You know someone had to have done this. Some idiot goon was going to be dumb enough to try something like this and underestimate the Bros' response. I guess some people just haven't heard of 'escalation of force.' Poor, dumb bastards.

I thought I'd try something different and do this from the point of view of Limburger's henchmen. Let me know if you like it!

The First Big Mistake of Limburger's Goons

It was just a basic grab and bag, that first time. Just rush in, kidnap the girl, get back to the Tower, and hand her over to Karbunkle or whoever was running the scheme this time. So their first leader, (first because this was the first and only time they ever had him as a boss), leads them in, they grab the girl, and were already heading out the door when they ran right into those freak bikers. Of course they fought, and of course the boss threatened the girl. But this first time was different than all the others that followed after that. That first boss held a gun to the girl's head, and she stomped his foot hard, nearly getting out of his grip. That lead goon grabbed her and yanked her back by the hair and pistol whipped her dead in the face, knocking her unconscious.

He'd struck her right in front of the bikers. Right where they could see him hurt her and smile afterwards.

Instantly, the gang members knew that was a mistake that they would pay for dearly.

The red glow that burned from that giant grey one's eye would haunt the nightmares of that gang for years to come. All his fur bristled in fury, making him look even bigger, and the laser cannon embedded in his metal arm was out and almost glowing from being so highly charged. Every muscle bulged and tensed, every bit of his terrible anger ready to smite down on them. "YOU DARE HIT A LADY?! IN FRONT OF ME?!!" he roared, such righteous fury screaming in his voice that it shook every one of them to the core.

The white one pulled out six flares of white phosphorus, three in each hand, every flare burning with six thousand degrees of heat that would melt flesh from bone, not even bothering to burn it. Instead of his typical banter, there was nothing but a cold, deadly silence broken only by a low feral growl. His body was tightly wound with fury, his movements sharp and agitated, eager for only one thing; to deliver pain to the one that dared touch their human girl.

And that tan one--dear god, the entire gang nearly wet themselves at the sight of his fury. His green and black shades had slipped low enough on his muzzle to show his blood red eyes, narrowed in focus and utter rage. He almost looked perfectly calm, and was utter silent. Except for the snapping, crackling sound around his fist, the glove he wore so highly charged with power that it looked like lighting was flashing around it. His fur stood on end with the energy, and his deep voice darkened so low that it was almost as if the Devil himself spoke through him. "You're gonna pay for that," was all he said. He made sure the girl was safely off to the side before any of the others moved. And then--

Those three bikers attacked the gang like the fury of God was with them, and maybe it was.

Nearly every single gang member left that fight with at least three broken ribs and as many broken fingers. Several had arms or legs broken, and every last one of them had internal bleeding from one injury or another. All of them were hospitalized. Except for their boss. They never saw their first gang leader again after that bloody, painful, messy fight. Their leader had disappeared so thoroughly, neither cop nor crook ever found hide or hair of him, and nothing had been heard from him or of him ever since that day.

Once news of that hit the streets, no one else would work for Limburger, and despite their many failings afterwards, their gang remained the only ones that would. And that was only with such ridiculously high pay that several of the goons took a trip to Maui whenever the Tower fell.

But after that first mistake, they never laid a hand on Charlene Davidson again. Kidnapping and tying her up was done in as polite and gentle a manner as they could manage and still get it done against her will. And they made sure to tell every villain they ever worked with afterwards that physical violence against her was completely off limits, no matter what Limburger or Karbunkle said. They didn't dare harm her again.

After all, stupid as they may be, they weren't suicidal.

Although they seriously wondered about Greasepit.