Chapter two
Modo searched the crash sight him self with Charley although she had already searched it, he wanted to be sure. The fire that had consumed the ship and melted every thing, it no longer resembled a ship of any sort it was just a hunk of burnt up junk. There was no sign any where of the other two mice, Modo was getting anxious he knew his bro's could look after them selves but with out his memories he had no clue how the ship had crashed and if Throttle and Vinnie had been on the ship with him when it had. Charley had filled in as much as she knew but Modo already knew what she had told him. Modo remembered going with his bro's to face Limburger, once again he had come after them through Charley and the Mice had, had enough. Throttle was the one who blew his top for once, the always 'cool customer' had been the angriest, which nether of his bro's expected, Vinnie was the hot head but compared to Throttle he was nothing.
All three Mice were determined more than ever to put an end to the stink fish's plans. Modo didn't know how the fight had gone even though Charley had ensured him they won. Not being able to remember was a new thing for Modo, he had a good memory mostly. The new gapes and blanks in his memory regarding his bros, set a sense of panic off inside him which he was trying very hard to control. The communicator beeped making both the sleeping Charley and the pacing Modo jump. Charley moved to it at the same time as Modo she got there first. Stoker's dark Tan head appeared on the screen, he looked frustrated. Carbines loud, fading voice came from the back ground, telling both of them why Stoker looked like he was going to kill some one. "Hello beautiful" "hi Stoker, is every thing alright?" "Yeah you know the usual Carbine temper tantrum. Has there been any sign of them?" "No, but Modo's awake now" "that's some thing at least, can I talk to him?" Charley nodded and stood up letting the giant grey mouse ease into the wooden chair. "How are you feeling big guy?"
Rimfire, Modo's acrobatic Nephew appeared on the right of the screen a far distance away from the screen but it was easy to tell who it was the brown hair with the orange stripe running through the centre gave him away. "I'm…fine, having some memory problems though" "its ok big fella your memory will come back when it's ready" "do you have idea where my bro's are?" "no where still trying to find them, don't worry we will" "I know" "hey gorgeous did you find any thing in the wreckage that could help us out?" Stoker asked as he turned his attention back to Charley who was stood behind Modo with her hands resting reassuringly on his shoulders. "No just Modo and the Bikes, well what was left of the bikes any way" "what do you mean?" Stoker asked "the bikes had been blasted into peaces" Charley said Modo was more worried now than he had been before, there bike where as strong as there drivers, if some thing was powerful enough to blast the bikes his bro's were in serious trouble.