Hello there and happy Easter!

So, first of all I would like to thank Vlaatjee, Margarite987re and Wolftattoo for your continuos support and feedback! It means a lot that I can sort of have a conversation in here, a dialogue rather than a monologue.. That is the reason why I'm writing this also, it's not just for me but to everyone out there who would like to read more fan fics, it is for this great community :) Thanks for the reviews and thanks for everyone out there reading this!

Second of all I'd like to apologize for some inconsistencies that may have occured in this story, I just read this story through and noticed a few things and corrected them so... Even if they weren't nothing too major, I still beat myself for allowing them into this story in the first place, I really would like to do the best possible job with this and even smaller things really do bug me too... So, sorry about those, folks. This only means it would be benefical also for me to write quicker so I don't forget what I've been writing myself, too... Well, I can always try.

Okay... Anyway, here's the next chapter, hope you guys like it!

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Stay safe out there,

-SpaceFlora

The Good, The Bad and the Rebels

Chapter 27

Mace's Plan a.k.a. How To Take Down The Freedom Fighters

Harley walked the corridors inside the Headquarters while the same time reading Mina's message over and over again. "They are here. Call Titania. She knows. Be safe and I'm sorry." Right, well to her this all didn't make sense still but if Stoker thought there would be something in it then... Harley thought while her walk slightly became erratic as she nearly bumped into walls and things on her way while holding the note infront of her nose.

"Autsch!"

Harley lowered the note and saw Charley holding her elbow like it was hurting and it seemed that it really did.

"Oh, sorry..." Harley replied and was to continue her walk but something prevented her, maybe conscious. She sighed silently while looking around but placed her blue eyes back on the Earthling who only gave her glances back. This creature who suffered from a significant loss of hair still amazed her a bit. She looked so... fragile. And Mars was a tough place to live, only the strongest would survive... They all had unfortunately found that out as the mice population which had been the strongest of all races in Mars had suffered from significant man losses during the war too.

"Didn't see you there..." The ginger furred female then drawled while seemingly looking for any excuse to leave the scene. Charley sighed back, shaking her head but then nodded towards the note Harley was holding.

"Something interesting there...?"

"Yeah..." Harley only answered, looking around slightly uncomfortable.

"I'm just gonna..." She said but left Charley standing there alone.

"By all means.." The auburn haired mechanic huffed feeling irritated but headed towards the dining area where she spotted Aprilia sitting by the table, finally brushing her hair that had been neglected for too long while having a tea cup and a bowl of savva wheat porridge infront of her as a breakfast.

"Hi..." Charley smiled to the fair coloured female who in turn looked up and nodded with a kind smile. Thank the God there was still kind people left in this HQ, Charley mused while taking a seat across from her.

"Morning! Did you sleep well?" Aprilia asked while combing one particularly messy tangle.

"Does anyone in here? I start to believe that there is not even a thing called "night" in this planet... Not one that would be used for sleeping anyway..." Charley sighed and Aprilia huffed at this.

"Well, it's not nearly as bad as during the days of war... I can tell you that much. I think I was awake for the entire war..." She then stopped brushing her hair for a brief moment while contemplating this thought in her head.

"Come to think of it, I really haven't slept after the days of war either..."

Charley only smiled at this somewhat alarming realization.

"Well, that doesn't sound too healthy..."

"No..." Aprilia only drawled still deep in her thoughts.

"So... Any news from the guys?" The Earthling asked her voice a bit hopeful and she immidiately saw the wide smirk appearing on Aprilia's face.

"Oh, yes!"

The doctor then cleared her throat and became a bit gloomy all of a sudden. Charley had to keep herself from laughing at this as it reminded her of Modo who was the king of mood swings, the big guy could turn from this most good-natured and relaxed man to this dangerous destructive force in a matter of seconds...But as Aprilia's concern was spreading fast on her face Charley quickly intervened.

"Everything's alright with them?"

The light brown female gave her a glance and like suddenly realizing what kind of vibes she was sending she quickly opened her mouth.

"Yes, they're all well! Sorry, didn't mean to lead you the wrong way..."

"Well, clearly something's wrong..."

"Well...Yes...Or I don't know. Maybe not. It's just that I told Modo about my whole mindwalking experience and...about the strange phenomena that followed it..."

"What strange phenomena?" Charley frowned a bit concerned.

"Well... As I've just concluded myself, my mind got stuck between the real world and the mindweb due to the mindwalk..."

