Wow.. I have updated this fic quite often (: ((Re-uploaded 12/10/2006))

Out from Under

Chapter 3

The sceneries zipping by her astonished her. The colours were mostly reddish and she wondered what it would feel like to push her fingers into the sandy like surface of planet Mars.

At first, when they had gone outside the building, she had been afraid to even take a breath. She hadn't been sure if the air, or if there even was air, was breathable. After holding her breath for quite some time, she had taken a shallow intake of Martian air. It in fact was breathable, but it felt colder than Earth air. There was also a strange, prickly smell and it reminded her of the time she had been on the desert and her friend had kicked up some dust.

She was glad the mouse had decided to make her hold him tighter, because the speed they were at made her scared. Her father had brought her a motorcycle as a present when she had turned 20, a blue and orange Aprilia, and she had loved to go out and cruise around. This wasn't cruising though, this was madness! She wondered how fast they were really going..

The other two mice had joined them the minute they were out, and were now close by. The dun mouse was riding a bike that looked like a Harley Davidson, though she could tell it had to be modified. The grey one had more of a chopper like bike. The rescuers, 10 mice or so, had all the same kind of white strange looking bikes.

After half an hour or so she saw a high looking building loom ahead. The mice headed towards it, so she predicted that this place must be some sort of an HQ to the mice. One section of the wall opened up when they closed in, and inside the building they went. A large garage with many different looking bikes was inside the vast area.

Stopping the bike the mouse gave her time to get up from his bike. His friends parked beside him. She was scared and nervous. What would happen now? Yell somewhere above her made her turn her gaze up. There, standing on the rail and watching down at them, was a dark brown mouse. 'This is getting weirder by the minute', she thought. She was also quite sure the yell had been about her.

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She had guessed right.

"Who the heck is the chick?" Stoker yelled as his loyal mice were back once again. He was mad at them for bringing back a woman who clearly wasn't one of them and they knew nothing about.

"Hey, take it easy Coach! She was in a Plutarkian jail with us. Helped us escape" Throttle interfered.

Stoker walked down the stairs to them. He could see the girl's scared expression from her eyes when he came close enough. "So who is she?" he asked when he reached Throttle.

"We don't know because she doesn't speak our language. Only Earths"

Modo came to them from his bike. "You know, I think I can help with this" Everyone gave him a curious glance. "Rimfire likes to watch Earth broadcasts from time to time. I think he knows some words and would be able to help us. Translate what she says and our questions to her"

"Well what are you waiting for bro? Go get him here!" Vinnie shout and grabbed the girl near him, putting his arm around her shoulders, "Soon we'll be able to speak babe!"

The girl gave him a wide-eyed and scared look. "Vin, let her go, you are scaring her" Throttle muttered from his bike.

"Yeah yeah.." regretfully letting go of her he stood a little farther away from her after seeing her expression. He hadn't meant to scare her further.

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She had no idea what the mice were planning, but it certainly looked like it concerned her.. She had a bad feeling about this. Whatever it was.

The white mouse didn't look so dreary as the others did and she took some comfort from that. Although the same mouse in question had just minute ago tried to get near her. She had to confess that he had the good looks when looked closely. 'What the hell am I thinking about?' she thought and shook herself mentally.

It looked like the mice wanted her to follow them. The grey one got on his bike and took of. As to where, she had no idea.

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Walking to a dinner hall of some sorts she cringed at the site greeting her. Mice were sitting on benches around long tables and they were all eating food. All were dressed in a similar way as her 'rescuers' were; brown clothing with different coloured bandannas.

When they entered the loud noise in the hall died down and everyone stared at them walking along the main path. She walked a little more closely beside the white mouse; afraid by the hostile looks the other mice around the tables gave her. She clearly wasn't welcomed here.

The white mouse saw her expression, and gave her a smile of courage. She was glad she was with these guys.. They seemed more laid back than the others did. Though she was pretty sure that if a Martian mouse had been brought to an army facility at Earth, the greetings would have been more icy than here.

Going to a lounge room, at least she thought it was a lounge room, she was directed to sit on a couch of sorts and the white mouse sat with her.

Then the three mice began talking about something she had no clue.. This gave her a chance to observe the mice better. Their clothes were dirty and stitched from here and there, the 24/7-battle mode was clearly written on their faces and they all looked like they could use a weeks rest.

War. They were protecting their homes and families. Just like her father had done when he had invented the shield for Earth. For the very first time she let her mind wonder and her eyelids grew heavier and heavier..