First Story: Revolution

[Another_Wanted01]

Hello, this is my first story it's a slow one, I would be grateful to the people that can give me the advice to improve and comment to see their opinions. It's set in 1969. Hope you enjoy the chapter, thanks.

Chapter One.

Thirty hours without sleep didn't come without consequences, his eyes were red and his right leg began to go numb and tingle, also the time began to press at an alarming rate after arriving at the airport, if they didn't get to the offices in Washington in less than one hour they would be reprimanded and reproached for their tardiness

It did not help his nerves that John snored for the last hour and a half, it started as a faint sound a while after John fell asleep and grew to a symphony of guttural sounds with a shift of the position of John's body, which added to his ever-growing list of annoyances recently created after the call he received three nights ago to his hotel in San Francisco. The call had confused him in a multitude of ways, the first being the hour that the intern had chosen to call, just over the midnight, also the tone of urgency and the agitation on his voice that matched with the information received: "Extraordinary meeting in Washington, direct as soon as possible to the main office".

Initially, he thought that the message was exclusive to him, what motivated the call?, the investigation about James Warren Jones a communist preacher from Indiana had been progressing, and it had become the focal point of his office since when Jones founded a community in California and started to spread his Bolshevik ideology to the citizens of Ukiah and the nearby cities, the same ones that contacted the authorities when the content of the sermons reached the public spotlight. On the other hand, his own office in San Francisco and the one from his colleagues in Los Angeles had good a relationship with one another since the beginning of the case.

Then he received another call in the morning from John Mckenzie a former co-worker from the time when he was working in Dallas that was now stationed in Phoenix. John told him about the strange call that he and his associates received in the morning of the day prior in the office, with that both of them agreed to meet in Las Vegas to take a flight to Washington. It had been a bad decision made out of his disdain towards his co-workers and the necessity of a trusted acquaintance to talk about the whole issue.

The time passed and he found himself in the passenger seat of a rented car talking about the weather, the Yankees and his experiences with the now temporarily dropped case of James Jones.

In a sudden change of pace, John fell silent and seemed thoughtful, when he finally spoke he said in a dubious tone: "I forgot to mention you something, I called the team in Seattle to ask them about the mobilization and they told me about the call and all that crap that we already know but when I was going to end the call, the guy who I was talking to asked me if our office received a radio transmission from Alaska, from the ECHELON station that monitors the radio of the Soviets. I said that we didn't receive anything and asked them what said the transmission, he then said that he would send the message to our group in Phoenix soon."


John took a moment to cough and swallow before continuing with a more serious tone: "When we received the radio message it wasn't only one, they were various messages the majority of them in Russian and two in English. The ones in Russian sounded off, you know like the transmissions from the soldiers in the Second World War or the ones you heard in Korea, that fear and shouting and disorder, they sounded like orders of an offensive. And I was freaking out on the inside man, I thought that it was the Cuban missile crisis again and the next world war was beginning, but then I heard the ones in English that translated and explained what was happening. It wasn't a war against us or another country, the military movements were in their own territory! They said that it was some kind of uprising or civil war, but it only lasted a week and a half and then the Soviets went silent. The other one in English was a message to our office to notify us that they were going to relay this information to Washington, London, Ottawa, and other offices in the country. Mark, what do you think it's happening?"

Mark was silent, eyes fixed on the street that led to the J. Edgar Hoover Building. Then he only said: "I don't know what it could be, but if they want us here it's not good."

[Another_Wanted01]

Chapter Two

The street was full of cars and men in suits flooded the stairs of the entrance, it was spring and the Cherry Blossoms were sprouting, the breeze was warm and the morning sun was rising above the buildings.

When they found the right spot to park and got out of the car they were greeted with the sight of much military police and an even greater quantity of police officers surrounding the place.

Once in the top stairs, the security got more strict, metal detectors and police frisking all that entered the building. After the delay with the officers, Mark and John were able to arrive in the main hall where they were received by a young man that with a friendly voice told them: "Good Day agents, sorry for the excessive measures but the circumstances require them, follow me to the next part of the procedure where I will assign you a room for a specialized exam, after it you should be able to continue. Thanks for your cooperation, gentlemen."

As they were conducted to a series of offices and rooms they saw the same scenario, a young intern would intercept a group of agents and made them follow him to designated areas.

Mark didn't expect this type of security, not even in the day that Kennedy was shot there was this level of efficiency and strictness regarding the agents, John was equally stunned seeing that many people being processed and frisked was unseen even in the most recent crisis. They didn't know what was the security looking for, but it wasn't something normal.

As they finally arrived in their designated rooms the young man said goodbye, offered them a handshake and then left without saying a word, the corridor only had wooden doors that were the only distinctive of each room, without them it would look like a continuous wall with the exception of a small window at the end of the corridor and some plastic chairs where they took seat.

The minutes passed and nothing happened until two soldiers arrived in the corridor and advanced into one of the wooden doors where they knocked and after a few seconds they were welcomed by a man and entered the room closing the door behind them. A minute passed and they emerged escorting a coated man, an agent, probably from Florida guessing by his tanned skin thought Mark. After a brief delay, a tall man, a doctor came out of the room and called Mark.

Entering the room Mark saw two people besides the tall, the coated man from before and another doctor this one shorter than the other; the room had light blue painting, a fan in the ceiling, a table with a voice recorder and the most curious objects a set of cables with suction cups in the ends, a set vacutainers with needles, an electrocardiogram monitor and a projector.

Without warning, the coated man turned on the voice recorder and asked him: "What is your name agent?"

"Mark Lee Johnson"

"What is your age? Mr.Johnson"

"Thirty-Seven"

"Where is your actual and previous department?"

