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Rimfire is still weak from his time as prisoner. He tried to fight back, but wasn't strong enough. That made him an easy target.

Chapter thirteen

"We are going to Plutark, right?", Vinnie asked, pacing through the scoreboard. Modo was sitting on couch, staring at the floor. The bro's had just told the girls what had happened.
Throttle nodded. "Yeah, we are. Of course we are. But we need to make sure that Mozz is not gonna find out we are…"
There was a silence. Everybody was deep in thoughts. Suddenly, Vinnie snapped with his fingers.
"The human trafficking. We can use it to get to Plutark. Undercover as a prisoner."
Throttle stared at him. "Eh, yeah… You just keep surprising me, Vincent. That really is a good idea!"
Vinnie grinned arrogant. But on the inside he felt confused. He just didn't knew why everybody kept thinking he was some kind of dumb idiot. He did have brains you know. And he sure knew how to use them. He just didn't like it.
"We need to use Deep Pocket. The guard told me they get orders from him. The guards have no idea who they are working for. If we somehow can find out how Deep Pocket is giving orders… So we can give the guards orders to grab three mice… and viola. We are prisoners. And Mozz is never gonna find out we are…", Vinnie was more talking to himself than to the rest, but they all were listening.
Carbine smiled. "I am gonna call Jake again", and she climbed up to the roof.
It didn't took long before she came back.
"Alright, guys. Jake is looking into Deep Pocket. He is gonna call me back when he knows something. The plan is that he is gonna come here to Earth when Harley and Mikey are on Coelum. He is gonna return the ship to us. He will be here probably tomorrow in the evening."
Throttle nodded. "That's great. We sure can use his help over here."
They waited till Jake called back. Thankfully, that didn't took long.
"Carbine? Jake here, over."
Carbine grabbed the radio.
"Jake! Tell us what you know, over."
"I found out that Deep Pocket is giving orders by computer. All the guards have a phone where they receive the orders on. I can hack into the system and spread a message that there are three Martian Mice on Earth and that the big boss wants them prisoned. We give them a place and time and when they grab you, you guys are in, over."
"Great idea Jake. Let's get this plan in motion when you are here, okay? We will see you tomorrow, over."
"Alright, see you tomorrow. Over and out."
"Tomorrow? Helloooo? We can't wait that long!", Vinnie whined. How was he gonna survive that?
Carbine sighed. "We don't have a choice, Vinnie. We need to think this through. And we need Jake for it."
"And what was that with 'three Martian Mice'? What about us?", Violet asked worried.
Throttle looked at her. "You girls are gonna stay here."
"What? No way! What if you guys don't come back?", Violet yelled, suddenly overwhelmed by panic because of the thought of losing Vinnie.
Vinnie swung an arm around her shoulders.
"Don't sweat it, babe. We will be back. We always do. But this is hero work for us macho muscled mice. No girls allowed, sorry."
Violet looked annoyed. "Right. Silly me. Like we can't take care of ourselves… Oh, what a joy to live in the shadows of the Biker Mice From Mars..."
Throttle sighed. "We know you can take care of yourselves. But we need you here. In case something goes wrong. We are not gonna leave Earth unsupervised."
Violet gritted her teeth, but Vinnie pulled her in his arms.
"My sexy, feisty wife. It will be alright. Nobody can tear us apart. Not even death…" Vinnie frowned. "Okay, that sounded way too dramatic and very cheesy, but hey, you get the point, right?"
Violet buried her face against his chest and smelled up his scent. "Yeah, yeah. I know. I just don't want to lose you…"
Vinnie cupped her head in his hands. "You are not gonna lose me. Pinky swear", and he offered his pink.
Violet grabbed it with her pink.
"Fine. Dealio."
Modo was still awfully quiet. Gaya was sitting next to him.
"Modo, sweetie. It will be okay. You will get him back. I just know you do."
Modo nodded. "You bet I will."

