"That sounds like Lady." Throttle said as he hung up the phone. His ears twitched as he heard the loud almost panicked blare of his bikes alarm mixed in with Lil' Hoss and Vinny's bike. Vinny straitened his spine and moved over to the window and moved the curtains aside and peeked out at their bikes. All of which were laying on their sides, their handle bars tangled together.
"Fuck, our bikes have been knocked over." Vinny said as he turned away from the window and started to cross the room. Throttle looked at Modo and motioned for him to put Charlie down and go with Vinny to check on their bikes since they had no way of knowing what had caused their babies to fall over and start making a fuss.
Modo stood up with Charlie still cradled in his arms and gently set her down in the chair that he had been sitting in and ran out of the room to see if his bike was okay. Leaving Throttle in the room to guard Charlie just in case.
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Shara managed to pick the lock on the back door with ease and had slipped into Charlie's apartment and hidden herself in her cousin's bedroom to wait and nearly laughed when two large men all but ran out of the living room and down the hall to the front door.
Which meant that their friend; lucky number three, must be in the living room with Charlie.
Not a problem. She'd knock his ass out and grab her girl and get out before they knew what hit them.
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Throttle stood at the window watching his bros fuss over their bikes and frowned when he noted the anger and frustration in their body language. Something must have damaged their bikes. Or maybe someone would be more accurate.
He glanced over his shoulder at Charlie and noted that she hadn't moved from where Modo had put her.
He looked back out the window and closed his eyes for a second and focused his mind on certain things. The sounds of the apartment. The soft drip of the leaky faucet in the bathroom, the creak of the floor under his feet when he shifted his weight from foot to foot.
Then there was the nearly silent and stealthy movements that he could hear behind him-
His eyes opened and he remained perfectly still, waiting for the attack that he could sense was coming. He kept his tail down and out of sight, coiling it around one of his legs to keep it from being seen just in case he needed an ace in the hole and dropped his hands to his sides and turned when the coffee table was kicked across the floor at his legs. And side stepped it as it crashed into the wall where he had been standing.
And was about to rush the person standing there and stopped cold when he saw that the person who terrified Charlie, had his favorite human in his grasp.
Throttle made a low growling sound as his eyes flickered to Charlie. She looked pale, and wide eyed but other wise fine. Which was why this guy in front of him was still breathing right now.
Well, that and the fact that Throttle had yet to get his hands on the son of a bitch.
He narrowed his eyes behind his shades and stared at the guy, sizing him up. He wore a helmet, making it hard to see anything of his face.
He was about five foot six. A lot smaller than Throttle's impressive six foot eight.
He was wearing a baggy leather jacket, and skin tight black jeans. The baggy jacket made it hard to determine his weight and build, but if his legs were anything to go by, the guy was lean with very little muscle to make this a very long or interesting fight. Which meant that he must be smart.
Or at least gave the impression that he was to the martian.
Because if he was smart then he wouldn't engage in a fight that could mess him up. He wouldn't chance it if he had come for Charlie. No, he was much more likely to make a threat knowing that Throttle wouldn't know enough about him to know if he was bluffing or not.
Which mean that he was probably banking on the hope that Charlie hadn't mentioned that they were friends. Well too bad there- Throttle thought as he unwound his tail from around his leg and let it thrash behind him in irritation.
Shara couldn't believe her eyes. In all her life she had only seen one person who had looked like the man in front of her. And that person had been her late mother.
She felt a shiver work it's way down her spine and glanced at Charlie out of the corner of her eye and thought. Dear god this is awkward. She had stupidly walked into this familiar place wanting to pick a fight, and had blindly and foolishly pissed off one of the males of her alien race.
She was under no illusions. She was probably going to die for this.
"Psst. Charlie. Act like I have a gun pressed against your back." Shara hissed at her cousin. Charlie must have heard her as she shifted her hold on her. She stiffened and then squeaked and looked very afraid.
Something that obviously pissed the male off even more if the mad thrashing of his tail was any indication at all.
Again. She was under no illusions. She was probably going to die for this...
"Let Charlie go asshole-" The male growled at her and she felt the insane need to laugh hysterically and say something along the lines of, 'It speaks!' But instead said.
"I wish I could..." But she was smart enough to know that if she did and Charlie moved away from her the male would kill her before he realized that she wasn't really a threat. Well okay, that was sort of a lie. She was a threat, just not a conventional one. And certainly not a very big one to someone like the alien glaring at her.
She could see the big guys fingers flexing, opening and closing with his barely suppressed need to rip her head off. "Oh my frigging god Charlie- Why didn't you warn me about this guy?" Shara hissed at her cousin as she took a cautious step back, pulling Charlie with her and stopped when she heard the heavy sound of two pairs of feet.
C-r-a-p.
The other two were coming back. Charlie made a humming sound. Knowing that Vinny and Modo would be right behind them in a second and she was probably going to get yelled at if Shara survived this. Especially since she hadn't warned her little cousin about the other two guys.
But then, Shara should have known that the other two would be back soon. So why hadn't they left yet? "Throttle! Some sorry bastard slit our front tires with a knife then kicked the bikes over!"
Throttle growled loudly as his tail thrashed around a little more and he called out. "I know!" Because he was looking at the 'sorry bastard'.
He heard Vinny and Modo muttering and swearing as they walked towards the living room and cast a look of sadistic glee at the guy holding onto Charlie. It wouldn't be much longer and the fucker would be trapped.
Shara rolled her eyes behind her visor and sighed then growled. "Three alien males. Really Charlie?"
"Don't blame me for this." Charlie said in a hushed tone.
"But I am blaming you for this. I'm blaming you for all of it. Don't you think you should have told me about this shit? Maybe warned me not to piss the huge alien man and his buddies off." Shara growled, her voice raising a little bit in irritation, enough for Throttle to pick up what she was saying as Vinny and Modo finally showed up and paused in the hall way just outside the living room with shocked looks on their faces before they took up a sort of formation on either side of the door behind her and drew their weapons.
"Who's this joker?" Vinny asked curiously.
"He the punk that messed with our bikes."
"He's the dead man with his hands on Charlie girl." Throttle growled as his shades slipped down his nose a little bit, revealing angry scarlet eyes.
Shara had to fight the urge to throw her hands in the air and surrender. Honestly, what the hell was she supposed to do now? If she fought them, she'd probably lose a limb or two before they killed her.
And she probably wouldn't do much damage to them at all considering her size and build. Damn dad for not wanting a son. Shara thought darkly as she made a frustrated sound and let go of her cousin and quickly pushed her out of the way and braced herself as the male in front of her charged forward as his white friend grabbed her cousin and jerked her out of harms way as 'Throttle?' tackled her.