"San Francisco is the actual and Dallas is the previous"

"Good. May I see your documentation?".After that Mark handed his documents, one of the doctors asked him to stand up, remove his shirt and step on a weighing machine with a scale attached to it.
After a minute the doctor said to the voice recorder: "Male, Thirty-Seven years old, Caucasian, six feet and one inch, two hundred and six pounds, conscious and answers positively to the questions, has a scar in his lower abdomen."

"What caused that scar?" Asked the coated man.

"They shot me when I was in Korea, I can't run that much because of that, the bullet almost hit the spine" Mark answered.

"Well let's begin the test already" Exclaimed the coated man with a heavy sigh, immediately the two doctors placed the cables in various parts of Mark's head and connected the electrocardiogram monitor while the coated man turned on the projector and placed a super 8 cartridge and the lights faded.

The video started, it showed a skinny young woman without any clothes in a field of barley, the audio wasn't in English, it continued with various angles of her body, signs of malnutrition and dehydration were visible in her little frame, and the scene ended with her being injected with a small dark vial. The next scene was completely different from the previous one, the woman was now notably bulkier with a greater quantity of muscle in her arms, legs, and developing defined abdominals, after the general shots of the different angles the person recording the tape stepped out of his position in the camera and started to make some poses for the woman to imitate.

The scene cut to a zoomed shot of the woman now smiling while she made a double biceps pose, then a side chest pose, then a back pose, with each one of the poses the woman seemed to grow, what used to be a flat chest was now covered in a pair of pecs with rippling veins covering its surface, her flexed arms looked like those of a sailor with biceps as round as apples and her abs showed defined canyons of muscle surrounded with rivers of veins.

Mark, had its green eyes stuck in the video and with a concerned expression in his face asked: "What is this? I don't understand, is it the same woman? why are you showing me this?".

The only answer that he got was from the coated man that instructed him: "Eyes on the projection agent".

He couldn't believe the next scene, a mix of confusion and astonishment plagued his mind as the scene showed the woman now even more muscular holding in his tiny hands two tractor tires and using them as dumbells, with every rep she augmented the speed and height of the curl, after 30 she threw the tires and hit a most muscular pose, her traps bulging like protection for her bull neck, her legs now at full display and with a musculature to rival an Olympics male gymnast, arms the size of small logs and in the video finally sounded a recognizable voice, a laugh from her when she was holding the tires like if they were made of air.

The video zoomed out to another location of the field, a clear beneath a tree with a Volkswagen parked at one side, then Mark saw her walking in the distance, now over two meters the woman was advancing towards the clear through the barley fields, his pecs now were the size of tires and so deep that looked like breast made of pure dense muscle, with every step her legs sprung to life and refined its perfect definition too great for the camera to record in all its glory, her abs now an 8 pack of slabs as big as cans and with the power to deflect whatever stood in front of her massive frame. When she was close enough to the camera, she decided to show her enormous back, with muscles that moved in a dance of pure power and looked like white stones, with every movement her muscles bulged and swelled beyond the limits of human anatomy and every second they became larger and larger, veins that looked like arms of male bodybuilders.

Then she returned to face the camera, she smiled and stared directly to Mark's eyes, before lifting the car with little effort and lifting it with both hands and then with only one gigantic arm, to finally return the car to the ground and advancing towards the man. Then the video faded and the projector stopped.

Mark was stuck in his seat, a hand placed in his jaw and the other one in his hip staring directly to the blue wall with a blank expression, he didn't know what had happened, his mind exhausted after trying to bring a minimal sense to what happened in front of him, his mind only could repeat over and over again the images of the woman, white noise as audio and an animalistic need to escape that room growing inside of him.

"Any questions, Mr. Johnson?" Asked the coated man with a finger snap.

"Where was this recorded?" Said Mark still and with a blank stare.

"Ukraine, seven months ago" Answered the man.

"Why did you showed this to me?" Mark asked, his face a confused mask.

"You are lucky, Mr. Johnson, you will have your answer soon, right now just let us pick a blood test before you're allowed to leave, ok?" Exclaimed the man with a cheerful voice.

The doctors picked a sample of his blood and he exited the room. John was nowhere to be seen, and he felt like he was an alien foreign to the whole world and the whole situation. He needed a drink.

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[Another_Wanted01]

I hope you are enjoying this story, please comment and thanks for reading I deeply appreciate it.

Chapter Three

Mark turned off the alarm of the clock with a slow movement of his hand only to fall off the desktop shortly after, that sound had been the reminder to him of the reunion scheduled for that day and it's constant ringing for the past ten minutes the only reason for him to lazily stand up and start to walk to the shower on the hotel room.

An instant before he managed to take the first step towards the bathroom when his hip ached with a pain that made him stop in his tracks, he didn't need to see the zone or touch it, he knew what caused that pain since the time in his hospital bed in Kure when the morphine ran out.

At the moment when he was shot in Korea, the bullet trespassed his large intestine and appendix to finally stuck near his spine. He was lucky for the helicopter that was near the zone for his evacuation to a hospital in Seoul and undergo surgery to remove the bullet, but in the meantime, an infection began to affect the zone of the wound. When he took the plane to Japan a day later, the infection had evolved into peritonitis and his life was seriously threatened, after arriving at the hospital in Kure the doctors cut a portion of his intestine to remove the damaged area and sealed portions that weren't affected.

In the following weeks, the antibiotics managed to get rid of the infection and stabilize his condition but the incident hadn't come without costs.

The doctors told Mark about how he could no longer be able to run for a prolonged period of time because of the wound in his intestine, of how if he wasn't careful with the posture in which he slept he would wake up with sharp pain in the zone and about the long period of recovery. When he was shot it was late 1952, he would be reincorporated in the second week of 1953 as a radio operator coordinating the traffic of helicopters outside the danger of the front lines until the end of the war.