"Oh? Okay, that doesn't sound good..."

"It's not life-threating or anything..."

"Yes, but still..."

"...It's just that there are these images and lights and sounds and things that keep popping into my mind all the time..." Aprilia tried to make it short how to describe these strange things that had been happening to her.

"Are they his thoughts? Since you were walking in his mind?" Charley asked. She frankly had no idea about this business.

"Hm? Modo's? Oh, no..." Aprilia gave a small laughter shaking her head.

"No, no...If it were his mind I was trapped into I think I would be seeing a lot more thoughts about his mommah and Lil'Hoss..." Aprilia joked.

"...and of you, hu?" Charley smiled slightly. Aprilia turned her head to her and gave a shy smile before lowering her look back to her lap and the brush she was currently holding.

"Well, Lil' Hoss is missing right now so I guess my big snuggly's not gonna be able to think anything else at the moment..." Aprilia thought out loud.

Charley snickered lightly to the nickname "big snuggly" but then suddenly snapped out of it.

"Wait, Lil' Hoss' still missing?" Charley asked.

"Yes, they seem to be unable to track her down..." Aprilia drawled looking now a bit curiously towards the mechanic who now somehow looked displeased with something.

"Of course they are, they haven't been consulting the best mechanic around...!" Charley snorted but corrected herself.

"Relatively speaking ofcourse, I'm not dilusional about myself, unlike someone who has crowned himself as the king of everything..." She rambled referring to the white daredevil who liked to think he was the best in every subject.

"You know how to track Lil' Hoss?" Aprilia asked.

"Well, if the problem consist a machine, I'm sure I can come up with something..." Charley answered as it looked like she was already thinking about the problem at hand.

"Okay..." Aprilia didn't really know what to make of that. Well, she had heard that this Earthling got some serious skills when it came to the machines and technology but she haven't really witnessed her true skills just yet.

"So...What did you have in mind?" Aprilia asked carefully, not wanting to interrupt that train of thought as a scientist herself she knew that that would not help but she was still curious to know. This considered Modo's bike and Lil'Hoss was also dear to her. She wanted Modo to get his bike back, too. She wanted her soon-to-be-hubby to be happy. And if that meant that he was to be reunited with a big deadly weapon of a bike, so be it.

Charley raised her look and a smile appeared on her face.

"Want to help?"

"Yes, please! That is if you don't mind having a scientist, who's currenty a bit hazy in the brain, to tag along...?" Aprilia got excited and she quickly followed Charley who got up and they left the hall.

"Not at all and believe me, your hazy brains will beat those mushy testosterone brains of our lovely trio anyday... Maybe I will get an actually useful assistant this time..." Charley joked.

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Stoker was examining this little library the monastery had and was just dusting off one particular book as he heard the door being banged closed behind him.

"What on Deimos' name were ya thinkin', coach?!" This deep baritone echoed in the room.

As Stoker glanced over his shoulder he saw a big grey giant standing there, his arms crossed and his eye shining red. If he hadn't been familiar with the man in question the sight would have been intimidating. Well, it still could be a volatile situation if treated wrongly...As the big male in question didn't look too happy. Stoker only let out a sigh and put the book back on the shelf, turning his back to Modo again.

"I take it that she told you then..." The old male only drawled.

"Yes, she told me!"

"I told you that you and I needed to talk..."

"Why would ya do that?! Mindwalking?! That shit's dangerous!" Modo didn't really pay attention on Stoker's attempt to start the conversation on his part. The brown furred male only glanced at Modo before taking another book from the shelf which only built up Modo's anger as it seemed that his mentor wasn't even paying attention to him.

"I know it's dangerous. Well, it can be dangerous if done wrong..." Stoker answered still remaining calm.

"If done wrong? Her mind's messed up because of your little experiment! Now how would ya describe that as being successful?!"

"Well, she indeed managed to mindwalk and thanks to her, you and Simson are still alive at the moment...So, in that sense, it was a success..."

"Ah don't care! She's not in this! She's a civilian! Ah don't want her to get hurt while attempting to save me! That's not her job!" Modo roared back.

Stoker glanced again to his protege. He knew why he was upset and he also knew that he must have been really scared for her after hearing what had happened. Modo had always been fiercely protective towards the women and children and even a thought alone that he couldn't protect them was devastating to the big guy. Stoker knew all that. But sometimes Modo didn't think very clearly as his protectiveness could come between the facts and the common sense.

