Colin grabbed the bottom of the lifting machine he was hiding behind and strained with a mighty growl.
"What the-?!" the gymbo blurted out as a machine fell over on Daria and her lifting bestie.
Tino took his opening and shot the head gymbo in the face while Colin whipped out his pistols, shooting the pinned gymbos in the face.
"Uhhhh, I'm gonna go hit the showers, bye!" Berri scream-talked before recieving a headshot from the chunky gamer.
"Thanks for the assist, where's Darius?" Tino asked.
"That redheaded buff bimbo was Darius." Colin said awkwardly.
"Hey, I heard something out here!" called a feminine voice from down the hall.
"We'd better get going..." Colin said as he frantically stuffed the bags with anything that wasn't wet with cum.
Colin and Tino burst through the doors with the bags in tow.
"Okay people let's get the heck out of here!" Colin yelled.
"Why?" asked one of the old men.
"THAT'S WHY!" Tino yelled as several gymbos began heading for the gym doors.
Colin shot a few of them in the face to slow the horde down as the crew made their escape. The cum of their bare, leaky clits mixed with the blood for a pinkish goop that got on the gymbos that managed to exit before another old man gunned them down.
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Perkins' old, wrinkled face frowned with disbelief.
"And do have any proof of these so called 'Gymbos', hmmmm? A specimen, perhaps?" He asked the crew.
Colin took a gymbos severed arm and slammed it down on the table.
"Is that enough proof for you?" the crew's sharpshooter asked casually.
Perkins looked it over, noting the firm muscle tone and yet soft delicate skin and long fingernails.
"So you're telling me that the bimbos are not only forming in new variations, but one of them infected a team member?" Perkins asked.
Colin nodded.
"Well, this stock is meager and we need a new teammate... excellent work recruit, excellent work..." the older man said with plenty of restrained anger.
'Dick.' Colin thought with a scowl.