After arriving in the United States and going to his home in New Jersey, Mark didn't know what to do next, with his capacity of running severely diminished and his ambition to rise in the military very unlikely, he found himself looking for a new direction in life, he still wanted to serve his country and protect the citizens those were the reasons he joined the military after hearing about the dangers that the communism and fascism represented for the United States. Despite his patriotic ideals, his next work was at a radio station, being hired for his experience he spent three years working in radio communications and later four years as a radar operator in the Idlewild airport in Queens.

That was when he learned of the possibility of working for the FBI, he showed up for the initial interview and presented himself as a wounded patriotic American interested in the security of his homeland even if not in the most active roles, later with his background checked and his claims confirmed he was allowed to continue in the process, not in the role of a field agent because of his physical condition but as a surveillance specialist an equally interesting part of the operations in his opinion.

After a quick shower, Mark took a taxi to the J. Edgar Hoover, while in the vehicle he recalled the short letter that arrived at the reception of the hotel in the night of the second day after the test, it wasn't a surprise because he gave the address of the hotel where he had planned to stay to one of the young interns at the entrance, in the letter he was informed of another meeting taking place in the next day, the letter used a standard structure and equal letters probably were sent to other agents that attended the meeting only changing names and addresses.

While in the street next to the J.Hoover, Mark could see a lesser quantity of vehicles and men entering the building, it concerned him but he couldn't grasp on what meant everything in the great picture, why would the government need to make the test? why the agents were missing? what caused all the stir? what happened in the Soviet Union, why there hasn't been any information regarding it?.

He climbed up the Stairs and instantly took notice of the more lax security and the lack of agents present, all of them being directed into the main auditorium.

In his way to the auditorium, he saw a familiar figure, John Mckenzie was walking a few meters away from him, he approached John and touched him in the shoulder to salute him.
 
"Mark, man I was looking for you since we were separated for that test, I'm glad to see you here." Said John with a relieved expression.

Mark gave John a handshake and continued walking towards the auditorium now with John at his side, before arriving he asked John: "Hey how was the test they made you?"

"It was very weird, I don't know Mark you wouldn't believe but they showed me something really strange, in all my years I've never seen something like that, it was out of this world I still can't believe it." Said John while scratching his head.

"It was a video with a woman, I know, they showed me the same one, did they took a sample of your blood and plugged you into an ECG?" Asked John with an inquisitive tone.

"Yeah they did, I can't imagine why they did with that" Answered John.

When they arrived in the auditorium, they chose two seats in one of the middle rows and sat down while more people entered.

The meeting started, the lights went off and a man walked from backstage into the center of the apron, everyone was silent when he started to talk: "Good day gentlemen, I hope you had an excellent couple of days, you will be wondering what is happening, in summary, there is a new menace to the national security coming from Europe, so tremendous that the USSR, Poland, East Germany, West Germany, and the Balkan countries had fallen before it in a couple of weeks." The auditorium became full of whispers and conversations for a brief moment before the man continued: "That is why we cited you here. You should be asking what is this new threat, is it an anarchist uprising, the return of Nazism, a biological weapon or a nuclear catastrophe, but unfortunately it is not any of these, the answer gentlemen it's far worse, do not think for a moment that we are about to tell and show you is false."

The speaker took a few seconds to continue after a brief pause: "The cause of the fall of these countries is the women, you might think "How are the women capable of doing that? Aren't they weak and fragile? Is this man joking?" the answer to these questions is this." The man took out of his pocket a vial with a dark red liquid inside it and showed it to the confused audience.

"This substance is a permanent myostatin inhibitor mixed with a series of chemicals that boost adrenalin and tissue growth, an early version of it was designed by the Germans through the war to create superhuman soldiers, with the end of the war the Soviets took all of the samples and the information regarding the research. According to our intelligence, the scientists discovered that the substance cannot be used by men because it would cause mass organ failure, they started research in women of the central part of their country and Ukraine in a laboratory near Leningrad. After various experiments and further development, they fabricated the substance that you are seeing; a month after the test with the substance was made, a group of the subjects managed to escape their containment with an unknown amount of samples."

"In the following weeks, the started to hand the samples to women of the nearby farms and towns, with a considerable force they assaulted the facility, killed the security and held captive the scientists, the aforementioned researchers got rid of all of the remaining samples and were developing a plan to eliminate the subjects that obviously never came to fruition. The accounts of the intelligence aren't clear about the following weeks but apparently, they managed to make more of the substance until reports from of the situation made reached Moskow and groups of the red army were sent to deal with the issue. They weren't effective in ending the situation that started to get critical when the subjects repeated on a greater scale the recruitment of more women, this time to take over the Soviet command."

"Taking notice of this situation the general secretary of the communist party Leonid Brezhnev and a great part of the executive left Moskow in an attempt to regroup in a safer place. In a week Moskow, Leningrad, Novgorod, Murmansk, and others were battlefields between these women and the red army; but the situation was spreading to other countries when they took the border cities some of them went to Poland and Ukraine to give the local women the substance, instigate revolts and claim cities for their cause. In fact, we managed to acquire some footage of the peak of the situation in Moskow."

Immediately the projector in the top of the auditorium turned on and covered the wall in white light, after some seconds a video started, the bad quality of the camera and the shaking of the person recording the movie made it more difficult to see what was happening; the person crossed a street with carbonized cars on the sides with gunshots and artillery fire being heard in the distance, after passing a building complex the cameraman took cover in a small wall from a nearby park and put the camera on top of it. In a few seconds, a group of soldiers appeared in the distance escaping from something while shooting their guns and then a woman appeared, almost three meters tall, completely naked taking the shots to her bare gigantic breasts looking determined.

Mark and John they could not look away, frozen in their seats and breathing nervously as the rest of the agents there, they were stone cold when something approached the camera from one of the sides.

