It was not looking good for Modo. Vinnie would survive, and be fine. Charlie and Throttle had gotten them back to the Garage without incident. Modo was put into Charlie's bed, he was the worst of the two, and Vinnie was put on the couch.

"This is just great." Throttle sighed looking down at Vinnie. He was completely frustrated with everything that had just gone down. He could do nothing. That's what bothered him the most.

"Actually he's not that bad, his ankle is dislocated from his foot. It just needs to be reset, it'll be sore for a while but he should be good to go in a few days." Charlie sighed. "Modo on the other hand I don't know how extensive the damage is, he could have a serious head injury I just don't know, I'm not a doctor."

"I know Charlie girl." Throttle turned and looked out the office window to the bikes sitting in the garage. "I just wish there was a way for me to see what they saw." His bike was rolling it's tires.

"Wait a second." She stood by him and pointed back to Vinnie. "Doesn't this vain mouse keep a camera in his bike?" Throttle turned around and Faced her.

"You know what." He turned "You're right... Let's just hope he was taking pictures." Throttle turned and walked into the garage and straight for Vinnie's girl, she rolled back. "If you want Vincent back you need to fork over that camera Doll." The motorcycle complied and from a small compartment on the front right of the Motorcycle a camera emerged. Throttle twisted it and spun it off of the thread that held it in place. Exactly like photographers used to keep cameras on tripods.

Throttle walked back into Charlie's office. "Let's get your computer running and see what we can get off of this memory card."

"I...I wanna ...hot dog." Throttle turned and Vinnie was curling up into a ball. "Ow ow ow." Charlie was over to him in a flash.

"Lay back you are in no condition." She looked at Throttle and he nodded. "Take a drink of this." Vinnie moved forward and took a drink of the small glass Charlie held.

"Oh... it so... gross." He was asleep again. Throttle and Charlie had decided it was best to keep the two sedated for now, until all of their injuries could be determined.

"He needs the rest anyway." Throttle sighed, and rolled his chair back around to the computer screen.. "Lets do this." He placed the Memory card in the reader and pulled open the files. "Great.. there's a bunch of Vincent's face, that's just what I wanted... he combed through the folder "... Charlie girl come look at this..." He pointed at the screen. "What does that look like to you?"

"The big Cheese's Snow Sucker, but that can't be." Charlie looked closer.

"Do you think?" He sighed and lay back in the chair. "There's not an inch of snow out there, and the Big Cheese has not been seen in years, what could he want with all that?" his eyes were heavy.

"Hey." Charlie walked up behind him and reached over his shoulders. "It's getting late, you can worry about the big robot in the morning, all is quiet, we haven't heard a peep, and like you said; you're no match for it by yourself. Get some rest."

"Where are you gonna sleep babe?" Throttle looked up at her.

"On the Love seat."

"Ok, I'll sleep in the recliner, not like I haven't before." He sighed eyes fixed on the photograph.

"I'm gonna change and check on Modo." Throttle motioned his hand to her. She gave him a quick hug around his neck. Turning to the ladder that leads to the loft above the garage, she sighed and started to climb.

When she came back down she saw Throttle in the garage, he was moving the bikes and just taking a look at some of the damage done. She smiled and knew he would be inside in a bit. His frustration was so evident, you could cut it with a knife.

The Daylight broke over Chicago. Charlie rolled over on the love seat and woke with a yawn. She looked over at Vinnie, he had not moved. The Recliner was empty. She assumed he had just gotten up before her. She stood walking into the Garage to see Throttle covered in grease getting Vinnie's bike finished. Modo's looked like new already.

"Been in here all night?" She crossed her arms at him.

Startled he sat straight up in the handle bars of Vinnie's bike. "Ow." He looked up and rubbed his head. "Sorry Charlie girl."

"You need to go get some sleep." She insisted.

"No can do Charlie, I have to finish my work on the girls." He smiled and leaned back down to tighten the fuel line.

"I can do it." She leaned down and took the socket wrench from his hand. "You on the other hand; need to get some sleep." He nodded taking off his shades and closing his eyes, using his vest to wipe the dirt from the green frames. He stood and returned his green glasses to their place upon his eyes.

"All right," Throttle sighed

"Did you get to your bike yet?" she smiled and reached up wiping the grease out of his fur.

"No," his tail was twitching.

"I'll take care of it... get some rest.' She leaned up and kissed his cheek.

"Charlie... " He turned and kissed her. It was a small short kiss, on the lips. Nothing more was said when the two parted, he kissed her forehead and turned back into the office. Pulling the door closed behind him.

