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I do own my own characters - these are all characters that come from my own work, although I have altered names and occupations slightly so they fit into the real world! I also own The Legacy - unfortunately only on paper but I can dream! :D


Chapter 33 – Rescue

"Well this is... NICE. I am loving what the new Stinkfish has done with the place..." Charley grumbled as she paced in the narrow confines of a newly built cell.

"I don't suppose 'sorry' is ever going to quite cover this?" Freda called from her cell.

"Freda..." Charley sighed. "You couldn't have known. And the plan was good, we just got... caught."

"Nah! We just got unlucky!" Primer chipped in. "Soon as we bust out of here it'll be fine."

"Bust out?" Freda chuckled. "How on earth are we gonna manage that? These cells could hold an elephant! Never mind us..."

"There's always a way to bust out..." Primer's voice was drowned out by the sound of the door rattling, followed by a thump. "Ow."

"You ok?" Freda called.

"Yeah..." Primer snorted. "These cells are shit!"

"Meaning they're going to keep us in?" Charley rolled her eyes. "Guess it's on to plan 'B' then."

"Which is what exactly?" Freda asked in surprise.

"Sit down and wait to get rescued?" Charley smiled at the general exclamations of disgust from Freda and Primer.


"Hey..." Vinnie exclaimed. Three identical shushing noises sounded from nearby. They'd made it in to Limburger Tower, now all they needed to do was find Limburger without getting caught.

"Vincent. Which part of 'quiet as a mouse' do you not get?" Throttle asked in exasperation.

"Well, all of it, since you're asking." Vinnie shrugged. "Still, if I'm the only one here interested in why there are Martian weapons..."

"What?!" Throttle doubled back, joining Vinnie at the table the white mouse had hidden by.

"Tell me they're just random Martian weapons..." Stoker groaned.

"Well..." Throttle looked over at the ageing General.

"Oh... Don't tell me. Carbine's gun, Primer's gun and the gun you gave Charley..." Stoker sighed. "I'm gonna whip their tails when we find them."

"Gonna find that hard, General." Modo rumbled in amusement. "Charley ma'am and Freda ma'am don't have tails..."

Stoker growled.

"Well, looks like there have been a few changes round here." Throttle twitched his ears as he scanned the area more closely. Now he looked at it, there were definite signs of recent building works.

"And?" Stoker looked expectant.

"And, I figure there's a new cell block." Throttle shrugged. "Your call, General."

"Right..." Stoker snorted. "Let's go find the girls."

The solid looking new door that had attracted Throttle's attention lay just beyond the table. Throttle picked up Carbine's gun and stuck it into his belt, motioning Vinnie and Modo to take Charley and Primer's weapons. Reaching for the handle Throttle gave a low whistle when he found it unlocked. A corridor stretched ahead of them, both walls punctuated with solid metal doors featuring heavy locks.

"Heh... New cell block." Stoker slapped Throttle on the shoulder. "Nice going... Or do we need to be worried?"

"I'm still the same mouse you fought alongside on Mars, General." Throttle shrugged.

"Yeah, but that's exactly what you would say if you were an impostor." Vinnie chuckled.

"Vinnie?" Charley's voice sounded from behind one of the doors.

"The one and only, sweetheart!" Vinnie crowed. "Stand back!"

"Vinnie! No – don't shoot the-! Throttle's warning was lost as the blast from Vinnie's gun tripped the alarm system.

"Oh Momma!" Modo grimaced at the high-pitched, over-loud alarm blaring round them.

"Get the others!" Stoker roared.

"Freda! Primer!" Throttle shouted; his head felt like it would implode from the pain in his ears.

"Throttle!" A loud banging indicated Freda's location. Glancing over his shoulder, Throttle noted that Modo had found Primer.

"Come on!" Stoker's bellow could barely be heard. Racing back toward the outer room, Throttle's attention was drawn to Freda tugging at his vest.

"Not that way!" Freda shouted. Throttle shook his head. He couldn't hear her. Freda frowned, motioning that they should run in the other direction. Throttle looked back at his bro's, Primer and Stoker; they'd almost reached the door. Charley was waiting a few feet from them. Freda shook her head and pointed back down the corridor. Charley nodded and ran back. Throttle glance again at his fellow Martians, they were too far away to be stopped in time. He grimaced as his stomach roiled with fear and anger. If Freda was right... If they needed to run in the other direction. Throttle turned following close on the heels of the two humans.

The alarm suddenly shut off. The silence was deafening. Throttle skidded to a halt, turning to look at the doorway he strained his ears for any sound coming from the others. He winced at a sharp sting in his left arm, he absentmindedly swatted at whatever insect had just stung him.

"Throttle!" Freda's shout sounded odd. He glanced over, but Freda and Charley both seemed to be racing away from him. A heavy thump drove the breath from his lungs... He'd barely registered the fact that he'd just hit the floor before the world went black.


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