A tank crashed into the park shaking the ground and making the person lose its balance and fall to the ground, immediately the cameraman grabbed the camera and ran until reaching a square. In it, a group of tanks and some infantry made a last stand in a barricade near a church against two women, one with black hair and the other one blond, that were running towards them; before the soldiers could retreat the black haired one threw a punch to the barricade and obliterated it along with the ground beneath, the woman punched the ground and knocked the soldiers with punches hard enough to send them flying towards the wall of the church. The other woman advanced gracefully directly into one of the tanks taking direct hits and only reacting when one was directed to her head blocking it with a forearm the size of a log, then she grabbed it and in something happened that surprised Mark, the women waited with the tank in her hand instead of crushing it or throwing it away, she waited for the pilot, a black haired man with an officer suit that exited the hatch with his hands up, and at that moment she left the tank in the ground and advanced slowly to the other tank only for the blonde woman to grab it and press it against her pecs crushing it like a tin can.

Then the camera faced the church, the remaining soldiers abandoning it without weapons and with their hands up; the camera slowly rose to the church's bell tower and a woman was climbing with a flag on her hand. When she reached the top she raised the Soviet flag to immediately snap it with a swift movement of her fingers, the flag slowly fell to the ground and the video ended.

The man returned to his previous place and spoke with renewed force: "Agents, fellow Americans, imagine that but with our flag, imagine it being Washington Monument and not the red square, imagine that savagery but with our citizens. That is the reason why we need you, gentlemen, we will be damned if we let those monsters do the same thing to our country. Our mission is to prevent this and to eradicate it in our soil, that is why we made those tests; the ECG test to measure your cardiac responses to the video, the sample to see your levels of dopamine, serotonin and adrenalin in your blood after seeing the women, and the diodes in your head to register the electrical activity in your brain with the Brain-Computer interface. It was because the women alone didn't conquer the Soviet Union, it was with the help of men, mentally ill, without a strong will, betrayed by their brains and eyes, surrendered to their most basic instincts of pleasure and compliance. The ones we found within our own ranks were dispatch and sent into home custody until we solve the situation, the ones that had lower measures but still had symptoms were administered with Selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors (SSRIs) to diminish all the sexual pleasure and stimulus for the matter. Only you the real men, the ones unfazed by temptation and the banality of these monstruosities of unregulated experimentation can bring safety against this threat."

After those words, the man, now red and with sweat, adjusted his tie and pulled out a handkerchief and continued: "Your mission is to end this issue from its root, some of you will be assigned to intercept and destroy the substance, others to investigate and detain men and women that help or participate in these activities and others will acquire information regarding the development of this situation. Gentlemen if you don't believe that this is a national emergency and that I am exaggerating, hear this fellow agent" Another man stepped out of the backstage, blonde, slim and with glasses. "This is an agent assigned to the West Germany intelligence division of the NATO, and that will be working with us alongside many other agents that were assigned in Europe and managed to escape when all of this happened, without further ado, I present you Agent Staszczyk Jankowsky."

A brief round of applause and the man started talking, his pronunciation had a little accent: "When I was in my office in Essen, about a week before today, we started to receive radio transmissions from the London headquarters and our covert agents in Budapest, those transmissions were like the ones you received from the ECHELON near Alaska, but were more numerous and carried more details, they informed us about the situation in Soviet territory, then Poland, Lithuania, Ukraine, after those reached us more arrived talking about uprisings in Yugoslavia, Hungary, and Romania. We knew that the next country that would be affected was Eastern Germany. We abandoned the office, I went to Berlin where I have my family, to see if they were okay, I didn't expect what I saw when I reached the city, the wall was shattered, muscular women destroyed the outposts and captured the guards to execute the ones that resisted, they tore down statue of Lenin and painted their mutated bodies with the colors of the German flag while screaming savagely in the Brandenburg Gate as amazons after winning a battle. But when I entered my house..."

Jankowsky made a long pause, he was pallid and had an expression made of grief and anger, he sighed deeply and continued: "I saw my Augusta transformed into one of those, she didn't have the soft and beautiful body that I loved and came for in every winter in my vacations, those skinny white arms that she put in my hips when we danced with the Americans at the end of the war instead she had that rippling and bulging abnormality the size of my torso, her hips that had my daughter Eliana and my boy Alexander now only a boulder, a wall of bricks, and her face, the same angelical face that made me feel comforted during the shortages during the Berlin blockade and in the threats of nuclear war by Kruschev, now trapped between all that muscle, traps so great that touched the ceiling and pectorals that covered her small bust, that made sick."
 
"She tried to reach out to touch me but I couldn't let her not now, I couldn't after the reports of the carnages and the destruction in the cities, I couldn't but reach for the gun in my pants, then she started to cry. I couldn't stand it and I locked myself in the studio, that's when a coworker called me and told me to take a flight with the rest of the agents stationed in Germany to America. I grabbed the intel, wished goodbye to Eliana and Alexander, and when I was about to leave there she was, her frame blocking the exit, so big I couldn't pass, I didn't want to talk to her, I didn't want to see her I just wanted to escape but her tears were too much to resist. The only question in my mind was why?, I asked her and she told me that a friend from the other side of Berlin had taken the substance, that she looked so happy with her husband, that she made it for me, to see my happiness over her new body and to enjoy it alongside me. I didn't know anything my mind was blank, I just told her that I had left enough money for her and the children to live for the next year, to give my salute to her mother and to hug the children for me, then she collapsed, the floor crumbled, and I managed to exit the house without looking back I made my way to the airport and left."

Jankowsky silently left the stage with a hand in his forehead, everyone was silent. After some instructions, Mark, John and the rest of the agents were dismissed. Mark only had a thought in his head, doubt in his chest: "Jankowsky did the right thing?"

[Saxony Red Devil]

You've created morally sound, monstrously muscular, mutated women...and I love it! I love the serious tone throughout the story so far, this is a global level threat and your story is delivering it as such perfectly. Got a fan in me!

