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Chapter 11 - What in the name of Mars?!
Boreas, Mars.
Alright. Mars it was, but where exactly on Mars was he? He didn't recognize any of his surroundings. Was this really his home planet? Of course it was, that Sabre Squid was more than enough proof. Mars was the only planet in the Milky Way where those creatures roamed. Although this one had been such an absolute unit compared to what he was used to, that it took him a second to realize what he was actually looking at.
Vincent van Wham kept on walking, pushing his baby along with him. She still responded with bleeps and pings, but she hadn't been able to move on her own at all. He didn't understand what was wrong with her. The transporter hadn't damaged her, at least not that he'd noticed so far and he had done a check up on her just now after the Sabre Squid incident. Nothing seemed to work, wherever the heck he was on Mars, it somehow messed with his bike. Not even the radar worked and the only sound coming from his radio was nothing more than loud crackling static.
But again, if this was Mars, he was bound to notice something familiar at some point, right? Vinnie certainly hoped it would not come in the appearance of another giant sized Sabre Squid or worse...
He didn't feel comfortable at all. Certain elements felt similar to what he knew of his home planet, but the ground and the sky were off. Different colours. What place on Mars had sand dunes which were a beige yellowish pink? He also didn't like the look of those clouds in the distance. Twisters with lightning bolting straight through its centre, which meant the thunder he had spotted earlier had not been a figment of his imagination. It was still rather far ahead, but thanks to his visor, Vinnie was able to see it clear as day.
That was one place he was not heading towards, that's for sure.
As of right now his best and possibly only option was heading towards that large rock formation. Hopefully there would be a cave or some other form of shelter awaiting them. Somehow Vinnie seriously doubted he was going to encounter any form of life in this area. Martian mice life that was. The size of that squid told him more than enough. How could anybody of his species live here in a normal and safe environment when the wildlife was about the same size as most of their spacecrafts?
Vinnie halted and let out a sigh of frustration. He was actually getting tired. When was the last time he'd eaten something? On cue a loud rumble sounded from his stomach and he placed one of his hands on top of it. Again it rumbled. Oh, what he wouldn't do for a hotdog right now or anything similar as long as it was as equally tasty.
"Mister van Wham, we've been walking around for hours now. Do you have any idea where we're going?"
Right. Kip. For a minute Vinnie had forgotten about the human. Alright, that was a lie. How could he forget about this so called agent? Why did he have to be such a hero and try to save this good for nothing person from Limburger? Right, because he was just that. A great hero that is. Thinking back on it, he should have just left Burrows in the clutches of that good for nothing ol' stinkfish. The FBI agent was after Charley's sister-in-law, and here he was helping the guy survive!
He halted and groaned loudly all of a sudden realizing something else he hadn't even thought of. Oh, this was just great. He was on Mars. Burrows was on Mars. And where was Izzy?
Oh, that's right.
Mars.
Well, perhaps they weren't in the exact same area, but most definitely the same planet. Stoker was going to kill him once he'd get wind of who this agent was and why he was specifically looking for Izzy. Suspect in a murder case of one of Chicago's wealthiest Casino and strip club owners. Charles Morden. But they all knew Izzy hadn't killed him. How did they know? Because they knew the guy who had. No, not guy. Mouse. The famed leader of the Freedom Fighters.
Stoker.
"Mister van Wham, are you even listening to me?"
"Kip, I have told you already. I DON'T KNOW!" The white mouse yelled angrily. "But for now my goal is,- that place." He pointed at a large rock formation in the distance.
Burrow's cheeks coloured red. He was getting incredibly frustrated and annoyed with this alien creature. Not only did it seem to not have a clue or solid plan about anything, it also still hadn't bothered to learn his name properly. "For the last time, my name is Kirk! Not Kevin, not Kip. But Kirk."
"That's what I said. Now shut up and help me with my bike, would ya?"
Burrows did not want to help him with his motorcycle. The thing was clunky and heavy. What good was it when it didn't even work? Still, the creature did not want to part with it. It treated it as if it were a person. Burrows had never seen anything like it before. Well, he knew of men who cared a great deal for their car. But this, this was different. This vehicle actually seemed to have some sort of conscious, or at the very least an understanding what was happening around it.
It responded to the white mouse on multiple occasions through a series of bleeps or other noises. But other than that it did nothing and therefore was nothing more but a nuisance given their current situation. Burrows also didn't like the direction the alien had pointed towards. Those dark purple clouds looming behind them made his skin crawl. He knew something bad was going to happen, he just knew it.