"She's a civilian?" Stoker then repeated and Modo's eye stopped blinking as he was a bit confused where Stoker was going with that statement. The older male then put the book back on the shelf and turned to face Modo. He had been standing few metres away from the tall fighter merely as a precaution but now the older male took a step forward.

"She is not a civilian. During the war she served as a medic for us Fighters, she served even as a field medic, which you didn't improve but there you go, we can't control our prettier halves now can we... But she chose her side. She was...well, she is part of us. She has helped us along the way, helped us with our goals and our cause. And you better believe that if the government keeps a track on us and has a black list dedicated just for us, then they'll surely have her in that list, too. She is part of us, whether you like it or not."

Modo closed his eye and shook his head pissed off.

"That's not what this is about...!"

"Just clearing out facts so we're on the same page here, Big Fella'... She might not be a Fighter but she is a rebel and that makes her one of us."

Modo studied Stoker his arms crossed, his intensive look directed to the old male.

"This is not about the Fighters or the war! This is solely about you makin' her go through somethin' as dangerous as mindwalkin'!" Modo raised his voice again.

"It is about the war! It always is about the war!" Stoker suddenly raised his voice too and there was a slight falter on Modo's behaviour if inspected carefully. Stoker took a step forward again.

"I wanted one of my best soldiers back in the game so we can continue our fight. So, savin' your ass was just one of the smaller plot twists in this strenuous fight against the evil!"

"Still, you shouldn't have made her go through that! And if ya were there to guide her ya should've atleast guided her safely back from the mindweb! It's your fault her mind's still trapped there!"

"I know."

"You..know? Whatta ya mean ya know?!"

"I know. That shit's on me. Just like ya said."

It was clear that Modo hadn't been expecting this kind of a response as he now fell silent. Stoker scratched the back of his neck.

"Look. I understand you. She's your girl and you want to protect her from the big bad world... I get it. Unfortunately she is also her own person and she has the right to make her own decisions and she chose to help you, to try the mindwalk... If anything you should be proud of her courage to try and do that. And it is true that it was my idea... But she agreed to do that and she was not forced in any way. For your information, her mindwalking was quite impressive, she is a true mindwalker. That gal's got a gift. It's a gift that can cause a lot of good if trained well..."

"... wait...If trained well? Ya mean if she would keep practising that? Ah just told ya that that's extremely dangerous!"

"Yes. I know. But what if she wants to? You know she's a doctor, she has dedicated her whole life on helping others. I wouldn't be surprised if she realized one day that she could actually do a lot of good with that gift."

Modo still held his arms crossed, his weight on the other foot, observing this shorter old male infront of him. He then shook his head and let out a deep sigh. Like just now releasing all the worry and anxiety inside of him that he had gathered during the call with Aprilia.

"I know..." Stoker patted Modo on his flesh arm. Modo only shook his head, looking gloomy.

"It's all my fault..."

"Now, see, that's exactly what she was afraid of, that you'll be blaming yourself for all this...That's why she was so hesitant to tell you..."

"Well, how could Ah not blame myself? It is my fault since if Ah hadn't gone missin'..."

"Okay, well, if we go down that road then I did sent you out there with Simson and his crew without any back-up from our brothers..."

"Well, okay, but if Ah hadn't been such a loose cannon towards the rats and had actually behaved then ya wouldn't have had the need to try and teach me a lesson..." Modo mumbled back.

"And did it work?" Stoker asked.

"What did?"

"Did I teach you a lesson? You and Simson are now best buddies? You got over your enourmous racist problem with the rats?"

"Get bent..." Modo huffed but had to smile and he scratched his neck.

"Yeah, it did work...He's alright..."

"See? I'm not just a crazy old man with crazy plans..." Stoker smiled approvingly.

"Fair enough, your plan worked...Now you're just a crazy old man..." Modo drawled back.

Stoker chuckled but Modo continued.

"But Ah wouldn't go that far as to say all the rats are great..."

"Ofcourse... But it worked as a teaching for you, lil' grasshopper, that every group has its' bad apples... You don't go and judge a book by its' cover, now do you...? Your mommah taught you better, right?"

"Okay no need to bring my mommah into this..." Modo mumbled but he seemed to have relaxed a bit and Stoker gave him an encouraging smile and a tap on his back.

"There isn't any other soul in this entire planet than you that I would most gladly tell that this all is over...So you could just retire from this guerilla soldier business to some farm and raise eleven children with Aprilia..."

"Farm?" Modo repeated slightly humoured while lifting his brow.