[rodman]

Thanks, this is an interesting and the beginning of an awesome story. I'm interested in seeing how you develop it further. 😎

[rodman]

Also, do you have or if not you should create a Deviant Art site as a another way to get your stories out and read by the female muscle fans. Love your story ❤️. Looking forward to seeing more.😎

[Another_Wanted01]

Hello people, first I want to thank you for the comments about the story, I'm happy to see the positive reception. Secondly, I apologize for the misspellings and the fact that some sentences are badly written, as some of you might have noticed English is not my native language.

Finally, by the suggestion of rodman, I created a Deviantart account so you have the option to see the history there, all the chapters future chapters will be there as well. The three current chapters are also in there and I made some edits to change things such as the misspelling of Moscow and added a few extra things and details here and there to make the reading more concise and understandable.

Have a good day.

[Another_Wanted01]

Sorry I forgot to post the name of the account, its called w00dline (with zeros) you can search me in the DeviantArt browser. Thanks.

[rodman]

  That's great. Will look it up. Please continue to post here on Saradas. Thanks 😊

[Another_Wanted01]

Chapter Four:

The only sound that could be heard was the ticking of the clock in the wall of the back.

John Mckenzie was making some coffee, it was over midnight and his body knew it, he didn't want to stay in the night shift but unfortunately the luck wasn't in his side when the coin landed on the side and marked his defeat against the newcomer who was given the matinal shift on his new office in Queens. It wasn't all that bad though he never was an early sleeper and his office mates were none others than Mark Johnson, the polish agent that gave his personal account in the general meeting and a new guy, a field agent.

He couldn't believe the fact that he was assigned with Mark after all the years that they worked in different stations miles away from each other but thinking about the situation more deeply would suggest that this coincidence was due to practicality more than the random occurrence, after all, Mark had bought a department in Queens from his years working at the airport and put it to rent once he started working in the Dallas office.

What was more surprising were his other two co-workers, the first and most important of them was Jankowsky. With his unpronounceable name and weird accent which became more and more prominent when he talked for a prolonged period of time, the man wasn't exactly what John had expected from an overseas agent attached to the surveillance and espionage of the socialists in Germany, with that description he would have thought of a hardened English man, clever and cunning for every situation, ready to ruin the next communist party meeting or to deliver a fatal blow to the megalomaniac dictators of the Soviet nations, a man with mystery as his wife and action as his secret lover. Even a quirky French would have sufficed, he didn't know maybe his judgment was based on the marathon of James Bond novels that he had previously read.

Instead, they got Jankowsky, father of two and married to a freak, a man which his only love was now the endless reports and paperwork surrounding the operations, a bureaucrat of bow and tie, a guy who his only quirks were the deadly silence result of every attempt of communication and the inhuman amount of cigarettes consumed by him that averaged the two dozens a day since the start of the operations in the new office two weeks ago, overall an unpleasant but not unbearable situation.

Then there was Harry Smith, a fresh recruit that was assigned by the higher-ups so he could end his training at a real station, a blonde young man on his early twenties with a buff body that made John imagine him in a quarterback uniform, and with a freckled face that reminded John of Archie. In John's opinion, he wasn't that bad, he was nice and polite, and brought coffee whenever anyone asked. In his mind, Smith made a perfect job as a secretary but Mark had thought different since Smith arrived during the first week teaching him about radio surveillance and giving tips about the correct method of immobilization.

John smiled to himself thinking about this while taking sips of his mug and murmured a brief sentence to the now empty office: "Poor guy just joined the FBI and the apocalypse happens." Despite the smile at his lips, he couldn't ignore the weight of the declaration, was it really the end of the civilized world, would they be able to contain this long enough, long enough for what? what was the plan to deal with those women?

Then the joke sounded stupid and the coffee tasted like garbage, immediately John went to the bathroom and poured the liquid into the handwash while checking his wristwatch, "at least the turn would end in only an hour" John thought while yawning.
 


The sound of the phone made Mark sigh tiredly, "Why they call at this moment, specifically at this moment?" mark thought while peeing, after a minute he exited the bathroom and saw Smith holding the phone on his ear.

"Thanks, Smith". Mark said feeling relieved while reaching the phone from Smith's hand.

"No problem sir". said Smith.

"Am I talking to the agent in charge of the Queens station?" asked the man on the other side of the line.

"Yes, who am I talking to?" Asked Mark.

"My name is officer Adam Davis from airport security of the John F. Kennedy, we need your presence here."

"What is the nature of the problem?"

"We detected suspicious passengers from a flight arriving from Spain in the terminal five. We then proceeded to detain them and found dangerous cargo in the luggage."

"Thanks for calling officer, we will be there soon. Do not let any of the suspects near the confiscated substance, if you see any activity by third parties regarding the detained proceed to contact the near police stations." Said, Mark before ending the call and putting on his coat.

"Smith, you are coming with me" Mark exclaimed while tossing him the keys of the patrol. "Go and start it, we don't have time to lose." Immediately Smith exited the small office and ran down the stairs towards the entrance of the building.

Several minutes after leaving the office, Smith and Mark were silent, the patrol was speeding through the streets to the airport, with eyes fixed on the road Mark broke the silence asking Smith: "How do you feel, are you nervous or scared, is everything alright?"

Smith stared Mark while trying to compose an answer that didn't make him look like a scared boy on his first trip to the dentist and controlling his vibrating leg: "No sir, I'm okay, I'm uhhhhh very excited for this, it's interesting to see some action, sir?" Answered Smith with a fake mask of excitement and bravado.

