A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first Biker Mice From Mars fic. There will be flashbacks. Hope everyone enjoys!
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1. Lost Chance
"Ahaha hoo! Rocking and a rolling! Crashing and a cruising! Smoking a bogey! Yeah!" Vinnie enthusiastically cried and pressed a button on his Freedom Fighter bike which caused lasers to shoot a huge boulder. He settled on a ledge on the cliff face and removed his helmet with a downcast look on his face. "... Yeah," he sighed, instinctively wanting to take off the bandages which covered the horrific scarring on the right side of his face.
Harley, his girl if only he had enough courage to ask her, came out to meet him. "Letting off a little steam, huh hero?" she spoke softly.
The white male and youngest of the three brothers half turned to face her. "O-oh," he stammered. "Just don't want to blow a gasket, that's all."
Brown-furred Harley replaced the side mirror Vinnie had smashed earlier in a show of frustration at being helpless. "Speaking of which," she began, "do you mind if I check under the hood?"
Restless, Vinnie glanced at himself in the mirror. "Oh, sure, why not?" He gestured with an arm, feeling incredibly nervy. Did he really want to see the wound Greasepit's misfired rocket had given him via the explosion? He wasn't so sure. "Being half impressed is better than not being impressed at all. Alright."
Harley gently wound back the bandage and pointed a finger at him playfully. "Now stay out of trouble. I'll be right back."
Turning so only the left side of his face was visible, Vinnie answered: "Oh sure thing. I'll just hang out here and spook up some wildlife. Oh boy."
Returning after a minute, Harley leaned forward with something in her hands. "Here we go, hotshot. Flex plate shielding, for vehicle repairs and the occasional macho mouse makeover." She turned the mirror so that it faced Vinnie as the plate melded to the right side of his face.
"Oh yeah!" He was very impressed. "We're talking heavy metal mug here!" They hugged each other and chuckled to themselves.
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Mace appeared without warning and took Harley hostage, holding his laser pistol to her head. "A little nightmare to remember me by, mice," he spat. He cackled evilly as Vinnie whirled and tried to grab him, but the rat was gone. Teleported somewhere.
From the ground, Vinnie shook his head and moaned: "No." He'd just lost his chance to tell Harley how he felt about her. The other Freedom Fighters and what remained of Colonel Scabbard's army platoon stepped up behind him, in shock as well.