"So ya clung to that and not to the whole eleven kids, hu?" Stoker smirked and Modo only shrugged his shoulders with a hint of smile.

"...but, as I was saying... During the war, during the difficult times, people unfortunately have to endure difficult stuff. That's not fair but sometimes people have a choice to decide themselves whether they want to participate or not, whether they want to make a difference or not. And you're lucky to have such a stand-up gal next to you such as Aprilia. She really is a great woman. I said that she's not a Fighter...But she is a fighter." Stoker concluded and Modo listened to this carefully and then just lowered his look and nodded back.

"That she is..." His low baritone stated. Modo then turned his eye back to this old-timer, the man he had looked up most of his life. Ever since his father had died when he had been just a kid, he hadn't had any male figure to look up to when growing up, not that he really had longed for one either but then he had met the Fighters and Stoker and Stoker had taken them under his wings, these young rascals who hadn't known anything really...He had taught them everything they knew. Well, nearly everything. Modo liked to think that as much as his grey furred mommah had raised him, so had Stoker too. In a way he had becomen a father-figure to them all. Modo cleared his throat.

"Ah asked Aprilia to marry me..."

Stoker glanced at this tall burly male next to him.

"You're getting married?"

"Well, not right now, obviously, there are more urgent things at hand than me gettin' hitched...Mainly the entire future of this planet and our people..." Modo mumbled back. He then gave Stoker a look back.

"Ah actually haven't told anyone else except mommah...the guys don't know it yet, Throttle or Vinnie or anyone else..."

"I'm the first one you told? After your mother? Hm, gotta say I'm a bit touched..." Stoker seemed genuily surprised.

"Well, okay, Ah told Simson already..." Modo then gave a bit of a sheepish look.

"You told a rat first? Okay, now I'm hurt..." Stoker chuckled.

"Hey, what happened to the don't judge a book by it's cover stuff?" Modo joked back but continued.

"Well, it was because of all that near death experience, guess that's true that death does bring people together... ya know, when it's not tearin' everything apart, that is..."

Stoker nodded with a smile but then his ever-observant look fell on the big male again.

"I'm sorry I put Aprilia in that situation. You know I would never intentionally try to hurt her. She's family."

"Ah know. Ah'm sorry too...for...breakin' the "silence" code in the library...which leads me to the next question why are you here?" Modo looked around them like just now realizing where they were.

"People come to read in the libraries, you should try to pick up a book sometimes, too, try and cultivate that mind a bit..." Stoker joked.

"Nah, Ah feed my hunger for literature in the form of comics..." Modo snorted back. Stoker chuckled.

"Figured that much... Well, to the current dilemma we are facing... I'm actually trying to find out about these strange symptoms Aprilia's been suffering from..."

"Oh...Findin' anythin'...?" Modo's look immidiately became more interested like realizing that the books might actually carry some real knowledge in them.

"Haven't found anythin' yet... but just like I already told Aprilia, I bet these monks have the answer... I'll ask Riot when I find him if he knows someone amongst the brothers in here who knows about the mindwalking business..."

Modo nodded back a bit absent-mindedly and Stoker noticed this and he lowered his voice a bit.

"Hey, Modo... We'll find out how to help her. I will make sure we find the solution for it."

"Promise?" Modo asked, his ears drooping a bit.

"Yeah, I promise, on biker's honour." Stoker nodded back.

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As the big garage doors opened inside the cave and Throttle along with the rest of Fighters and rebel rats rolled inside the HQ with their bikes. Throttle took off his helmet and got off the bike. The mission to find the "holes" in the border patrol had not been a succesful one. He walked with quick stride out of the garage, scratching his neck absent-mindedly and went straight into the kitchen area upstairs and grabbed a protein bar. He opened the wrapper and started to eat the bar, still deep in his thoughts as someone entered the kitchen as well and he turned around still munching his snack.

"Tryin' to treat the depressive feeling of failure with food?" Harley asked dryly before then shoving the tan furred fighter a note she had been carrying around with her the whole morning. Throttle only glanced at the note, frowning.

"They are here. Call Titania. She knows. Be safe and I'm sorry." Throttle read the note aloud and then gave Harley a look.

"We're not in the speaking terms right now?" He asked a bit humoured.

"It's not from me...Mina wrote that, before she split..." Harley muttered.

"Yeah, heard about that..." Throttle only nodded and then took a seat next to the table. Harley circled the table and sat down infront of him, setting her eyes on this tall fighter. Throttle read the note again but shifted his look behind his green specs to Harley who only observed him back.

