While Rachel enjoyed her newfound strength, a meeting was held, far, far away from the young woman, but was very important and would have concerned her very very much had she known it was going on.
"Ladies and gentlemen," a tall, as of now unidentified man in a military uniform, apparently of high rank, addresses a crowd of shadowy figures, obscured for dramatic and visual purposes, "I am pleased to announce that our experiment was an unprecendented success, and we now have our first super soldier. She is testing out her abilities as we speak. We shall allow her a short while more before collecting her and then... the field test begins."
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"Hahaha! Take that, you stupid lawn mower!" Rachel laughs in triumph as she heaves the lawn mower over her head with ease and slams it against the concrete, shattering it in an explosion of metal, gasoline, and chipped pavement. "I... am... SUPERWOMAN! HAHA!" She slaps her belly hard, making it quiver and sounding an echoing smack sound that is loud enough to set off car alarms. And yet she felt no pain. No damage. "Woah. Am I invincible too?"
But then she thinks... if she were bigger, would she also be stronger? More powerful? And then she thinks... did she leave any of those chocolates, or did she eat them all?