"Look, mister van Wham. I can tell this bike is very dear to your heart. But for the sake of our own lives, I suggest we leave it behind for the time being and come back to fetch it as soon as those dark clouds near the horizon have disappeared. I will help you once I feel safe enough. You have my word on that."
His word? The word of a human agent? It meant nothing to Vinnie. Leave his baby behind? This man was out of his mind. Selfish to the core.
"How about I leave you behind instead? Face it, dude,- without me, you'll never make it. I know this planet,- well, not this part. But at least I have a chance of survival. You want to stick with me? We follow my plan. Got it?" Vinnie stuck his nose in the air and continued pushing his bike through the sand.
"What did you say?" Burrows arched an eyebrow and took a little sprint to gain up on Vinnie. "Did you just say you know this planet? I thought you didn't know where we were?"
Oh crap. Vinnie cursed and halted once again. Oh well, no harm in telling 'not Kevin' the truth. "I didn't at first, but I do now. Which is a good thing. For you that it. But that also means you ain't getting nowhere without my help."
"Good Lord, man!" The agent scoffed loudly. "You have made your point. Me, puny human. You, powerful mouse."
"That's right, don't you forget it." Vinnie replied. "And to answer your question. We're on my home planet."
Burrows blinked, recalling the conversation he had with the creature earlier when he introduced himself. "Mars?"
"Mars."
"I'm very concerned you didn't deduce this earlier."
Vinnie shrugged. "Mars is a big planet, bub. Would you recognize Earth if you were standing in a place that looked unfamiliar to you?"
Burrows was about to say 'most likely' but in truth he wasn't sure. He figured he would. He'd seen many places, been to the darkest of caves and most dense jungles. Though nothing like this. It wasn't a fair question as he never could have imagined, not even in his wildest dreams, that he'd ever visit another planet!
He was about to open his mouth when a rumble sounded across the sky right above them. Quietly both him and Vinnie tilted their heads back to look up.
The dark red sky was changing within but a manner of seconds. It had started out as a thick colour. Blood red. Vinnie blinked once more and it had gotten even darker. Three seconds this lasted and before he knew it, the sky was no longer a heavy shade of crimson. It was purple now. Almost black. Like those weird shaped vegetable Charley showed him once. Those clouds had gained up on them, but how was that possible? They were rapidly being tossed into a vast darkness and they were nowhere near that rock formation yet.
"Oh man, this is not a good time." Vinnie muttered under his breath.
A clap of thunder echoed above them. The white mouse jumped and his tail flicked behind him nervously. He turned his gaze towards the agent, who'd lowered himself to the ground, holding his head with his hands. They were in the middle of an open area, accompanied by thunder and a fast turning blackness. It was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. He was actually feeling,- No.
Vinnie shook his head. Scared? Him? Never.
A bright light flashed and he quickly shielded his eyes from the flash with his arm. He could hear Burrows scream bloody murder next to him. Once the darkness had returned, Vinnie lowered his arm and looked around him. His jaw dropped and he took a step back. His already fast pacing heart pounded even more rapidly in his chest.
He had no idea what it was he was looking at. But it was huge. Sparkly even. Which was weird considering how dark everything else was. Vinnie put one foot forward and cocked his head. What on Mars was this thing? It stuck out of the sand, like a pillar. But it was shaped oddly and as tall as he was. It went up diagonally and then turned into a spiral. He stretched his arm and moved his hand closer, but at the very last minute he stopped as the smell of burned wood reached his nostrils.
Part of him wanted to touch the thing, but the closer he got, the warmer the surrounding area became. Vinnie blinked and retracted his hand. The lightning had done this, there was no doubt about it. A shiver ran down his spine. If the lightning were to hit him, he wouldn't live to see another day. They had to get out of here. Fast!
"KEVIN, GET UP!" Vinnie shouted as he jotted back to his bike.
"What the hell was that!?" Burrows shouted, not even realizing he'd been called by the wrong name once again.
"Death." The white mouse replied. There wasn't any way to sugar coat it.
Where the heck was he on Mars? He was even beginning to doubt that he was on the red planet. He couldn't recall anything like this ever happening. That, or his memory was acting up. It didn't matter, they had to leave. Their only hope being that rock formation. Vinnie pulled his bike upward and pushed her forward. Another clap sounded followed by bright light. Burrows screamed again, but Vinnie wasn't going to stop and look.