"So...You're our new leader, then." Harley then opened the conversation. Throttle took a more comfortable position but nodded.

"Well, there haven't been any official ceremonies for that or anything yet..."

"We're a bunch of rebels hiding out in the desert, you really think we would have anything official around here?" Harley asked, deliberately being sarcastic.

"Guess not." Throttle tasted the last bits of protein bar in his mouth, studying the ginger furred female infront of him. He then nodded at her.

"Ya've got a problem with me taking over?"

"Why?"

"Bacause it looks like you're about to punch me."

Harley let out a sigh and hunched slightly in her place, tapping the table with her fingers.

"No. It's just... He's Stoker! He can't step aside!"

"I know. But, this was his decision, it's not like I'm making a coup here...And believe me I would never do that to Stoker. I would follow him to my early grave." Throttle talked his eyes keenly on the woman sitting across to him even if Harley couldn't see that. Harley only drew on the table imaginative figures.

"I know. It's just a lot to take in I guess..." Her raspy voice drawled.

"It sure is. Even for me." Throttle concluded.

"So...friends?" The male gave a small smirk and held out a hand and Harley looked at the offered hand but took it.

"Bros." Harley nodded with a slight smile but quickly got up.

"So. As you're the boss man now, I guess you have to start figuring out what do we do about that note, and about the runaway girl, and the guys still on the other side of the border...Oh, and your soldier girl's still in the hands of the bad guys..."

"...that's all...?" Throttle chuckled.

"No... You also need to make a plan to save us all. And this planet. You better get to it." Harley said and left him sitting there looking after the mechanic. Throttle dragged his palms over his face and then let out a sigh. He looked at the empty wrapper on the table but got up.

"Well, ya heard the lady, ya better get to it, Throttle..."

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Mace was leaning against his bike while waiting and he would have liked to point out to the ones who kept him waiting that he despised that. These people...or creatures more like it, called themselves as businessmen, well, in his books, business required some punctuality and these guys lacked that but as he had learned out the Plutarkians didn't care less about what others thought about them. A rather good quality to have as they were acting like the galaxy's own douche bags, just destroying and conquering everything in sight, no matter how much havoc they caused along the way or how many alien races they wiped out.

But while making him wait, they would give more time for the Fighters try and save their tails and their home planet to which they still were so adorably attached to. Why did they even bother? Couldn't they see that it was all lost anyways? They could try and build their cities again for all he cared for but that would not bring the life back on Mars. The Plutarkians had made sure of that. As their alleys the rats had managed to bargain a portion of the water to be stored to the underground tunnels but that would not be enough to safe the entire planet not to mention the entire population of Mars.

The grey furred rat's ears perked as he heard noises and as he glanced towards this abandon warehouse he suddenly saw light inside of it. He stopped leaning to his bike and walked towards the building and opened the door by punching the code on the side of it. As he got inside he strode straight towards this room where he had previously been in and he wouldn't have needed to see the light from the transporter machine to know that the Plutarkians were here, the reek in the air would be a sign sufficient enough for him to know.

As he walked into this room where a light was flickering slightly on the ceiling he was surprised to find out that there was only the Plutarkian officer present that had been there the last time as well. Well, he had a few bodyguards with him who were standing a little further away from this nasty looking officer with his tiny piercing pig eyes and the large mouth with a few pointy teeth sticking out. Mace couldn't tell whether the man was not pleased to be here or was that look just his natural displeased frown that had been there also the last time but if he was to bet he would put all his money on the latter. Mace sat down across the table and only nodded towards the empty seats.

"Your High-Reeking Fishfriend couldn't make it tonight?"

"He has as you can imagine far more important things to do than chatting meaningless things with a inferior race from yet another destroyed planet..." The officer stated.

"I can imagine yes..." Mace only replied dryly.

"So, why did you contact us and made me do this unpleasant trip back here to this hideously rodent-infested planet?" The grumpy officer asked and Mace took a more comfortable position on his seat.

"I need more time."

"Ha! No." The officer, if it was possible to have even a remote resemblance of a smile, had one right now etched on his wide mouth.

"Please?" Mace tried even if being sarcastic by it but the officer remained silently staring at him.

"Well, worth to try..." The grey rat sighed, feeling irritated.

"We already gave you a month, that is plenty." The officer then grunted.

"Well, since I'm the one managing this operation I can say that it is not." Mace answered.