"I'm gonna tell Carbine on you." Vinnie smiled at him.

"Bro, you need to rest, and I'm sure the General doesn't care, she told me she didn't." Throttle plopped down in the recliner chair next to him. Vinnie could see Throttle was hurting because Carbine had left him, but what he couldn't see was Throttle rolling his eyes. "Don't you need to be resting?" he pointed out.

"It's ok bro... I just can't move, it hurts, but only when I move." Vinnie was still laying on his back but he was holding the end of his tail in his hands.

"I need to sleep, you can turn the TV on if you want, but we have to have a serious talk about what happened yesterday." He was so tired now "After I count some small woolly critters."

"Ah sheep." Vinnie smiled.

"I wish it hurt you to talk Vencenzo, then my headach could go away." Throttle laughed at him, and closed his eyes laying back in the recliner. His tail swished along the edge of the rug.

"Funny." Vinnie reached up grabbing the remote off of the back of the couch. Throttle was fast asleep, too tired to even need to try to get to sleep, it just over came him. Vinnie turned on the TV; He turned on the closed captioning and muted it. The football game was on and if he was stuck on the couch all day, it was what he wanted to do.

Charlie opened the door to the office, she had just looked over Throttle's work but wanted to get into some work clothes before actually finishing what he started. She looked over at Vinnie. "Hey." She whispered quietly to him.

"Hi sweetheart." He smiled in a whisper.

"Feeling better?"

"I don't hurt." He sighed staying still "As much."

"We gave you pain killers last night." She smiled and took his hand.

"How is Modo?" Vinnie's eyes were more than selfless.

"I am going to check on him now." She pat Vinnie's shoulder gently "Rest."

"Can I still watch TV?" he pointed at the ball game he had on mute.

"Sure as long as you don't wake up Throttle." She smiled and turned. She headed for her Loft.

She could hear his breathing. After a quick change of clothes, she was at his side. She pulled her Hair back and tied it aimlessly with a rag. She sat beside him. "Oh Modo."

"Ch... Charlie Ma'am?" his mechanical arm reached up and grabbed his head.

"hey.." she smiled. "Don't move you need to stay in bed."

"What happoned?" Her eyes were soft.

"It's ok, you and Vinnie came up against something Massive, and it took you both out." She looked over at the bandages on his many cuts. "You'll be ok though." She smiled and took his hand in hers.

"Thank you Charlie girl." She smiled down at him.

"I'll bring you some water. Lay still." Modo couldn't remember the last time he felt so happy to see her.

The day was a long one, Throttle slept for about four hours before he got up and vanished. Charlie thought he needed more rest but she wouldn't push it. Vinnie had moved to the recliner to sit up for once and put his leg up. Charlie had taped the last 5 inches of his tail to a wooden ruler to keep it still. He had broken the very tip of it. To keep it from geting smashed or stepped on, he had it laying in his lap.

Modo was reading, or trying to. Charlie had brought him up a stacks of the Motorcycle club of America. He was laying back on a few pillows flipping through them.

Charlie had returned downstairs to see how Vinnie and Throttle were doing. "Where is Throttle?" She looked beyond Vinnie in the recliner; at the back door ajar. "Great." Charlie went outside and stood looking into the alley. She could not have any idea where he'd gone, she didn't think far, he had not taken his bike. The only other way to go was up to the fire escape. "What's he doing on the roof?" Throttle was not the loner type, especially just to run off and leave them and not tell them. Even if it was just on the roof.

"Throttle?" She had climbed up to the roof.

He was sitting on the edge of the roof legs draped over and planted on the L of the Last Chance garage sign. He didn't turn to her.

She walked forward and stood behind him. He had not noticed her. Not once. She was shocked that he was sitting there alone, and of all things smoking.

"Throttle, what is all this about?" he heard that.

"Hi there..." he didn't look at her, just down at the cigarette. He stayed pretty quiet.

"What is that?"

"I didn't ever want you to see this." He shook his head. "I appologise I'm just stressed out, Modo and Vincent are hurt."

"Don't defend your smoking, I know you're upset but... "

"I'm not defending my smoking," he blurted out. "I was defending my depression." He pulled his legs up and turned pushing the cigarette into a glass root beer bottle he'd had on the roof for months.

"Getting yourself all upset will not make Vinnie or Modo better." Charlie crossed her arms.

"I understand that Charlene..." he'd gotten upset. "And loving you won't make Carbine come back either." He had said it in a rage. Charlie was abit taken back by the statement. She looked down scratching her head to come up with something to say, but when she looked up he had vanished.