Finally, after a long wait, Jake arrived at the board. They all greeted him warmly and they sat down in the small kitchen to talk about the mission.
Throttle took the word.
"So, when we are caught, we keep a low profile. We use our cover to find out more about this human trafficking. Once we are there, we will cooperate until we know where they are keeping Dani and Rimfire. Their lives are at risk if we make a mistake."
Jake nodded. "I brought a small computer with me, you can hide it in your shoe or something. But that gives us the chance to communicate. So if you need us, or there is something that has to be done, you can reach us."
"Great!"
Vinnie rubbed his chin. "And what about the bikes?"
There was a short silence.
"We can't take them with us. No, this is gonna be a mission on foot", Throttle answered, knowing this was not the answer Vinnie was hoping for.
"Ah man…", Vinnie pouted. Modo didn't liked it either. But Throttle was right.
"Maybe we can find a way to get the bikes to Plutark when you guys are already there. But time will tell", Jake said.
"Tomorrow, we are gonna start phase one of the plan, and that is getting caught. The guards don't know who we are, so we are gonna keep it that way. No fighting. No explosives. No, let's pretend we are just three dumb and weak mice who are absolutely no threat. We don't want that Mozz is gonna find out about this."
"Dumb? Weak? And absolutely no threat? Ugh, come on! Who do you think I am?", Vinnie protested. Throttle pointed his finger at him.
"Listen, Vincent. This time you are gonna do as I say. So, no fights, no heroic stunts and no wiseguy talk. Otherwise, you blow up our cover. You think you can do that?"
Vinnie looked like he was gonna explode, but he managed to stay calm.
"Okay. Okay. No problem..."
"Good. You will get your chance, bikers honour."
Vinnie nodded.
Modo took the word. "And what about weapons? Can we take them with us?"
Throttle shook his head. "Nope. That is too risky."
Vinnie stared at him. "So, you're telling me that we are gonna go to the home of our biggest enemy, without bikes and weapons? What makes the chance that they are gonna kill us even bigger?"
"Eh, yeah, that's basically it..."
Vinnie smiled. "Cool!"
Modo raised his bionic arm. "We always have this one. So, we are not completely helpless."
"I say, let's go to sleep. We need to be on our best tomorrow", Throttle suggested. Everybody agreed.
Vinnie was looking at Violet. This was gonna be their last night together for a while. And they had absolutely no privacy, since everybody was sleeping in the same room. Hmmm… He decided to play along, and when everybody was asleep, he would take her to the roof. Yep. See, he sure knew how to use his brains.

After a while, everybody was lying in bed and sleeping like babies. Vinnie grabbed Violet and dragged her out of his hammock. She wanted to protest, but Vinnie quickly shook his head and pointed at the others. They climbed up to the roof.
"So, a little bit more privacy..", Vinnie said softly with a low voice while pulling her in his arms. Violet looked up at him and bit on her lower lip.
"Great idea, hotshot", she said, also with a low voice. Vinnie growled and pressed his lips on hers. She kissed him back eagerly. Normally, he was in charge when they had sex. Now it was her turn. She ripped his clothes off and pushed him on the ground. She climbed on top of him and quickly took off her own clothes. She looked into his ruby, red eyes and he looked appreciatively back at her.
"This time, I am the boss", Violet whispered in his ear and bit softly in his neck.
Vinnie moaned softly. "Okay, fine by me. Show me what you got, pretty lady", he whispered back.
And that was all the encouragement Violet needed.

After, Violet was lying in Vinnie's arm on the ground and they were looking at the stars. Vinnie had a satisfied smile on his face.
"Really, sweetheart. I like it when you are so bossy. A real turn on…" and he winked at her. She smiled too, but then it vanished.
"I'm scared, Vin. Scared that you don't come back... ", she whispered. Vinnie lifted his head and looked at her.
"Vi. My sweet Vi. I will come back. You know I will."
"But what if you don't?", she asked softly, suddenly tears in her eyes. Vinnie sat upright and pulled her in his arms.
"I don't want to think about that, okay? I will come back. You have to believe me." He kissed her. Violet wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
"Round two?", he breathed between kisses. She giggled. "Bring it on."

When they came back, they saw that Throttle and Carbine also were gone. Vinnie smiled.
"Looks like they had the same idea…" Violet giggled. She looked at Modo and Gaya, who were asleep. Jake was sleeping on the couch. Vinnie climbed in his hammock and dragged Violet next to him. It didn't took long before they fell asleep, safely in each other's arms. Violet woke up when she heard noises and peaked between her eyelids. She saw Throttle and Carbine climbing in bed, giggling like two teenagers. She smiled and quickly fell asleep again.

