Brandi 5 - Army
By Neptune
Brandi is recruited by her country


The foreman had found the carnage at the construction site the next 
morning and immediately called the police.  The police were shocked to 
see the picture that had been described to them across the FBI wire.  They 
immediately contacted the FBI and the Feds leapt into action.  With the 
combined efforts of the FBI, CIA, Secret Service, and US military, the most 
sophisticated computers in the world were focused on databases to find 
the common link.  Before the police began the standard interview process 
with the site employees, the FBI already had their main suspect.

Brandi returned to work the next morning secure in the knowledge that 
there were once again no witnesses to the crime.  She planned to follow 
her standard pattern of staying on a while to deflect suspicion and then 
move on before she could repeat the crime in the same place.  As she 
reported to the foreman, she put on her best shocked expression and 
followed his direction to report to the dark police truck parked away from 
the other police cars for an interview.  She smiled to herself as she made 
her way over to the van, knowing that the police she had talked to in the 
past were usually more interested in checking her out than conducting 
fact-finding interviews.  She opened one more button on her blouse to 
reveal more of her amazing pectoral development and rolled up her 
sleeves one more turn to further expose her massive biceps.  The more 
attention they paid to her body would benefit her in their lack of attention 
to the case, she figured.

As she got to the rear of the truck, the door opened before she could 
knock.  She was invited in by the motion of a hand rather than a voice.  
She could see six officers in the van, two in the front seats and four 
arrayed in the back.  They all looked completely disinterested in the 
proceedings, giving her additional confidence in her ability to escape 
punishment once again.  She stepped up in to the van, turning sideways to 
slide her huge shoulders between the two men seated along the bench 
next to the rear door.  The man in the front passenger seat motioned her 
forward with a smile.

As soon as Brandi stepped forward, everything changed.  The door to the 
truck slammed behind her, and the faces of every man in the truck 
immediately turned deadly serious.  Even more serious were the large 
firearms that appeared from nowhere in the hands of the four men 
surrounding her.  Each man held his weapon aimed at her in the calm 
manner of one who was deadly proficient with a gun.  Have a seat, the 
man in the front said, and the truck started moving.

Brandi didn't doubt that she was more invulnerable to trauma than most, 
due to the sheer size and thickness of the massive muscles that 
encompassed her frame.  However, she didn't trust her body against the 
slugs that could emerge from the fearsome looking weapons that the men 
were continuing to hold on her.  With no other options available to her, she 
sat down on the bench between two of the men and across from the other 
two.  Everyone sat quietly for the remainder of the trip, and Brandi was 
disappointed to see that she was unable to make any of the men lower his 
guard even for an instant no matter how she flexed or tensed her body.  
She figured that these men must be highly trained indeed, and started to 
feel a little fear creeping in to her head about what was going to happen to 
her.

The truck drove on for a time that seemed like hours, but was probably 
shorter.  After the truck stopped, she was led out of the truck on to what 
appeared to be a military base and found another four men with guns 
trained on her.  The truck drove off without further discussion, and Brandi 
was led inside through a large door by her new escort team.  Down a few 
long corridors they went, with the four men behind her giving her directions 
and following with their weapons trained on her constantly.

When she reached a large steel door at the end of one long corridor the 
men instructed her to place her thumb on a plate next to the door.  A light 
came on at her touch and after a few seconds, the door slid downward into 
the floor to open.  The men motioned her through but did not follow.  As 
she entered the room, she marveled at the thickness of the walls and the 
door evident in the doorway through which she strode.  The door closed 
back up behind her with a whoosh and then a loud clanking sound she 
took to be some sort of lock.

She immediately turned back to the door hoping it would automatically 
open, but to no avail.  Then she started half-heartedly pushing on the 
door, but it was especially stiff to her touch.  Even as she powered up her 
muscles against the door and pulled against the sides with all her might, 
she was only able to make slight indentations in the door.  The wall next to 
the door was similarly rigid, and a few half-effort punches into the surface 
did nothing but hurt her knuckles. She shrugged her shoulders and turned 
back to the room.

She was shocked to see an apartment-sized area with some of her 
furniture arrayed around it.  An inspection of the closet revealed that some 
of her clothes had been moved here also.  She appeared to have her own 
little apartment with a combination bedroom / dining area, and a separate 
large bathroom.  There was one other door on the opposite side from the 
"front" door, but it too was imposing and seemed impossible to break.  
Brandi slumped down on her couch and turned on her TV, happy to see 
that she now had all of the cable channels.
**
The men in the control room were pleased that she appeared calm.  The 
men were still not sure what she was at this point, and were not sure what 
to do if she went hysterical.  They were given full authority to act on behalf 
of the security of the USA up to and including termination, but that would 
be such a waste of the opportunity that she presented.  They watched her 
efforts against the front door and marveled at her obvious strength as her 
incredible muscles bent the sides of the reinforced steel door.  As she sat 
on her couch and watched TV, they sent the subliminal programming to 
suggest that she go to sleep.  They combined this suggestion with the 
introduction of a sedative gas into the chamber, to further assure success.  
After a time longer than they had expected, Brandi's head slumped 
forward and she appeared to enter a calm slumber.  The doctors prepared 
their instruments and entered the room through the other door, with a 
heavy armed guard escorting them.  They laid Brandi on the floor and 
went about their business, hurrying as much as possible in case she 
happened to awake earlier than expected.

