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Homeward Bound.

Chapter 1 It Is Better To Journey Hopefully Than To Arrive.

On the fourth day, he couldn't swallow. Or wouldn't, there wasn't enough light in the pit for Chopper to see his face. She ended up rubbing some of the small amount of water their captors gave them around his lips and hoping he could still lick it off.

"How long?" she hadn't heard Throttle come up behind her, but turning she could just make out his glasses. Maybe it was surprise that made her answer honestly,

"Two days, maybe less." Throttle nodded.

"If he can't take it tomorrow, stop trying."

Chopper opened her mouth to protest, but stopped. There was no argument really. They needed the food. Carbine was pregnant, and the others were severely malnourished.

She moved over to Vinnie. His forehead was warm, and his chest sounded bad. All she could do was pray that it was not Camp fever. If it was he was doomed, and she didn't think she could bear to tell Throttle that one of his bros was...

She didn't realise she was shaking until she felt Rimfire's arms around her.

"It's O.K." he muttered.

She shook her head, burying it in to his fur.

"We're still alive and we're still fighting." He said, equally softly. "If nothing else it's a start."

She nodded and gently stepped apart from him, just as Modo voice exclaimed from somewhere in the darkness,

"What the...?"

Two seconds later all 8 of the pits occupants were thrown against the wall.

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Charley groaned and used her entire vocabulary of curses up against the truck driver. The guy had run a red light, and sent her flying, completely creaming her bike.

As she tried to get to her feet, a bolt of pain, shot up from her leg and down from her head, and she fell back.

She decided that she must have been hit harder than she thought, as she could have sworn that she saw 8 huge mice, dragging them out of the back of the ruined truck.

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"Everyone still alive?" Throttle asked, his voice shaking, as he leant over to help Carbine up.

"Yeah," Vinnie said, not much better off than his bro. "Modo, how're about you?"

"I'm fine," he said softly. Chopper and Rimfire both reported in unharmed and a soft moan from Stroker confirmed he was still alive. Glancing around Chopper quickly located Brake and Rimmer, the two children who'd been with them.

"Not hurt, just shaken." She said, after checking them over.

Throttle nodded. "We should get to cover. Don't know whether it was a road side or...?"

Chopper however interrupted, "Now that we know everyone's O.K., where are we?"

The mice all looked around. The place was like nothing they'd ever seen. Huge grey buildings towered over them, under a blue sky, which was definitely not Martian.

"Brimstone?" Rimfire suggested uncertainly.

"Brimstone never looked like this, even in its heyday."Stoker gasped out, having evidently gained some strength from adenine.

"Doesn't matter where are!" Carbine said. "Throttle's right. We should get to..."

A soft groan made them all spin around.

"What by the great mouse name is that?" chopper asked.

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O.K. now she knew she'd hit her head harder than she meant to. Because otherwise there was a dirty white mouse with pink eyes bending over her. Half his face was hidden by a metal mask and he had antenna.

"Vinnie!" a high pitched voice called, and another mouse, a female she thought ran over. She was slightly smaller than the other one, and a dirty reddish colour. She also seemed to be missing half of her right ear. The two mice seemed to be having a conversation she couldn't understand. Well she said conversation, but argument would be more accurate.

"Throttle!" the female was calling for back up. Suddenly other mice swan into view. They quickly joined in the argument.

O.k. enough was enough. She needs to get out of here quickly. As she again tried to rise, the reddish female placed her hand on her chest forcing her back.

Charley couldn't understand the words, but the argument was clear. Lie still.

Another of them, a huge brown rat like thing, seemed to be in a great deal of pain, yanked off a filthy jacket he was wearing, and spread it over her.

"Stoker!" the female began, frustrated, but the others were following suit. With a sigh, the female held out her hands and, taking two belts like structures from the white mouse, proceeded to bind Charley injured leg, to the uninjured one.



O.K. if this was a hallucination, it felt horrible real.

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"Martians! Honest to god Martians!" the ambulance crew were apparently as surprised as Charley at the police statement.

"What were they doing here?" Charley asked, as she was lifted into the ambulance.

"They're been moved." The policeman answered. "The invaders, Plutarkains, have been moving them in their thousands." He shrugged "no one is sure why."
"What'll happen to them?" asked Charley, watching as the mice were shepherded into the police car.

"They'll be taken to a refugee facility." The ambulance said reassuringly. "They'll be quite safe."

Charley nodded, as she was lifted into the ambulance.