The next morning, everybody acted like they all had a long night sleep. Jake, Modo and Gaya had no idea. Vinnie and Violet kept smiling. Throttle looked at Vinnie, who winked at him. He shook his head, but his lips curled into a smile. But then he grew serious again. They had work to do.
"Carbine and I have found some clothes we can wear, bro's. They don't need to know we are Freedom Fighters and we need to look as harmless as possible."
Carbine grabbed a bag full with clothes. Vinnie quickly grabbed the most though looking pants and shirt. But it was still… boring…and so not cool... They changed into it.
Vinnie looked at Throttle, who was wearing a khaki pants with white sneakers under it. On top, a t-shirt with a wide sweater, to cover his muscles. His bandana was also gone, just like his knuck knocks. He even removed his earring. He now looked more like a teacher then their badass, fearless leader.
Then his gaze fell on Modo. He was wearing a boring jeans and black sneakers. On top of it, a wide shirt with a blazer. It not only covered up his muscles, but also his bionic arm, wich was good. Since he couldn't remove is eyepad, he wore normal glasses over it to draw the attention away from it. He now looked like a writer from those boring literature books.
Then, Vinnie looked at himself. He wore a black pants with black sneakers. He found a wide shirt with long sleeves, so his perfectly studly bod was completely covered. He kept his bandana on, but Throttle shook his head. He sighed. He took of the bandana and his gloves. Man. Talk about your casual clothing… He felt like he was an housefather who stayed home to take care of the kids while mom was making career. Yeah well, except for his mask. But no fucking way he was gonna take that off.
He looked helplessly at Violet, who couldn't stop laughing.
"Sweetheart… Stop laughing. This is not funny, alright?" Carbine and Gaya soon joined Violet. The bro's looked at each other.
"Yeah well… I understand why they are laughing. We look like idiots", Modo sighed.
Throttle shrugged. "Most importantly, we look completely innocent."
Jake grabbed a small device and gave it to Throttle. He quickly explained how it worked. Throttle put it in his pocket.
"Alright, are you guys ready?", Jake asked. The bro's nodded. The girls, finally calmed down, jumped on their bikes. They were gonna bring the boys to the location they were gonna use to get caught.
"I will give you a signal when we leave them there. Then you can send the message", Carbine said, looking at Jake. He nodded and put up his thumb.
"Good luck, guys. We'll keep in touch!"
Violet popped a wheelie with Vinnie behind her. He quickly grabbed her to avoid he was gonna fell off. Violet giggled. "Okay, girls… Let's rock…!"
"...and RIDE!"
They arrived at the building and after a quick goodbye, the girls drove back to the board. Vinnie looked around him and sat down on a box. Modo and Throttle joined him.
"I must say, this is one weird mission", Modo sighed. The others agreed.
Meanwhile, every guard who was working for Deep Pocket, received a message on their phone.

"Three Martian Mice spotted at the empty McDonalds building. Grab them."

