As Carly lept through the opening of the lab's ceiling into the warm desert air, she was intoxicated with the ease of what she had just done. She had just effortlessly smashed into one of the most heavily guarded labs in the world, obtained what she had come for, and had a lot of fun in the process. Anything that the soldiers tried; guns, gas, nothing slowed her down. She had seen first-hand Bruce destroy tanks and aircraft single-
handedly, but to actually do it herself, to feel bullets bouncing off her skin and towering over the men in the lab, well that was a rush like she had never felt. No amount of alcohol she had consumed ever produced the high that she was feeling now. In her arms she carried what she hoped would make up for years of neglect with her daughter Rose. Surely Rose would want to share the same power that she now had.
Carly's thoughts were clearer than they had been in a long time, the desire to be drunk apparently was gone. In its place, was a burning desire to set things right with her daughter. She tried to remember the dorm name where she lived, it had been 3 years since they last spoke, and just like that it popped into her head; Sutter Hall. She was amazed how clear her mind was. A day ago she wouldn't have remebered events from just days earlier, now she could recall something like her daughter's dorm from a conversation years ago. It was amazing would a little gamma power could do to your mind, let alone your body.
Each time she landed, she cushioned the gun as carefully as possible against her body. It wasn't easy considering the strength she now possessed. She looked down at the college which was now below her coming into view. Thankfully it was dark, so few if anyone would see her land. Still, to be safe, she decided to land a few hundred feet away from the college into a wooded area. Her body tore through the trees like matchsticks, as the sharp branches broke off against her invulnerable skin. The earth shook as she landed, she hoped no one would come to see what caused the loud boom. She made her way through the woods and peered out towards the first building, even her eyesight had improved to superhuman levels, and she could see far into the windows. The lights were off, but it seemed to be some type of theatre. Hopefully, she would be able to find some type of clothing there as well as something to conceal the gun.
Reluctantly she concentrated on shrinking down to normal. It was a horrible feeling as the strength, power, and vitality ebbed away from her. Her clothing was in tatters, not much of it left at all, so she grabbed some branches and tried to cover herself up as much as possible.
She ran towards the doorway, thankfully it wasn't locked, and she slowly crept in. She strained to see anything in the dark, her eyesight was back to normal unfortunately, but she couldn't see much at all. She moved as quietly as possible, as she tried to listen for anyone's approach.
After what seemed like an eternity, she made her way towards a dimly lit room. It was a staging area for props, the light provided by a lit stairway sign. It wasn't much but it allowed her to see the room. She grabbed some clothes and put them on, it was dirty jeans and a tee-shirt that were way too big, but they would do for now. She found a rolling suitcase that she was able to fit the gun into and she was on her way. She made her way back down to the exit, and made her way towards her daughter's dorm room. Hopefully she was there, and if she was, she would listen to what she had to offer