Turning his face to face Smith, Mark raised a brow and exclaimed: "Oh really, I thought you wouldn't be so confident about it after all this is no regular threat, I could understand you if we were dealing with terrorists or anarchists, even the people of the Black Panther Party. Aren't you afraid of getting your balls crushed by a chest the size of our car, or they already took them? judging by the look in your face" Mark said with a laugh after seeing Smith with a serious expression.

"Smith, you don't fool anybody, it's normal to feel like that when facing the unknown, heck I've felt like that when I was your age, no, a couple of years younger, in the war. When I boarded the plane to Japan I was feeling powerful wanting to shoot those communists in the face, but when we reached the front near Daegu I was dying, I felt sick and wanted to jump off the truck and run for my life until I reached California." Mark stopped when he saw the expression of utter confusion in Smith's face. "My point is don't panic, always be calm and remember your training," Mark said coldly looking to the nearby airport.

Arriving at the airport Mark saw an unfamiliar sight, the airport was almost empty. It made obvious sense after all the government had declared the frontiers closed and canceled all the incoming flights from Eastern Europe and was in process of canceling all of the flights coming from Europe. Tough seemingly extreme the situation required it, the English government had promulged a similar measure the day after the agents that escaped the continent arrived in the island. Even the troops sent to the war in Vietnam were recalled from the front after a tense truce by both sides, in order to reinforce the positions around the country.

After ten minutes they were in the fifth terminal outside the arrivals hall, then they spotted some officers and walked towards them. They were directed with the officer Davis who escorted them to the place where the suspects were detained. In there Mark saw some other agents in the hallways, some of them from Brooklyn, the Bronx, and Long Island.

When Mark talked to them about the situation they told him that a total of fourteen suspects were found with vials of the substance hidden in their luggage eight coming from Spain, six from France and two from Italy, after the agents arrived they interrogated all the detained except for two, however all were unsuccessful in recovering any information except for few unimportant details.

Mark then proceeded to sit down and interrogate one of the two suspects left. A caucasian brunette woman around her early thirties, she looked at him intensely, silent anger all over her face and her elbows resting in the white table, the only object in all of the gray room. Smith standing next to him.

"What is your name?" Asked Marked coldly.

"Io do not understanding englis" Answered the woman

"The question was, what is your name" Mark asked again.

"Signore, sono italiano"

"Sir I don't think that she can unders...". Said Smith nervously only to be interrupted by Mark's hand.

"I have all the time in the world, we can be here until you answer me, now what is your name, miss?" Mark said slowly, making his voice the clearest possible while raising the tone.

"Salvatora Alfonsi"

"Good, what's the purpose of your travel to our country?"

"Tourism"

"Oh really, well then why you had that in your luggage?"

"What thing?" Salvatora asked sounding confused.

"You know what I'm referring to, we wouldn't be here if not for that."

"I don't know what you are talking about, I only came to visit America" Affirmed Salvatora raising her handcuffed hands.

"You didn't come here for tourism, that substance is a biological weapon, you know that and decided to bring it with your baggage, to what contaminate American women and watch them slowly die rejoicing in their suffering and fragility, to kill innocent people and spread it to the children, to eliminate feminists and undermine their desire to express their liberty as you did with all the European countries, to then submit them to a regime of terror?"

"THAT'S NOT WHAT WE DID, WE LIBERATED THOSE WOMEN FROM THE CHAINS YOU PIGS PUT ON THEM" Salvatora snapped hitting the table with her legs. A little smile now decorated Mark's face as she realized what she just said.

"Oh, and who are those people that you talk me about?"

"None of your business, vaffanculo" Whispered Salvatora.

"Why are you here? What do you plan to do with this thing?" Asked Mark inquisitively and looking determined.

"You wish, imbecille fa schifo cazzi" Said Salvatora with a smug expression.

"No no no". Mark let out a small laugh and placed a hand in his forehead, the woman looked at him confused. "You think we don't know already what you are doing here, we know what happened in Europe and why you were able to do that. I'm only asking for a confirmation of the story that your "sisters in arms" or should I say "sisters in biceps" told us, I'll admit that you are a little bit more though than the others and that is a virtue, congratulations, Salvatora right? you've won yourself a ride to the electric chair. Smith can you escort her to Adam while we discuss the information we got."

Smith approached Salvatora and made her stand up, an expression of dread in her face when she spoke: "Did they told you everything?"

"Well not everything, but what we needed, it was easy". Mark answered lazily while playing in the table with a pen.

"Okay, I will talk but can you promise to help me, I don't want to end in the death row" Pleaded the woman, her gray eyes tired and defeated.
 
"It's alright if you confirm what we already know and stop saying that I suck cock, I think that we can work an arrangement" Mark exclaimed feeling accomplished and starting to take notes.

"I am from Verona in Italy, when those muscular women told us about what they had accomplished in a few months and seeing their goddess bodies I couldn't reject what they had to offer to the world, a world in which the superior women could prosper above men. I accepted to take a flight to here with some samples of the formula with some others to help spread the "body revolution" to the oppressed American women. I don't know who I had to give the samples, I only knew that he had accorded to receive the package in a club near Broadway in one week, on one of the night dance functions"

"Thanks, it wasn't hard, is it?" Asked Mark before standing up and approaching Smith and whispering him: "Take her to the police, I will report this to my colleagues and the central, did you learned something useful or complete garbage?" Then patted him in the back and exited the room with a wide smile.

After a couple of minutes, Mark's confidence disappeared staring at the empty landing lanes and the approaching darkness of the night. The city looked so full of lights, lights that counted on him, John, Jankowski and Smith, the weight if that only felt worse when he thought of the fourteen people that they managed to capture, but how many of them passed unnoticed and now were roaming the city of lights?

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Chapter 5

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Mark's mind pounded and hurt with every sound. His limbs didn't respond, and his hip was in an uncomfortable position that secured pain when he decided to get up. His eyes were heavy, and his mouth was as dry as the bathroom floor where he was lying, his mind couldn't process anything except the soreness product of the hangover that invaded his body after a night filled with alcohol and shitty anecdotes from his coworkers.

