Zoe's New Identity-Chapter 2
"I don't know if I have any family or anything!" Zoe said, distraught and was confused.
"You have amnesia." Charley said.
"Does that mean I'm sick?" Zoe asked.
"No, it just means you've just lost your memory." Charley explained.
"Will I ever get it back?" Zoe asked.
"You may." Charley replied, "But with time. It's kind of hard to tell with these things."
"But I have to get my memory back! I must have family or friends somewhere. Belong somewhere." Zoe panicked.
She slumped down in a chair with a worried look on her face and her head in her hands.
"Don't you worry, Ma'am. We'll help you."Modo said, placing his gloved hand on her arm.
"Thank you." She gave a smile to the larger biker as her hand touched his gloved one. It made him blush.
"First things first. You need to find out who you are. You're wearing a purse. Maybe there's something inside with a name on it." Throttle said.
"Great idea!" Zoe said, opening the purse to find a wallet. She opened it up to see a driver's license with her face on it. It was registered to Zoe Sterling.
"That's who I am. I'm Zoe Sterling." She said, glancing at the picture.
...
"Wait? How can I have a driver's license if I'm an alien from space?" Zoe asked Freem.
"It was all part of mingling in with the Earth people." He replied, "My nanobytes transformed you into an Earth human. It's only fair you should have the knowledge
as well as the identification in order to operate one of their vehicles."
Zoe nodded as more memories began flooding her mind...
...
She turned to the three bikers who wore the most unusual motorcycle helmets she had ever seen.
"I'm sorry but we haven't been properly introduced." She said.
"Hello, Zoe. We've already met. But I'm Charley." The auburn haired mechanic said.
"Hiya doing, Zoe? I'm Throttle." The tan-furred leader of the biker trio said.
"Vinnie Van Wham at your service, pretty lady." Vinnie grinned, flirtatiously.
"Let me guess: you're the ladies man of the group." Zoe said.
"And proud of it. Chicks love the Vinman!" Vinnie bragged.
"Not as much as he loves himself." Charley teased.
"Funny." Vinnie frowned. Throttle and Modo were snickering.
"Please to meet you, Miss Zoe-Ma'am." Modo said, shaking hands with her.
"It's nice to meet you, too, Modo." She smiled, as her face flushed.
Suddenly, there was a loud boom. The Biker Mice glanced out the window to see Greasepit sitting inside what appeared to be an attack vehicle. A battering ram was attached to it. He was now using it to ram down the metal garage door. Each blow made the walls of the garage shake.
"That walking pile of ooze is attacking my poor building!" Charley cried out.
"Not to worry, Sweetheart. We'll handle that clay brain." Vinnie told her.
...
"Youse meeces better clear out now!" Greasepit cried out.
The Biker Mice came crashing out through a window on their bikes.
"Man, don't those guys ever use doors?" The muscle bound ape wondered.
The three bikers landed and stopped in front of the garage. Weapons protruded out of every opening on their bikes.
"This is as far as you go, Oil Slick!" Throttle told him.
"The Last Chance Garage is under our protection. So you leave now unless you want to make me really happy and start a fight!" Vinnie said, holding up two lit flares.
"Mistah Limboiger owns this property now!"
"Just what do you mean by that?" Charley asked.
For answer, Greasepit took out of his pocket a piece of paper which he now handed to Charley.
"Mistah Limboiger is the owner of this here building. Read it for youse self."
The auburn haired mechanic's face suddenly became pale after reading the paper.
"What is it, Charley-ma'am?" Modo asked, seeing the worried look on her face.
"That bloated pufferfish has got an order from the city to have the Last Chance condemned!" She cried out.
The Biker Mice gasped.
"But if it's an occupied building, he can't just tear it down. Can he?" Zoe asked.
"Yes, he can. He's got the order from the mayor." Charley replied.
"Don't you worry, Charley-girl. We won't let that overstuffed hallibut get his finned hands on the garage." Throttle said, "We protected the Last Chance before, we'll do it again."
Soon, The Biker Mice covered the garage with metal pieces from their spaceship.
"That should protect the garage from that overstuffed halibut and his two cronies."Throttle said.
"In the meantime, you need to speak to the mayor, Charley. I'm sure he's made a huge mistake." Zoe told her.
"Hmmph. I'll try. But the last time I spoke to him, the guys were arrested and their bikes were impounded thanks to Limburger. It had to take a good deal of talking to get him to release them and their bikes." Charley replied.
"Also the fact that the city was in danger from a nuclear bomb got the mayor to speed up with the release." Modo chuckled, "He knew we were the only ones who could stop it."
"So we did what we do best: Saving the day while looking good doing it. At least I do." Vinnie bragged.
"Someone's ego is super." Throttle chuckled.
"Yeah, It's the size of Limburger's rear end." Modo said.
"Leggo my ego!" Vinnie told them.
...
Limburger soon showed up in his limo with Carbunkle.
"Greasepit, my moronic minion, did you inform the Davidson woman to vacate the Last Chance Garage?" Limburger calmly asked him.
"Huh?" He looked puzzled.
"Did you tell her to get out?" He asked, in an annoyed voice.
"Uh, yeah, boss." He replied, happily.
"Then why is she still here?!" He screamed in the muscle bound ape's face.
"Well, boss, you see..." He began, nervously motioning him to look at the Biker Mice who stood in front of the garage with Charley.
"That's right, Halibut. This place is off limits to you. So the party's over." Throttle told Limburger.
"You're wrong. I own this property now. By order of the -" He began, holding up the paper Greasepit showed Charley and the Biker Mice.
Then he gasped as it was suddenly torched by Modo's laser cannon.
"Oops." He said, blowing out the smoke that came from it.
"I still own the Last Chance, Cheesebreath." Charley said, hands on her hips and getting in Limburger's face, "It's still not for sale. So take a hike!"
"This isn't over! I will own this establishment and when I do, I'll ship the land to Plutark!" Limburger screamed.
Then he backed away as a missile came towards him.
"Nooooooo!" He cried out, leaping behind a garbage can.
"Oh, yesssss! Pour it on, baby!" His chauffeur, Fred The Mutant cried out.
The deformed, tentacled alien happily climbed back into the front seat of the limo. Greasepit took off on his bike with Carbunkle jumping on the back of it in a hurry to get away from the missile.
The missile struck the limo blowing it up. The car was a smoking, melted mess.
Throttle, Modo, Charley, and Zoe turned to see Vinnie lifting his hand from the computer console on his bike.
"Smooth, Dillinger." Throttle said.
"Geez, Vin! Give a warning when you're about to do that!" Charley scolded him.
"Where's the fun in that?" The white mouse replied.
"Fun? Someone could've gotten hurt! What if you had taken out a whole city block?" Zoe asked.
"Limburger's ride was the only thing that got hurt. Besides, I was careful not to aim at any buildings or people." Vinnie replied.
"You're crazy. But it was kinda funny watching Limburger dive behind that trash can!" Zoe giggled.
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