The mice didn't have to wait long. One hour after they were dropped here by the girls, they were suddenly surrounded by guards.
"DON'T MOVE AND RAISE YOUR HANDS!", one of them yelled.
"Well, here goes nothing…", Throttle sighed and they raised their hands. Vinnie was biting on his tongue to not say something cool or stupid. The guards grabbed them and cuffed their hands. Throttle nodded at his bro's. Time to play the game along.
"Please, let us go!", he pleaded at the guard who took him.
"Why are you doing this?", Modo asked desperately.
The guards laughed. "Martian Mice are not welcome on this planet. You are coming with us."
Vinnie swallowed and bit his tongue again. But then, he set on his most desperate face.
"Please, let us go! We will not tell anybody! Puhleaaasseeee…", he almost cried. One guard smacked him against the back of his head.
"Shut up, you pussy. Now, come on."
Pussy? PUSSY? Vinnie gritted his teeth, but Throttle gave him a warning look. The message was loud and clear. Play along. Vinnie fighted the urge to hit the guard right in the face with his tail and he took a deep breath. He lowered his eyes and swallowed. The guard laughed and dragged Vinnie with him. The others took Throttle and Modo and they were thrown into a truck. The doors closed with a bang and they were alone. For now.
Vinnie let out his breath. "Pussy. Right. He has no idea who he is talking to...", he mumbled. Throttle and Modo chuckled. This probably was gonna be one of the most difficult missions for Vinnie.
"Well, at least phase one has succeeded. Nice work, bro's", Throttle said.
"I wonder where they are gonna bring us", Modo wondered.
"Well, it can't be a nice place, right?", Vinnie answered.
After a short drive, the truck stopped and the doors opened. The mice squeezed their eyes against the bright light. The guards dragged them out of the truck and pushed them into a building. It was the same building where Throttle and Vinnie had found Rimfire. They got chained against the wall. Vinnie looked around him. They were not alone. There were at least thirty people with them. They were all looking curiously at the mice, but they said nothing. They were actually not in a really bad state. Probably new flesh. Guards with heavy guns were watching over them. After a hour, Vinnie was already bored. The tip of his tail started to twitch. Man. How long was this gonna take? Throttle looked at him and smiled encouragingly. Vinnie relaxed a little bit. But still…
Finally, when it was night, something happened. A group of guards grabbed the prisoners and tied them together. One guard grabbed Vinnie by his ear to make him stand up.
"Autsj! Easy on…", but then he realized he needed to play along. Dammit. This was humiliating.
"Please don't hurt me", he begged. Throttle and Modo were also forced to stand up.
"Come on, you stinkin' rats. On your feet." Modo jumped at his feet, his eye glowing red. Rat? But then he saw Throttle looking at him. Right. He lowered his head and did what him was told. They were guided to another truck and got pushed inside, along with the other prisoners. When the doors were closed, Vinnie clenched his fist and slammed on the floor from the truck, as far as his chains allowed him. And again. Throttle's tail whirled around his arm to stop him.
"Easy, Vincent." Vinnie was breathing heavily. This was not his thing. Being treated like he was some kind of weak idiot. Dammit. He was Vincent van Wham. The baddest mamma jammer from Mars. He looked up and saw that everybody was watching him with big eyes. He smiled sheepishly. Modo was also breathing heavily in anger, his eye glowing red. "Rat. I ain't no rat. I can't wait till I get my hands on them…"
Throttle sighed. "Bro's. Come on. This is just one big game. Chill. We will get them. Later."
Vinnie and Modo shared looks. They knew Throttle was right. But it was hard to play the helpless roll when you were a tough, badass soldier like they were.
One man, who was sitting next to Vinnie, looked at him curiously.
"Excuse me for asking, but what are you?", he asked hesitant. Throttle took the word.
"We are just three Martian Mice who were on the wrong place at the wrong time. Prisoners. Like you guys are."
The guy stared at him. "Mar… Martian Mice? What the…"
Throttle shrugged and ignored him. No need to make friends. They needed to focus on the mission.
Suddenly, the truck stopped and the doors opened. The mice jumped out of the truck and looked around. They were on the same dock where Vinnie and Violet had found the two guards. There was huge boat lying in the water. The guards pushed them aboard and guided them lower deck. They were thrown into a cell with the others and the door closed with a bang. "Enjoy the trip", one of them said with a evil smile. Nobody said something back.
Quickly after that, the boat left. After a half hour, Vinnie was getting more and more green under his fur. Apparently, he handled sailing the same way as amusement rides (A/N: see We're going to Cheesyland). Throttle shared a worried look with Modo.
"You okay, Vin?", he asked. Vinnie shook his head, but said nothing. He was scared that if he was gonna open his mouth, he would puke his breakfast right over Throttle. He was wiggling on his seat and tried to find a position to make him feel less sick, but it didn't worked.
"I think I am gonna be sick, bro's…", he said weakly. God, he felt like shit. He closed his eyes and tried to think of something happy. Violet. He smiled. But his stomach didn't let himself be distracted.
"Ah man, are we there yet?", he moaned.
Throttle shrugged. "I don't know, bro. Let's hope we are." Modo used his tail to pat Vinnie on the back, since his hands were cuffed.
"Try to relax, little bro."
The other people stared at them. Vinnie narrowed his eyes.
"What? What are you looking at?!", he snapped at them. They all quickly lowered their eyes.
After one hell of a trip, the boat stopped moving. The guards came inside and when they were outside, Vinnie took a few deep breaths. Ah. Fresh air. He immediately felt better. He looked around him. They were on a small island in Lake Michigan. He didn't knew Lake Michigan had islands. But it was probably build by the Plutarkians. He saw a huge transporter. Throttle saw it too. He quickly looked around him, but nobody was paying attention to them. He grabbed his mini computer and quickly saved the coordinates from the transporter. This could be a way to get the bikes to Plutark. The guards pushed them into the huge transporter and waved.
"Bye bye!", and one of them pushed a button.

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