Disclaimer
I don't own biker mice and don't make any money from this story.
My creatures are my own.
Limburger sat at his desk trying his best to come up with a plan to destroy the biker mice but no mater what he tried nothing worked even Karbunkel had run out of ideas.
Limburger was so absorbed in his thorts he didn't notice the dark shadow that now stood before him.
BANGA hand banged on the desk startling Limburger out of his thorts.
"What is the meaning of this intrusion?" exclaimed Limburger.
"I hear you have a small mouse problem."
Limburger looked at the person standing in front of his desk, the voice sounded feminine but it was hard to tell for all he could see was a long black cloak with a hood, Limburger could not even see her face.
"How can you succeed when all my other plans have failed?"
"I have my ways."
"And how much are you asking?"
"How much is it worth?"
"I am sure we could come to an a agreement once you have court those mice… Miss?"
"Kuro Neko, but if you cross me Limburger…"
Limburger sore a flash of light then his mask was lying in shreds on his desk.
"You will end up like your mask." And with a flick of her cloak Neko disappeared into the shadows.
Limburger looked at his mask lying in peaces on his desk then into a mirror to see what damage was done, there wasn't even a scratch.
"My, my she may succeed with skills like that."
Neko made a trip to Limburgers armory then left with what she needed.