He didn't dare to.
But perhaps if he had turned his head just a little. If only for a few inches. Then maybe he would have noticed the sand shifting beside him. It was hard to tell in the surrounding darkness, even if he had looked he might not have seen it. It was like water, flowing down a stream. Vinnie's ears never failed him before and he would have heard the shift most definitely had there not be a thunderstorm going on around him and Burrows.
The sand began to relocate swiftly, moving to the left quicker and quicker. Vinnie suddenly slipped and landed on his side, the same thing happened to his motorcycle.
"Son of a,-!" He cursed.
"Mister van Wham! I'm stuck!" Burrows shouted a couple of feet behind him.
Vinnie couldn't make heads or tails of what was happening. But what he did know was that he couldn't seem to get up. His feet were stuck in the sand. In fact, his whole body began to move further down and into it. As if the sand was slowly swallowing him. His heart began to race.
"Quicksand. It's flippin' quicksand!" He breathed.
"Mister van,-"
He heard the agent call out to him but then stopping abruptly.
"Kyle? Agent!"
No response.
"Oh no." Vinnie's eyes widened as he felt pressure around his neck.
He was sinking. He was going under.
"BROS!"
The last thing Vinnie heard was sad bleep coming from his bike, who was undergoing with the same fate as her rider.
Freedom Fighter Base
The ebony haired mouse stared at the monitor in front of her. How many times had she tried to contact him in the past hour? Ten? Twenty? She'd lost count at some point. Why was nobody there except for an utter and complete silence? Had Throttle not promised her he'd be near the radio in case she needed him? Which he knew she did. They had to come up with a plan to get them to Mars.
"This is Mars calling Earth. Come in, Throttle?"
Static again. With a heavy sigh she dropped the microphone on her desk. This was taking too long. She'd given them half a day already. Surely they didn't need this much time to deal with the news Charley had shared with them? The news that she was with child. Pregnant. A happy occasion. If Charley had been Martian, the news would weigh much heavier. But this was common amongst Earthlings, was it not? They got pregnant easily.
Carbine paused and shook her head. No, that was unfair thinking on her part. This wasn't just any common situation. Charley was pregnant from one of their own. Modo Maverick. Good ol' Modo. A Martian and Earther hybrid? What would that even look like? What would the entire pregnancy look like? Was it even possible to develop without complications?
The Martian female raised her thin fingers and rubbed the side of her nose. What would it even look like? She repeated once more. Eventually, Carbine reached for the microphone again and placed it near her mouth.
"Come in, Throttle! This is Carbine calling. Come on, Throttle. ANSWER ME, DAM,-"
"Reading you loud and clear, Carbine." A female voice answered from the other side. Charley.
Immediately the mouse shifted in her seat and leaned forward. "Thank goodness. I've trying to reach you guys for an hour already! Is Throttle there? I need to talk to him.
For a couple of seconds the line went quiet until Charley spoke again. "That's going to be a little bit difficult."
"Difficult?" Carbine repeated.
"He's no longer here."
"He's not? Where is he?"
"We took the liberty of carrying out part of a possible option we discussed the last time we spoke. Using Limburger's transporter." Charley explained. "We decided it was better to head out straight away and not wait for your call."
"Wait, wait, hold up,-" Carbine blinked with confusion. She wasn't entirely sure what Charley was telling her, but it sounded as if Throttle had gone through with his own idea.
"You telling me that Throttle and Modo went to that Plutarkian?" Carbine asked.
"We all did. But only Throttle went through. If I did everything correctly, he's on Mars right now."
In that moment, her heart stopped. Nearly dropping the microphone, Carbine slumped back in her chair. He was where? Throttle was home? He was back on Mars? She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"Carbine?"
"I'm here." She replied softly.
"I don't know his exact location, but it should be near the base. Perhaps you can reach him somehow?"
She probably could. If he was near them, she could reach him easily. But then what? This was happening faster than the Martian female had anticipated. Throttle was already on Mars? Ready to join Stoker's search party for Vinnie. This changed everything. Charley was right, she had to locate Throttle as soon as possible. Carbine jumped out of her seat and rested one of her hands on the surface of her desk.
"I'll do just that. Thanks for everything, Charley." She was about to disconnect, when she remembered something. Something she hadn't been able to tell them yet. "Oh, before I go. We came up with a plan of picking you guys up from Earth. And if you and Modo are still up for it, we were thinking of sending Rimfire with one of our ships?"
