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"Charley, would you mind if I used your computer?"
Charley looked at the green furred Martian curiously. "Sure Crucible, I don't mind. But what do you need it for?"
Crucible held up a triangular device. "I copied the Plutarkian's entire computer system. If I remember correctly from survivor accounts, Karbunkle always keeps detailed note of his experiments."
Throttle and Modo blanched and nodded. They remembered.
Crucible gestured. "The biker mice were not the only one's Karbunkle got a hold of while in Camembert's pay. I have personally met three others, and know for a fact there are at least fifteen more! He looked at the device in his hands. "If we know more about what was done to them, the better we will be able to help them."
Charley nodded. "Go ahead Crucible. You're welcome to it." She smiled. "Hope there's something on there you can use!"
Crucible chuckled and nodded, seating himself in the living room in front of the computer. "If nothing else, I am sure there is something on here that the Freedom Fighters can use. All that remains is to find it."
Crucible groaned and rubbed his face tiredly, his eyes never leaving the screen.
Karbunkle had indeed kept thorough notes. Very thorough. Not only had he kept detailed notes, he'd also documented most of the experiments with audio and video recordings.
Crucible growled softly.
Unfortunately, while thorough, when it came to organization, Karbunkle left a lot to be desired. Crucible had been at this for most of the day, only stopping to eat and visit the bathroom. And he'd still only made it through a third of Karbunkle's notes!
Let alone Limburger's files!
At this rate, it will take me years to go through all of this! He slid the mouse across the mouse pad and opened the next file. A small smile quirked the corners of his mouth.
It still amused him to no end that the humans had chosen to call that a 'mouse'!
The new window jumped up on the screen and he steeled himself to read yet another meticulous account of horror and inhuman cruelty.
He suddenly leaned closer to the screen. His eyes slowly grew wider as he read. So I was correct. He thought, clicking to bring up the next page of notes. He shook his head. It is time's like this, that I wish I were not right so often!
He nibbled his lip thoughtfully, then clicked on the video attached to the file. This, he had to see to believe.
Dusk had fallen.
He slowly slithered through the alley's, pressing himself against the wall to avoid the headlights of a passing car. Today had certifiably been one of the worse days of his life, hiding out in an old dumpster while he waited for nightfall.
He had quickly found that a dumpster was like a solar oven, temperatures quickly spiking once the sun hit it. It made him grateful that he was cold blooded!
As it was, he still had to drag his great body out of the dumpster and make his way to a nearby pool to cool off. He'd lost track of how many time's he'd sent a silent prayer of thanks that that particular hotel had been closed for renovation.
And today was Sunday, meaning that there would be no work going on today!
His only regret was that the pool was in easy sight of two apartment buildings, necessitating his speedy return to his abandoned dumpster.
The pool itself had introduced Askook to a new problem.
He'd done his best to care for his wounds, stanching the bleeding with scraps of cloth. When he'd lowered himself into the pool, it had been heavenly! But once the water had seeped through the cruddy bandages, he'd very quickly been reminded of why the water was so clean.
Chlorine.
Chlorine stung and burned at his wounds, and it had been everything he could do not to scream! After that, he'd remained on the shore, dipping his hands in the water and sprinkling it over his scales.
But all that was behind him now. After tonight, this would be over. One way or another. He gazed quietly at the small building, windows lighting the darkness around it.
As far as he could see, nothing had been added in the way of security. He had at least expected a security camera, something!
He winced.
One of his wounds was reminding him of its presence. No matter how he looked at it, he knew this was going to hurt. He shook his head. There is no sense in putting this off.
He carefully laid his prize on the ground in the alley. It would be safe here for now. Straightening, he turned to face the Last Chance garage and slowly began to slither towards it.
It was time he paid the mice back…
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