Then the phone started to ring, and after a long string of profanity, Mark managed to stand up ignoring the sting in his hip, and walk to the living room.

After a long sigh, Mark answered the call only to be greeted by the agitated voice of John.

"Mark where the hell you are? We need you here." Almost screeched John from the other side of the line, making Mark's ears hurt and ignited a hell in his brain.

"Calm down I'm in my apartment okay, I'm coming to the office in a while and..."

"NO, Mark there was an incident, they got hostages."

"Who?" Asked Mark with a mix of concern and expectation.

"The women Mark, they entered the city hall in Manhattan and..., well there's no time for explanation, we got orders to help the police and control the situation before something happens. Go there as soon as possible, and bring some guns we don't know what can happen." Said John before ending the call, and leaving a confused Mark staring at the phone absently.

It took him a second to process everything that was happening,  then he ran to his room and put some clothes, then he grabbed the .44 magnum stored in his desk and some ammunition before walking to the door. When he was opening it he remembered the Remington 721 hidden behind the closet of his room. An old souvenir from his time in Korea now a relic from a past that he didn't want to repeat.

After exiting the building, he grabbed the first taxi he saw and gave the driver the direction. While the vehicle moved through the streets, he saw some helicopters flying towards the center, the conclusion formulated by his brain was too loud for him to ignore, he calmed down by the time the taxi arrived near the police blockade around the city hall.

He paid the driver and went to the nearest policemen that he found, he showed them his plate and asked for a report of the situation.

"The women broke into the building around 7:00 AM, they captured the civilians and the guards. They are demanding the liberation of some suspects captured a couple of weeks ago, the hostage negotiator tried to reason with them but all attempts have been in vain."

"Do you have any shooters in the area? Just in case we need them." Mark asked while loading a magazine into his rifle and watching the police blocking the incoming reporters.

"Yes sir, but our commander instructed us to take all the members of the FBI to him, he wants to formulate a plan together and needs insight into this situation." Then he was conducted into a loud crowd nearby.

A group of policemen and agents encircling Jankowski and commander Hank Miller were planning the next move.

"Alright men, we have a blockade in the main entrance of the building, and the exact number of those "mutated" women inside is unknown. The hostages are in the hall and possibly in the stairs leading to the dome, the park, the roof, and the sides aren't guarded. Our plan is to lead some shock teams through the unguarded zones to rescue the citizens, also we have shooters in the buildings across the street and helicopters to reach the rooftop, there's where the main force will be. Now we have some FBI agents that have dealt with this situation before,  here we have agent Jankowski from the department in Queens." After the declaration, Jankowski started to speak.

"The evidence we have suggests that the kidnappers have a weakness, their heads." Jankowsky made a pause and noticed Mark in the middle of the crowd. "Weapons such as the rifle that my colleague has can be effective against them, that's why there will be an additional group supporting from range the strike force. Now those women aren't what you expect, they aren't your normal feminist or enraged mother. No, they have acquired enhancements to boost their physiques beyond the mightiest lifters and the limits of anatomy, that's why we need to execute this action without a mistake, the lives of innocent civilians are in our hands, and we must deliver what is expected." Then the crowd was dismissed.

The distant voice of the negotiator could be heard, a penetrating sound in the sea of noise.

"We have you surrounded, return the citizens safe and you will have a  fair trial. We don't want to harm anyone."

A minute passed, no answer. Mark cleaned both of his guns and aimed the rifle to a nearby tower. Twenty minutes later, the operation began, Mark was in the group flanking the left. Then they reached a door and forced their way inside.

The building was quiet, too quiet, no fire gun or screams alerting of the presence of the policemen. They advanced through a couple of meters when suddenly the static of a megaphone made them stop.

"Free the people that you detained at the airport last week, bring them to us, and we will free all the hostages. If you don't deliver them before noon or try a rescue, we will start to tear them apart with our own hands..."

Mark's group advanced to the area where the voice came from. They were greeted by an unnerving scene, fear in their eyes at the sight before them.

Mark counted four women, all of them freakishly huge and standing three meters tall, the hostages stunned and in groups all watching the woman with the megaphone, some of them clinging to the women's calves and rubbing their little hands against the rock hard thighs and the impossibly vascular glutes.

Mark didn't know what to do. Even some of the members of the nearby SWAT team took off their helmets to get a better view of the women. At that moment one policeman stood up from cover and advanced towards one of the women, gun in hand, and before John could do something to stop him, he shot at a blonde woman.

The scene was almost cartoonish, a second before the bullet hit her pure white face, she flexed her traps and hit a side tricep pose, the bullet struck a vein the size of a pipe and fell to the ground now completely flat. Then the hall became a hell of gunfire and screams.

Mark grabbed his rifle and climbed up the stairs with a couple of agents equipped with similar weaponry, and when he reached the second floor, he got a glimpse of the chaos that was happening beneath them.
 
A group of policemen and some members of a SWAT team were shooting at one of the women, at first she didn't notice them but after one of the bullets crossed near her right ear, she turned around and faced them with a mischievous smile in her face. She started to flex her chest shattering the sleeves of her sweater revealing forearms wider than the heads of the men, her little breasts jiggled as she playfully flexed her pecs.

She walked towards a column, the police ceased the fire watching as she pressed her body against the stone and embraced it, her biceps were so big that she couldn't complete the titanic hug and used her pair of twenty-five-inch meat slabs to flatten the surface pressing them against it until she managed to surround all of it. Then the ground trembled and the column separated from the ground.

Now, in all her height, the woman began to lift the column up to her head, with every inch of the biceps swollen and bulging with a definition beyond the understanding of the mortals observing her divine strength, now with raised arms and the immense weight. One meter above his head, he smiled at them with malice.