Carbine's question came as a surprise. Well, not really. She knew how Modo felt about this. He wanted to go to Mars too. But not without her. If she hadn't been pregnant, she would be on Mars right now with Modo and Throttle. But she didn't dare use the transporter in her state. She felt it irresponsible. Now there was a possibility for her to actually go to the red planet on safer terms. But why was she feeling so queasy all of a sudden?
She was thankful Modo wasn't down in the garage with her. He was actually upstairs, preparing a bath for her. A bath! Charley swallowed the lump which had formed in her throat. Carbine wanted an answer and soon.
"Can I get back to you on that? I,- I need to talk with Modo first." She asked.
"Oh, yeah sure. I'll contact you three hours from now? Will that be enough?"
Charley nodded. "Thanks, Carbine. I hope Throttle gets to the base soon. I'll talk to you later. Earth out."
With that said, the connection was broken and the screen had gone dark. Carbine felt a little bit confused with regards to Charley's reaction when she told her about Rimfire. Was she still afraid traveling to Mars would be dangerous for her unborn child? Or was it something else? It was hard to tell, but she didn't look enthusiastic about it.
It didn't matter. There were other things to worry about at the moment. Throttle was on his way and Carbine needed to prepare herself mentally for all that was to come. He would know something would be off. It wouldn't take long for him to deduce that she'd slept with somebody else. The real question was, how he would react to it? Was he going to be upset? Most likely.
Would he be able to forgive her and give their relationship a second chance? She wasn't even sure if she wanted that to happen.
But she herself had felt a pang of jealousy when she confronted him about his relationship with Izzy. If Stoker hadn't opened his big mouth, the mere thought of Throttle cheating would have never entered her mind. It wasn't in his nature. He was loyal. Trustworthy. Alright, there was that tiny fear she used to have of him being interested in Charley, but after having met her, Carbine banished that thought immediately.
However, with Izzy it was different. When she asked Throttle if he'd slept with the woman, he told her no. And she believed him. It was easy for Carbine to red the strong tanned furred mouse. She could see right through him, and that was exactly what happened when she asked him if the thought of ever bedding Izzy had crossed her boyfriend's mind. Though he hadn't really given a solid yes or no, she could hear it in his voice how he really felt.
Carbine walked towards the door of her office and opened it. The second she did a sound went off behind her. An alert. She didn't even bother to check it, feeling in her guts that it was coming from one of the watchtowers that a familiar someone was probably on his way towards the Freedom Fighter Base.
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Throttle was almost near the entrance of the base when he slowly squeezed the brakes and came to a halt. He planted his feet in the dark orange sand and removed his helmet. He was home. For real this time. No doubt he'd been spotted already by one of the soldiers. Pretty soon everybody would be made aware of his return. It had been quite some time since he'd been here. A warm welcome was what he was hoping for, but he knew not everyone would be giving one to him.
He also wouldn't be able to enjoy coming home for too long. There was work to do. He had to join the search party bound for Boreas as soon as possible. He had no idea if one had been set up already or if one had and they were already gone by now. He knew time was of the essence, yet Throttle couldn't help himself to stop and take a breather for a minute.
One of the things he needed to do was see Carbine. Try to make some sense of his head and heart when it came to her. But she wasn't the only one he wanted to see. An image of Izzy entered his thoughts. It had been a while since he last saw her. A couple of weeks, but it felt longer than that. When he saw her on the monitor standing next to Carbine, he couldn't deny the slight tug in his gut. It would make things easier if he probably avoided seeing Izzy altogether, but deep down he knew that was impossible and he wasn't even sure he wanted to.
With a deep sigh and a heavy heart, he placed his helmet back on his head and continued his way into the Freedom Fighter Base.
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"What do you mean 'he is here'?" Stoker narrowed his eyes as he pressed a button on his communicator.
"He's on Mars. Apparently those three decided to carry out their plan of using Limburger's transporter. But only Throttle went through." Carbine's voice crackled through the small device.
"Unbelievable,-" The older mouse muttered under his breath with surprise.
With Throttle being back on Mars, a number of things were about to change. First of all, the chances of finding Vinnie just increased. Throttle was one of the most experienced mice in the field and even though he'd thankfully never been to Boreas, Stoker knew if anybody had a surviving chance it would be that mouse. He couldn't have come at a better time.
"Where is he?" Stoker asked.
