Over the following few days, Limburger's plan was slowly, but surely, coming to fear-striking fruition. A fertiliser bomb, capable of leveling half a city block had, by courtesy of Karbunkle, been lovingly created and incorporated into a semi-trailer. The truck was to be controlled remotely, as Limburger was unable to find a goon willing to play the role of suicide bomber. A convincingly human looking dummy was, instead, placed in the trucks cabin so as not to draw attention to a driverless truck.
Much to Limburgers disgust, he was forced to hire a Catatonian shape-shifter in order to film the videos claiming responsibility for the attack that would be sent to each of the opposing authorities after the event.
From what Jesse had gathered from Limburgers fussing in the face of the Shape-Shifters impending arrival, there was a long running grudge between Plutarkians and Catatonians, and Limburger felt incredibly uncomfortable with the arrangement and requested Jesse be armed for the event. However, all went off without a hitch and Limburger relished in the temporary role of director; barking orders and strutting about in puffy pants, but always with Jesse close to his side.
The Catatonian was a slight, cat-like woman who, for the first film took the convincing form of the American President and spoke coldly down the lens of the camera, taking responsibility to the attacks and promising more. For the second of the films she took the form of a terrorist leader that the U.S authorities had failed to capture since the beginning of the war, the script was basically the same as the first film and again, as Jesse watched, was just as convincing.
Once all was filmed, the Catatonian woman was paid and left, but not before hissing threateningly at Limburger, who stifled a scream.
All week Jesse had been arriving early to Limburger Tower and leaving late, she utilised the time to sabotage Limburgers defenses in ways that could not be readily detected. In the silent darkness she would loosen nuts on vehicles, fiddle with fuses, tamper with weapons and she even introduced the flu to Limburgers goon squad. If all went well, the day of the assault nearly half of Limburgers defenses would be out of order and her offensive, alongside the Biker Mice, would be a walk in the park.
She had left it to the night before to inform her allies of limburgers intention, lest they blow her cover and Limburgers changes his plans. So, as she had on the night she introduced herself, she was once again sneaking into the scoreboard, but this time she was armed.
She carried a case of root beer, she figured the way to a mouse's heart as the same as a man's. And with considerably more difficultly than the first time, due either to weight and awkwardness of the root beer, or the lack of a proper work out since arriving in Chicago finally taking its toll, she entered the scoreboard.
No one was home.
Where on Earth, literally, could three giant mice hang out on a Sunday night? Jesse thought to herself. Never mind, she was trained to adapt. Nothing in urban warfare should ever be expected to go to plan, that's why she never made plans. She just reduced the probability of thing going badly, hence the hours she spent in stealth during this past week, sabotaging her enemy's defenses.
She placed the case of root beer in the centre of the table they had sat at ten days earlier, and after searching the place for a pen and paper, she left a note:
Hey Dudes,
Dropped in to say hi, but it looks like I missed ya!
No bother, we'll catch up tomorrow.
Word is some stink-fish is planning on bombing the peace talks.
See you there.
Yours faithfully,
WC
She attached the note to the case of root beer and left. It was the best she could do short of searching all of Chicago until she found them, and with a fight looming, she wanted to prepare herself as much as possible, which meant a night of concentration, centering herself and meditation. Also, as a precaution, she was checking out of her motel.