The policemen backed away, their faces covered in sweat and tears, but they could not escape when she threw the column at them. Only a cloud of dust remained in the place where they stood. After a brief moment, the women released a powerful scream, followed by an earth-shattering orgasm so loud to drag the attention of all the present.

Mark knew it was his moment and when everyone focused on the moans coming from the woman. He aimed at the blonde woman's head and shot. The bullet connected and blood spattered the floor. He did not kill her.

Everything was silent and the focus completely changed the woman now crouched, her pale face stained and her small hand touched her side as tears fell to the floor.
 
And before he could react and lower the gun, his finger pulled the trigger, another shot went through the woman who was crying.

Every thought in Mark's head turned to guilt, and the cold logic of the action now seemingly only inspired by a barbarous and savage feeling against an innocent and helpless person.

One of the three remaining women broke the silence with a cry of anger and ran against the agents who were in her way, holding and breaking their bodies like pieces of paper. A few moments later the fight resumed now more violent and vicious than before, now with the added casualties of the hostages who had not suffered damage so far, a side effect of the blinding fury shown by the women fueled by the recent loss.

A few moments passed and some lucky shots made by members of the SWAT team managed to put down another woman, leaving only two in the fight.

Mark spent those minutes shooting pointlessly towards one of the women, he had to do his duty but after seeing that scene, the whole point seemed more and more useless with every shot fired. Then a symphony of screams was heard from the opposite side of the corner.

One of the remaining women managed to climb to the second floor and beat up all the men in there. A man next to him shot the woman and dragged her attention, now she was advancing towards his side of the building.

All the agents fired in rounds against her, only scratching the surface of her impenetrable armor, her eyes focused on them with the same cold stare that Mark had when he shot.

Mark was scared, his legs were trembling and his shots became less accurate with every step she took, making the floor rumble and crack beneath her feet.

She stopped and with a movement, she flexed her leg, a column of muscle that surpassed those of the building and with a stomp part of the second floor collapsed, leaving them in the floor shocked.

In his mind, the only thought present was an urge to flee and run for his life when she grabbed for one of the men and immediately turned on her back on the others.

Then they all threw their rifles and ran to the first floor, a coward act rewarded by the screams of the man. Mark pulled out his magnum and saw the women flexing the muscles of her impossibly wide back and making them grow. Her white shirt stretched beyond its limits and covered by spots of dense muscle, it was a true spectacle to see her build more and more mass making her back seem like a throne was she rested all the power possessed by her body.

Mark was stunned, hypnotized by the sight of her muscles bulging against one another and surging with more force with every scream of the now dying agent and with every movement her arms she revealed a choreography of pure power and domination. He couldn't see anywhere else, his eyes were captive such as that time in the J. Hoover with the video from the test.

Then the play reached it's climax when the screams ended and the woman hit a double bicep pose and her arms double its size, topping the ceiling while dismembering the man.

He returned to reality and ran being chased by the woman,  in her eyes lust for blood, his blood.

After a minute running, Mark felt a familiar pain in his hip and fell to the floor holding his side, a sharp pain wrecking his mind for a brief moment. When he tried to reach for the gun a foot crushed it.

"Fuck, I liked that gun, it cost me a kidney in Dallas!" Exclaimed Mark still holding his side, a mix of fear, indignation, and anger boiling inside of him.

"Now you will gonna pay for killing my sister, I will crush you and then all of you weaklings!" She screamed grabbing Mark and stared him with her gray eyes, piercing into his soul, burning his determination and making him feel powerless.

Then she flexed her pecs and placed his head between her ample cleavage, Mark felt softness followed by an incredible pressure, every second it was more difficult to breathe and his head was being crushed like an egg. As all became black he stopped fighting and accepted the end.

Then the pressure stopped, the woman grabbed him by his collar and held his body in the air. She raised an arm to cover her face from the bullets being fired by someone near them.

"Put him down, you fucking fat bitch, come so I can shoot you in the face, fight someone armed" John screeched while reloading his gun.

After that, the woman threw Mark at a wall, his head split from the impact but he was still conscious.


The woman rushed towards John who shot another three times before being punched in the torso with enough force to send him flying a couple of meters and landing in the marble floor. Mark could only see while she advanced in John's direction.

"DAMN IT DON'T YOU TOUCH HIM, OR I FUCKING KILL YOU" Cried Mark while trying to stand up, only to fall shortly after spilling more blood in the linoleum of the stage. "Why can't I stand? she will murder him and I'm a useless crippled piece of shit that can't even run" Whined Mark feeling defeated.

The woman prepared to deliver the killing blow to a semi-conscious John, she flexed an arm and prepared her tiny punch.

A shot was heard, the bullet crossed her forehead and got embedded into the ground, a clear shot. Her hulking frame stumbled and fell making a loud thud and shaking the ground.

Jankowsky loaded another bullet and aimed for the head of the women, he didn't want to take the risk with this one, not after Augusta.

The fight ended, the last woman standing, the one that threw the column at the policemen surrendered when she found herself surrounded by agents, the remains of a SWAT team and a couple of police who cornered her.

At the beginning of the assault, there were a total of 75 men, in the end only 18 were left. From the civilians, 127 died in the fight from a total of 225.

John and Mark were taken to the nearest hospital.

Jankowsky didn't know what to make from this situation, the brutality and the carnage were inhuman, all that innocent lives now gone, taken by a group of savages with a female form.

"The Soviets should have nuked their whole country before this reached the rest of the world" Jankowsky mumbled to himself while watching the reports after the incident reached the press.

Jankowsky's mind, it was time for the men around the globe to see the consequences of the feelings of superiority that made them blind of the power that lay beside them, they tried to make women weapons and underestimated their destructive capabilities, soon the world would fall, but then what?

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Great story! Would love to see more.