"I don't know, but I think he's already near. I'm heading to the inner courtyard to see if he's there. I assume you'll be joining me?" Carbine replied questioningly.
"I'll be right there. Stoker out."
The line went quiet and the hazel coloured mouse took a step back, grabbing his vest before heading out the door. There was no time to waste. With Throttle here the team was more than complete. He needed to update him on everything they knew of and prep his bike for the harsh conditions they were going to face up North. There was no telling if they were to get out of there alive, and with two additional people. Vinnie and that human who was with him.
Stoker headed down the tunnel and took a left turn. There he stopped right before the first door on his right and looked through the circular window. It was a room not many Martians were allowed in. Only ones that he trusted. It was a place Carbine had arranged for him, or not so much for him, but for Izzy actually. After Stoker had convinced her to come to Mars with him, and after hearing his stories about what the planet used to look like, Izzy had come up with this idea. Something harmless to try out. Though if she were to succeed, something that could change Mars for the better.
Carbine showed it to them yesterday, a few hours after Charley announcing to them she was pregnant and after Stoker had told Izzy that he wasn't going to let her join him with the search for Vinnie.
The room was of medium size. Silver coloured. It reminded him a little bit of a laboratory, something he wasn't fond of, but he knew this was only a temporary situation. If all things went according to plan, the room would look a whole lot different in a couple of months. There were multiple metal pots and glass bulbs situated alongside the walls. Each of them field with dirt and Martian sand. Metal storage shelves positioned in the centre of room, with small vials and little green plants.
It couldn't have come at a better time and he thanked Carbine deeply for it. This was exactly what could keep Izzy occupied while he was out there searching for Vinnie. Something to distract her and keep her away from all of the soldiers roaming the base.
Stoker could already feel the warmth of the room coming through the door. He'd been in there once already. It was humid. Another thing he didn't enjoy, but apparently it was a necessary environment for those things to grow in. His eyes searched the room until they landed on a female crouched down in front of a glass bulb.
Stoker flicked his tail and swallowed the lump in his throat as he followed the outline of her body from head to toe. She wasn't wearing a lot of coverage. The room was too warm for that, though Stoker thought she could have at least wear a pair of long pants. He felt conflicted looking at her like this. On one hand he was proud and wanted nothing more than to show his fellow soldiers how beautiful his girlfriend was, but on the other he was also worried what it might stir within them. Especially when she looked like this, with her honey coloured hair tied up in a messy bun which made it possible for one to see tiny beads of sweat cascading down her neck.
He knocked on the window and immediately Izzy looked towards him, her mouth forming a smile. Stoker stepped inside as she headed his way and he shut the door behind him.
"Hi, gorgeous." He greeted her warmly, sliding his tail up her leg and gently wrapping it around her waist. "Figured I'd find you here."
"Most likely. I still can't get my mind around it. Carbine really kept her word with providing a place for me to try this out."
Stoker shrugged. "Well, it is in all our interests. The Martians, the planet. Plus, Carbine actually loves this sort of stuff."
"That ought to explain all the good tips she gave me regarding Martian sand. Tricky stuff and I'm no scientist. Not a botanist either, just a green thumb."
"A green what?" The brown mouse arched his brow as his eyes lowered down towards Izzy's hands.
"Expression. Having a green thumb means you're good with plants. Not an actual thumb that's green coloured." She explained, showing her righthanded thumb. Stoker grabbed it and gently pressed a kiss against it.
"Mmm. I prefer it like this anyway."
"Funny."
The mouse cleared his throat. "Yeah,- speaking of funny. You'll never guess whose here."
Izzy cocked her head and gave him a puzzled look. "Someone I know?"
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He was expecting some sort of a welcome, but nothing as crowded as this. The second Throttle rode his bike into the inner courtyard, ready to park it at one of the workplaces for a check-up, he was greeted by an ensemble of mice. All cheering, clapping him on the back, shaking his hands and welcoming him home. It was difficult to stop the smirk adorning his face. Despite being on Mars for a serious life or death matter, he couldn't help but revel in this warm-hearted welcome by his fellow Martians.
Among them was Rimfire, surprised to see him. Apparently Carbine and Stoker had decided to sent him towards Earth to pickup him, Modo and Charley. A great idea, hopefully one they were more than willing to accept. Though knowing Modo he probably would. But honestly Throttle hoped that by the time his one-eyed brother would get here, Vinnie would already have been found. The longer they waited, the less likely it was that loudmouthed mouse was still alive.