"It's all you'll get."

"Look, you want to catch these rebels or not?"

"I could ask you the same... You've managed to take down only half of them."

"Well, that's still a way higher percentage of dead rebels than you ever got to witness during the entire war with your useless plans and people..." Mace talked under his breath but not that silently as to prevent the officer from hearing, and he had intended it that way, too. Clearly in some time along the way, he had managed to lose some of his sense of self-preservation as well. Or maybe he knew that he still was way too valuable for these reekfaces to have so he knew he could get away with some light joking.

"What happened to this ingenious plan of your's you told us about last time?" The officer asked.

"Well, it didn't quite work out..." Mace cleared his throat.

"I take it that you'll have a new plan then?" The ugly Plutarkian asked again.

"I do as a matter of fact have a new plan, thanks for asking. And this time it can't go wrong." Mace rocked his other leg on top of the other one. The nasty looking creature infront of him drew something on the table, like counting something or making a memo with plain friction between his green finger tips and the table. He then looked up and pondered a moment.

"What is this new plan?"

"Well, as it has comen painfully obvious these guys are prepared and always dodging the bullets so... My plan is to not run after them anymore..."

"This does not sound too good of plan so far..."

"...but to make them run after me." Mace stopped rocking his leg and just stared at the Plutarkian who only looked a bit dumbfounded.

"Why would they be running after you?"

"Because I would be holding something they value, something they love and treasure the most. I would be holding the reason for their entire existance in the first place." Mace lowered his voice.

"Which is?" The officer asked looking only slightly interested.

"Their citizens." Mace answered with a nod.

"You want to kill all the mice?!" The officer suddenly got excited again as he leaned a bit forward, over the table, his small eyes gleaming with joy.

"No! If I killed them I wouldn't have anything for a leverage, you moron...!" Mace answered sharply and the newly found excitement the Plutarkian had had a moment ago deflated infront of the rat's eyes like a balloon pinned with a needle.

"Oh... That's too bad. I have been thinking that it would be just easier to just kill everyone with an A-bomb..."

"But then you wouldn't have the Martians as your future slaves, like you have intended all along... Right?" Mace was swinging his leg again on top of the other.

"Right..." The officer nodded, clearly detecting the error in his thinking as well but he cleared his throat.

"Very well. You'll have two extra weeks to take care of this matter, so all in all, you'll have over five weeks still left and I'd advice you to make that time count as it is all you'll be getting, after that, if you haven't dealt with the problem, we'll come back here again but this time we'll catch you and we'll bring you back to Plutark and kill your son while you're watching and after that we'll kill you. And then the entire population of Mars. The High-Chairman would like to have this army of slaves to do all the hard work back in Plutark but time is money and if these Fighters will make things difficult, we'll just wipe out the entire population. There will be more races to turn into slaves in this galaxy, and more profitable nations too...Nations that won't be this stubborn to die..."

Mace only listened to this ramble while sitting, not letting any emotions out.

"So, you better make this plan of your's to work." The officer only pointed at the rat.

"It will work but I only need help from the Mouse Government and their Army. I need them to tighten their border patrol and send even more troops out there...It'll be easily arranged if you just give me more money so I can grease these greedy bastards' palms...They think that I'm only helping to keep out the resistance they despise as well, as they think it's my only agenda to catch these renegades... Anyway, I need the government to keep their Army occupied with their task at the border so I can get inside the Mouse Territory with my rat troopers, using our tunnel systems, we'll take down their easily manipulated government and start running things, the Mouse Army will have no other choice than to obey once we've got their entire government as hostages...And they will obey too once they hear that the only reason to this coup is to catch the Fighters. We'll make them to turn Brimstone City into Brimstone Maximum Security Jail and the only way for the Fighters to free their beloved people would be if they turned themselves in. Any attempt to try and be clever will cost their people's lives. And they will turn themselves in because they like to play the heroes, they will gladly give their own lives for the lives of their people. And after they surrender, we'll take them down and after there are no more Freedom Fighters, you'll have no problem to do whatever you please for these people..."

The Plutarkian officer listened very carefully and nodded.

"That's an evil plan, Mr. Mace...I like it."

"I take that as a great compliment coming from someone like you..." Mace replied but then got up.

"So, you'll manage to get me more money?"

"Yes, isn't it lovely how money brings people together and makes them forget about their principles...?" The Plutarkian officer smiled crudely.

"Yes, lovely." Mace only blurted as he got up and left.

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