Chapter 9: Crash, Bang, Boom

As they rode toward the Limburger Tower, Throttle could feel someone watching them and could hear that same bike. Taking a quick glance around, he saw nothing. He felt as though maybe his lack of sleep was allowing his imagination to run wild, but that couldn't be right. He had spent many a night without sleep and was still able to maintain his mental facilities the next day.

As they approached the tower, Vinnie spotted an odd looking motorcycle parked in front of the building. It was a massive, older model, black and chrome Harley Davidson that was kept in pristine condition. It was obvious someone loved their bike just as much as the furry heroes loved theirs.

"Hey guys! Check out the bike" Vinnie said as they stopped next to the bike.

"That looks like the one from last night. But where's the rider?" Throttle asked, confused as to why someone with an awesome looking bike would want to work for Limburger. Most of his goons could have given a shit less about their mode of transportation or even taking care of it. This guy obviously was a polar opposite. He just didn't fit in with the rest of the crowd that Limburger had.

"Vin, snap a pic for Charley and then we head on in and see what the big Cheese is up to" Throttle ordered. For a change of pace, Vinnie did exactly what Throttle had said without complaint.

"Do we get to blow things up?" Vinnie excitedly inquired as he snapped a picture on the unusual bike. Even he had to admit that the bike looked very out of place at the tower. But, the way he had figured was that anyone who associated with Limburger was bad news and bad news always had to be removed.

"Of course we do" Modo chuckled as he gave Vinnie a hard pat on the back before heading into the tower.

"Vin, go set some charges at the base of the tower. Make it a big boom. Modo and I will crash into the Big Cheese's office and see what we can bang up" Throttle said as he revved up his motor. Modo followed suit.

"Got it. Meet you up there" Vinnie agreed with much enthusiasm about blowing up another one of Limburger's building.

Throttle gave a thumbs up to Vinnie for his support.

"Front or back?" Throttle asked Modo.

"Gotta make grand entrance" Modo suggested.

"Back door it is" Throttle chuckled as they both agreed to drive up the side of Limburger's newly remodeled tower and leave as much damage and destruction as they possibly could.

After breaking through the glass window that led to his office, they found Limburger and the mystery biker there, with his arms crossed. The biker turned to look at them through his helmet and shrugged his shoulders with indifference.

Throttle was surprised by the fact that the rider was almost as tall as himself and just slightly leaner than him as well. He wore a set of pistols on his hips and his waist length black and silver hair was neatly braided down his back. Unlike many of Limburger's other goons, this guy obviously didn't like being dirty. He also had an air of confidence about himself that the other lackey's lacked.

"Alright Stink Fish. Where's the pics?" Throttle asked, at this point he wasn't overly concerned with the other biker. As far as Throttle was concerned, the biker wasn't acting like a threat so he wasn't going to treat him as such, but they all knew that could change in an instant.

"I have no idea what you are talking about, fur-ball" Limburger did his best interpretation of honesty as he clasped his hands on top of his desk and leaned forward.

"I doubt that" Throttle said.

"Yo bro! Nothing here" Vinnie said as came through the same broken window to join his buddies.

"That was quick" Modo chuckled.

"You won't find them here" the mystery biker said.

"How do you know?" Throttle inquired. It caught him off guard that the biker would actually speak to them. His voice was deeper sounding than Modo's and he spoke slowly with a sureness that he had never heard before.

"Not your concern" the biker said as he made his way to the broken window, glass pieces tinkling and cracking under the weight of his heavy motorcycle boots.

"Well, you may feel that way but the guys and I feel very differently"Throttle said as he closely examined the rider's movements.

"Another time, perhaps" the rider said as he jumped out the window.

"Dammit!" Vinnie exclaimed as he looked out the window and saw that the rider was already on the ground and on his bike.

"Look at this. High tech anchoring equipment" Vinnie stated as pointed to a four prong anchor with a line attached to it.

"Who is he?" Throttle asked Limburger as he grasped the fat well-dressed Plutarkian by the collar.

"You're guess is as good as mine" as he attempted to remove Throttle's hand from around his new suit.

"Not a good answer. Let's go. We need to catch up to him" Throttle released the smelly fat-man and joined Vinnie by the window. The biker was already gone and no trail was left behind.

"We'll be back" Throttle said as he heard the bombs start exploding underneath the tower.

"Gotta go" Vinnie exclaimed as he and his bike jumped out the window.

Throttle gave a peace sign to Modo and they both leaped from the collapsing building with their bikes.

"That didn't go as planned" Modo chuckled as they made their way back to the garage.

"Vinnie's plan was the only one on point" Throttle grimaced as he thought about how many times they were going to have to listen to him brag about himself. Even worse, Charley was going to have to hear it to.

"Ugh! Poor Charley-ma'am" Modo lamented as he knew what was going to happen next.

"Got that right" Throttle agreed as they found themselves catching up to Vinnie.

"Let's get some grub" Throttle tried to maintain a calm disposition in front of Vinnie just for Charley's sake. He knew she wasn't going to be happy with listening to Vinnie's wild and crazy story about how he's the baddest biker this side of the Milky Way Galaxy. Even worse, they were never going to hear the end of how good he was.

Right now, the only thing that Throttle cared about was if Charley had done any research on their problem and food. He was hungry. Not only for something to eat but for Charley as well. No female had ever left him wanting more, not even Carbine had given him this giddy feeling. Think of something else. Soft skin and elegant curves could wait.

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