**
Brandi awoke later to find herself on the couch, with the TV still on.  She 

could tell by the programming that it was morning, meaning that she had 
been here through the night.  On the table was a high-protein meal similar 
to the one she would usually have at home.  It seems that the people here 
knew a lot about her, maybe too much.  The really scary part was that a 
small vial of her strength serum was also on the table, along with a syringe 
with which to inject it.  Although the dosage in the vial wasn't correct for a 
day, it was close enough to make her worry how much they knew and what 
they were doing with the rest of it.  Nevertheless, she sat down and ate the 
meal hoping that it wasn't drugged or anything.  As she ate, a point of 
soreness and a small scar on her arm let her know that she had enjoyed 
company last night.

When she was done with her meal, she returned to the couch and sat in 
front of the TV for a while.  Figuring that her super-strong homicidal state 
was her only chance for escape, she went about trying to bring it on 
herself.  She had never done that before, and she wasn't sure what to do.  
She tried to make herself angry about her situation, being kidnapped and 
held against her will and all, but was unsuccessful.  Then she stood up 
and started driving her fist into the wall, hoping the pain would bring on the 

rage.  After a few punches, the other door opened.

Brandi made her way through the door and walked into a huge indoor 
hangar.  The hangar was a vast but well-lit empty space, with nothing in it 
that she could use as a tool or weapon.  She experimentally kicked the 
steel floor a couple of times and found it to have the same deep sound as 
her apartment, suggesting thickness.  She walked over to a wall and 
checked it out, but got the same hopeless result.  She stood at the wall for 
a while and then spied a control room up above where people in lab coats 

were looking down at her.  She smiled at them, remembering what she had 
done to the last group of men she had seen in lab coats.  

A voice boomed from above, You are under arrest.  You have been 
deemed too dangerous by the United States of America to be allowed the 
freedom to stand trial.   You are hereby found guilty of murder in the first 
degree, and are sentenced to death.  However, you possess certain 
unique attributes that are of value to your country.  Unless you accept 
terms for compromise by serving your country, the sentence will be carried 
out immediately.  You have thirty seconds to decide.  If you agree, hold up 
your right hand.

Brandi was stunned.  She had been caught.  She was in real trouble.  It 
seemed the only way to keep herself alive was to play along until she 
could find some way to escape.  She raised her mighty right arm, for the 
first time in defeat.  She looked up at the men defiantly and hoped that 
they would come down and talk to her personally so she could 
demonstrate her "unique attributes" all over their scrawny asses.

Instead, she was answered with the opening of a door in the far end of the 
hangar.  In rolled a huge army tank through the opening, which quickly 
closed behind it.  Brandi studied the huge vehicle intently, wondering what 
it meant.  She unconsciously backed up a few paces at the sight of the 
huge monster, hoping that it wasn't dangerous.

Brandi was answered when the tank fired a shell at her across the room.  
She was far away enough to duck from the round, which impacted against 
the huge wall behind her.  From the impact Brandi immediately could tell 
three things.  First, the explosives had been removed from the shell due to 
the lack of a blast.  Second, the shell was very hard and moved very fast 
due to the dent it made in the reinforced wall behind her.  Third, those 
shells would likely kill her if they impacted her in any way.

The tank rumbled forward menacingly, closing the gap between them.  As 
it fired another round toward her, Brandi decided that she was in extreme 
danger.  She moved out of the way of this shell as well, but it was 
considerably more accurate and impacted the wall much closer to her.  
Brandi frantically searched for an escape route, but none were obvious in 
the room.  The tank lumbered closer and repeated firing shots in her 
direction.  Brandi was cornered like a scared animal and was running out 
of options.

