "Mark…I…I got the skull…" I gasped in between breaths.

        "Good job, Gamila. I'm really proud of you. You've earned yourself a rest. In the meantime, I'm going to see if we can't find where the other Crystal Skulls are. Once you've caught your breath you should treat those wounds." He said worried about me.

        "I will…heh, I guess I'm not completely bullet-proof though." I said off-handedly finally catching my breath.

        "Hey, a small cut from a bullet is still rendering that bullet useless and so, in my opinion you're still basically bullet-proof!"

        "Haha, thanks, sweetie."

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Outskirts – Paris, France

        I don't know how long I've slept, but according to Mark it was for 13 hours. I've never slept that long before even when I didn't need to sleep for a few hours a night! I guess I must've really pushed myself last week. I rubbed the last of the sleep from my eyes and sat up and inspected my surroundings. The first thing I've noticed was that my abs were hurting. But this was a familiar pain, a pain I haven't felt since I was 16! "Uh…huh? I'm sore all over!" I said quietly to myself as if I said it any louder it wouldn't  go away. I tried to stand up and my legs were especially in pain. So much so that I had to sit back down on the dirt. "Ah! Hey, Mark? I can't move!"

        "What? What do you mean you can't move?!" Mark responded in a panic.

        "I mean, my muscles are too sore to move!" I explained more forcefully.

        "But…no that's impossible! We tested i-hell, I tested it! You're muscles repair and heal themselves much more quickly than the average human now! In fact, they repair so quickly you could work them out nonstop and theoretically not grow sore or tense."

        "Yea but maybe doing all that super stuff was too much of a strain on my body. I mean, your calculations are based on regular human capacities, right? Who's to say that running at the speed of sound for a week wouldn't tax my muscles?"

        "I just…but…"

        "It's ok. If my body says it's not fully rested yet, then I'm obliged to agree with it." I said getting comfortable on the soil.

        "In the meantime, tell me what's up with the next skull. Any news on that?"

        "*sigh* uh, actually I have a big update, yes. Ok, so we've taken the skulls that we've known about from the major museums around the world, right?" he explained.

        "Right." I agreed following him.

        "Well, now it's up to research to find out where the other 6 skulls are, assuming of course no one else has any of the others. Anyways, I've started conducting research and formulated typical search algorithms working off of police search patterns and scan techniques and primary search results yielded…er….nothing…"

        "Nothing?!" I asked surprised. "How long have you looked?"

        "Well actually, I've been looking for a couple days now and still haven't found anything."

        "Uh-oh." I said worrying about our ever drawing deadline. If that prophecy the Chordata gave me was true, then the world will end this winter solstice with the galaxy to likely follow shortly thereafter.

        "Don't worry, Gamila. I've actually found a simpler way to solve our problem. You see, I'm just one person looking for 6 skulls the size of a melon scattered all over the entire earth! That's a formidable feat if I've ever heard of one. But then I figured, 'The CIA would be looking for these skulls too by now since now they know what you're after and where to find you next.' and the CIA has a lot of resources at their disposal." Mark explained.

        "You would know, wouldn't you." I said with a bit of contempt.

        "er…yea…well…ahem, anyways. Uh, so I figured that if I could just follow them following you, then we could get there first and they won't know what hit them!" he said excitedly.

        "You mean, you're going to hack into the CIA network and steal their information on the location of the Crystal Skulls?!" I said as what Mark was trying to tell me finally clicked.

        "Exactly! I'm going to turn their greatest strength into ours!"

        I have to admit, if Mark can pull this off, without getting caught, then we could have the last remaining skulls by the end of the month! I was excited because that means I could still make it in time for the second half of the first semester at school! I mean, after all, I am still just a 20 year old.