Title: If Tears Should Fall
Author: Mandragoran
Rating: R (For violence)
Disclaimer: The Bikermice do not belong to me, they belong to other people other then me...the other mice characters belong to me though...please ask permission before using them...thanks
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The three mice pulled up by the museum and gave a quick glance around.
"Quiet." Modo observed
"Too quiet," Throttle murmured "I don't like it. With the news coverage, Limburger's gota know we'd show up...so where's the welcoming committee?"
An explosion to his right answered his question.
"You plan these things don't you?" Vinnie grinned at him.
The three gunned their bikes, Modo opened his laser cannon and Vinnie and Throttle pulled blasters.
Two goons sped towards them.
"Two??" Vinnie asked increadublsy "I think ole Larry is underestimating us
studly Martian mice again.
The two dune buggies split left and right without even coming close enough for them to shoot at.
"Chickens!!" Vinnie goaded "Bawk-bawk-bawk!"
"Umm...Vin.." Modo pointed to the museum rooftop. There colored in dark shadows a stalker ship waited. "I think these were only the pre-game entertainment."
"Stalkers!" Throttle swerved around in his seat trying to locate them. "But where..."
An acid arrow hit his gun. The sticky slime oozed down the barrel and Throttle threw it to the side to avoid getting the corrosive material on his hand. They heard the whooshing of the hover-boards the Stalkers liked to use and then silence once more.
"Damn it!" Throttle cursed. The two others looked at him and she shrugged. "Sorry."
A net flew at them from out of the darkness and only a well placed laser from Modo saved the chase from ending right then and there.
"We can't see um," Modo griped his one eye looking about frantically. "How can we shoot um?"
"We don't." Throttle said grimly
"Common sweetheart, we ain't just gonna give up are we?"
Throttle shoot his head. "Of course not, but they have a very big advantage over us.. like Modo said if we can't see um, we can't shoot um."
"So?"
"Split up and regroup back at Quigley. We have to think up some other way to get to Limburger. If he's got Stalkers working for him..."
An explosion ripped up the turf in front of him and he swerved to avoid it. He was to close to Modo and he side swiped him. Both bikes swerved out of control and Throttle tumbled to the ground.
Modo managed to stay on his bike but he had trouble keeping it on the road.
"Bro's!" Vinnie yelled.
Throttle looked up squinting, his glasses had fallen off. He tried to get up but his legs were pinned under his bike.
"I love you and everything Darlene' but you've gota go on a diet!" he gritted between his teeth.
Something swirled in front of him and a huge object struck him in the head. The world exploded behind his eyes and everything went dark.
Modo tried to get his bike under control but she was swerving all over the road. Shifting his weight to the side he finally managed to get some semblance that he was in charge of the machine.
He grinned behind his facemask and looked up.
The sound of the metal rod hitting him in the helmet rang through his head. It lifted him off his bike and his tailbone hit the pavement with a crack. His precious machine swung on her side, sliding across ashvalt and turned a complete circle before coming to a stop.
He tumbled heals over head and landed nose down on the pavement. Groaning he moved his metallic arm under his body and shifted his weight to it, to get up. A foot on his back pushed him back to the pavement. He grunted in response and something his him hard between the shoulder blades. He fell to the ground his breath knocked out of his lungs.
"Knock him out, but do not kill him." He heard a Stalker rasp. The butt of a spear hit him in the head and the world went pure black.
Vinnie looked around for his Bro's. "Aww jeez." He moaned. Throttle was laid out, so was Modo. It left him, out her, alone.
He swung his bike to go back and flicked the button on his CB. "Charlie- girl, I sure hope your there, cause I'm in a heap of trouble."
Author: Mandragoran
Rating: R (For violence)
Disclaimer: The Bikermice do not belong to me, they belong to other people other then me...the other mice characters belong to me though...please ask permission before using them...thanks
**************************************************************************** **
The three mice pulled up by the museum and gave a quick glance around.
"Quiet." Modo observed
"Too quiet," Throttle murmured "I don't like it. With the news coverage, Limburger's gota know we'd show up...so where's the welcoming committee?"
An explosion to his right answered his question.
"You plan these things don't you?" Vinnie grinned at him.
The three gunned their bikes, Modo opened his laser cannon and Vinnie and Throttle pulled blasters.
Two goons sped towards them.
"Two??" Vinnie asked increadublsy "I think ole Larry is underestimating us
studly Martian mice again.
The two dune buggies split left and right without even coming close enough for them to shoot at.
"Chickens!!" Vinnie goaded "Bawk-bawk-bawk!"
"Umm...Vin.." Modo pointed to the museum rooftop. There colored in dark shadows a stalker ship waited. "I think these were only the pre-game entertainment."
"Stalkers!" Throttle swerved around in his seat trying to locate them. "But where..."
An acid arrow hit his gun. The sticky slime oozed down the barrel and Throttle threw it to the side to avoid getting the corrosive material on his hand. They heard the whooshing of the hover-boards the Stalkers liked to use and then silence once more.
"Damn it!" Throttle cursed. The two others looked at him and she shrugged. "Sorry."
A net flew at them from out of the darkness and only a well placed laser from Modo saved the chase from ending right then and there.
"We can't see um," Modo griped his one eye looking about frantically. "How can we shoot um?"
"We don't." Throttle said grimly
"Common sweetheart, we ain't just gonna give up are we?"
Throttle shoot his head. "Of course not, but they have a very big advantage over us.. like Modo said if we can't see um, we can't shoot um."
"So?"
"Split up and regroup back at Quigley. We have to think up some other way to get to Limburger. If he's got Stalkers working for him..."
An explosion ripped up the turf in front of him and he swerved to avoid it. He was to close to Modo and he side swiped him. Both bikes swerved out of control and Throttle tumbled to the ground.
Modo managed to stay on his bike but he had trouble keeping it on the road.
"Bro's!" Vinnie yelled.
Throttle looked up squinting, his glasses had fallen off. He tried to get up but his legs were pinned under his bike.
"I love you and everything Darlene' but you've gota go on a diet!" he gritted between his teeth.
Something swirled in front of him and a huge object struck him in the head. The world exploded behind his eyes and everything went dark.
Modo tried to get his bike under control but she was swerving all over the road. Shifting his weight to the side he finally managed to get some semblance that he was in charge of the machine.
He grinned behind his facemask and looked up.
The sound of the metal rod hitting him in the helmet rang through his head. It lifted him off his bike and his tailbone hit the pavement with a crack. His precious machine swung on her side, sliding across ashvalt and turned a complete circle before coming to a stop.
He tumbled heals over head and landed nose down on the pavement. Groaning he moved his metallic arm under his body and shifted his weight to it, to get up. A foot on his back pushed him back to the pavement. He grunted in response and something his him hard between the shoulder blades. He fell to the ground his breath knocked out of his lungs.
"Knock him out, but do not kill him." He heard a Stalker rasp. The butt of a spear hit him in the head and the world went pure black.
Vinnie looked around for his Bro's. "Aww jeez." He moaned. Throttle was laid out, so was Modo. It left him, out her, alone.
He swung his bike to go back and flicked the button on his CB. "Charlie- girl, I sure hope your there, cause I'm in a heap of trouble."