Then the inevitable happened.  The tank fired off one very accurate shot 
that Brandi was barely able to evade.  The shell impacted the wall right 
behind her head.  Unfortunately for Brandi, it caromed off the wall and 
squarely into her back knocking her off of her feet.  The shell was blunted 
and slowed due to the impact with the wall, but it retained sufficient 

momentum to incapacitate her.  The tank used the opportunity to roll 
forward until it was right in front of Brandi and level it's huge barrel at her.  
Brandi looked up from her fallen position to see the barrel pointing right at 
her with what surely was the killing shot.
**
The controllers above were growing worried.  They could not understand 
why the girl was running rather than fighting.  From their calculations of 
the damage she had caused at the construction site, they figured that she 
could destroy the remote-controlled tank.  The point of the exercise was 
not to kill her but to test her powers.  If she was unable to complete this 
task, then her usefulness was limited to them anyway.  They started to 
worry that they had the wrong subject and someone else was using the 
serum they had found in her apartment.  Just as they were about to 
conclude the teat, they saw it.  And they were amazed.
**
Brandi faced her certain death and felt the rage wash over her.  She felt 
her muscles expanding and cherished the feeling of her power growing.  
The feeling was heightened this time because the power seemed to be 
flooding forth more quickly than it ever had before due to her life-
threatening predicament.  Within seconds, her body had reached its fully 
super-powered state and she looked up at the tank.  She smiled and 
jumped quickly out of range of the barrel up onto the tank's structure.  

She reached down to the barrel of the main gun with her left hand and 
began to pull upwards.  Brandi's hand crushed the portion of the barrel 
she was holding and gave her an excellent grip.  Then she looked down at 
her left bicep as she began to curl the metal upwards.  The metal barrel 
shrieked as it was slowly bent upwards to ninety degrees by the strength 
of Brandi's one arm.  After she had bent it straight up, she continued to 
push the barrel over on itself with the same arm.

Brandi squatted down and ran her hands into the joint between the turret 
and the base of the tank.  She slowly started to rise up using only her legs.  
The huge metal turret began to rise slowly until it reached the limit of the 
buffer space in the channel hinge joint.  The upward progress stopped as 
the specially reinforced metal resisted Brandi's spectacular leg muscles.  
Brandi pouted and redoubled her efforts.  Suddenly, the metal gave way in 
the joint and the turret flew upward.  Because Brandi was at full flex when 
the metal gave way, she ended up accidentally peeling the whole turret off 
the tank in one motion.  The turret flipped over once and fell onto the 
ground alongside the tank.

With the bloodlust flowing within her, Brandi looked inside the tank for her 
prey.  To her disappointment, the tank was empty.  She figured that the 
men in the control room above must have been controlling it by remote.  
With her bloodlust unsatisfied, her rage grew further.  She leapt down from 
the tank searching for a way to kill those men in the control room above 
her that had her caged like an animal here.  She searched around for a 
weapon to use, but the only object in the huge hangar was the tank.

With an animal scream, she worked her way under the tank.  She lifted the 
front and began to walk her hands along the bottom until she got to the 
balance point.  Feeling the rage flowing within her, she then hefted the 
entire weight of the huge armored vehicle into the air.  As she stood under 
the tank with both of its treads off the ground, she was filled with energy at 
the thought of the strength she was exerting.  She wondered if this gave 
her the opportunity to make the kill she craved.
**
The scientists and agents all crowded over to the window to see what was 
going on.  There had never been any evidence from her past of her 
possessing this much strength.  They all watched in rapt amazement as 
she maintained the tank aloft in her massive arms and began to walk with 
it.  If anything, she appeared to be getting stronger, as the tank began to 
move up and down slowly as she pressed it up and down.  The sight was 
simply incredible, and everyone in the control room had to see it live.  
They were all speaking amongst themselves excitedly as they planned for 
ways to use the woman for their own agendas.
**
Brandi felt her rage and strength peaking as she continued to press the 
tank up and down.  Amazingly, she was feeling stronger with each 
repetition instead of more tired.  When she felt her power reach its peak, 
she lowered the tank one more time.  Then she bent her legs so she was 
squatting with the tank barely above her head.  With a scream and a 
super-human flexing of her incredible muscles, she launched the tank 
upwards at the men who had captured her.

The tank flew upwards like a shot and impacted the glass in the control 
room.  Although the glass was bullet proof, it was not designed to 
withstand an object with the momentum of a tank.  The armored vehicle 
smashed through the glass and into the control room.  All of the people 
arrayed around the glass watching Brandi's display were killed 
immediately, either by the tank's mass or the glass turned into missiles as 
it shattered.

Brandi used her super-charged leg muscles to leap up into the control 
room.  As she surveyed the scene, she could see the mass carnage that 
her act had caused.  She could hear no groans nor see any signs of 
movement from anyone in the room.  Satisfied that she had killed 
everyone around, she made her way to the back of the control room.  
Passing through the door, she found herself in another corridor.  She ran 
along it, following the helpful exit signs posted every fifty yards.

Unfortunately, Brandi's luck ran out when she reached what appeared to 
be an airlock.  The large metal door had a keypad next to it and looked as 
though it might be a way out.  As she was studying the door looking for a 
place to get a handhold, another door slammed shut behind her.  Before 
she could react, the space where she was filled with some sort of gas.  
Brandi flew at the airlock in a rage and started to bend the steel with her 
super-human strength, but it was too late.  Brandi succumbed to the gas 
and fell against the door, wondering if this was the end.