The other mouse standing next to Modo's little nephew, was Havoc. A familiar face, one Throttle hadn't seen in a long time. But they'd been in battles together more than he could count. Apparently during his absence Havoc had been promoted to Sergeant Major. One of the highest ranks they had. He looked a lot like Modo, though leaner. Maybe even a little taller than him.
Throttle couldn't dawdle for too long, he had to get to Carbine or Stoker asap. Many of the Freedom Fighters wanted nothing more than to share drinks and stories with him, but he had to get out there and find his bro.
"I know you'll find Vinnie, Throttle." Rimfire told him supportively. "Now that you're here, Stoker will have more than enough help to head out to Boreas safely. Course, not me. I'll be going someplace else."
"A very important job, cuz. Don't you forget it." Havoc, Modo's cousin smiled at his nephew.
Throttle nodded in agreement. "I guess I'd better head up to Carbine's office. As well as find Stoker along the way. I take it you're joining the search party?"
Havoc frowned. "Me? No, I'm staying behind. Chief's orders. Stoker wants me here."
Throttle was a little surprised to hear that. This was an important mission, one that many mice probably wanted in on. But Stoker had asked Havoc specifically to stay behind? He couldn't help but noticed a change in the guy's voice, but he couldn't make out if he was relieved or disappointed.
"Is that what you want?" The tan furred mouse asked.
"He caught me off guard, but he needs me behind for a reason. To take care of Isabel. Make sure nothing happens to her when he's out there rescuing Vinnie. A job I'm more than willing to carry out."
Take care of Isabel? Throttle had definitely heard him correctly. So, Stoker was the one leading the search party. He hadn't been entirely certain about it. If it were him he would have thought twice about it. But Stoker was who he was and Throttle wasn't that shocked by it. But to leave Izzy alone at the base with all these soldiers, hardly any women, and she wasn't even Martian. He wouldn't feel comfortable at all. Part of him also didn't like the way Havoc called Izzy by her full name. Nor the latter comment he'd made.
But it was Stoker's choice and if he trusted Havoc enough, then who was he to doubt the decision?
"Oh, seems you no longer have to look for them, Throttle. There they are." Rimfire suddenly said, pointing to the left. Sure enough there were the three people Throttle was here for. Stoker, Izzy and Carbine, making their way through the crowd.
He was incredibly thankful for the fact that he had to wear his specs at all times. His eyes shifted between the three of them multiple times, not knowing where to look or who to greet first. This was nuts, why was he even giving this any thought? It was logical who he had to greet first and it was that very same person who reached him before the others. Carbine.
"Surprise, Carbine." He greeted her huskily, arms stretched out, ready to give her a hug.
"A little heads up would have been nice, you know." She replied, not sounding as angry as he thought she would. She actually stepped forward and let him give her a swift but short embrace. "Welcome home, Throttle."
"I couldn't believe it when she told me." Stoker bellowed as he slapped him on his shoulder. "Glad to see you, punk. Not a moment too soon."
Throttle chuckled, feeling a little self conscious being around his former coach once more. They'd parted on sort of good terms, but nowhere near what their relationship once was. Still, considering the current circumstances, neither of them were the type to linger on their emotions.
"Figured this was the best move. Wasn't going to let you have all the credit with saving that mouse." Throttle replied, punching Stoker just as hard on his upper arm.
He was about to turn around and greet Izzy, but just as he moved she was already there. With her arms wrapped around him and a tight squeeze following suit. His mouth went dry immediately and Throttle dared not to breath. Oh, he knew all eyes were on him right there and then. Shit. This was exactly what he'd wanted to avoid.
"Whoa, hey there, lady. Do I know you?" He said jokingly, trying to say something as light-hearted as possible.
Izzy pulled back and looked up at him. "Hilarious. You better be joking." Though the small grin on her face told him that she knew he was. "It's nice to see a familiar face."
"Likewise." Throttle breathed.
Oh, dear Goddess, give me strength. Her scent was actually managing to tickle his senses. She was sweating, he could feel it on his fur. Taste it on his tongue. Throttle had convinced himself he would have been able to withstand every little yearning his body was pushing into his mind. It had been but a fortnight without being physically near her. Out of sight, out of mind. That's what humans said, right?
But who was he kidding. He kept Izzy's goodbye letter in his nightstand. Her picture on his person,- Oh crap, the picture. He hadn't thought about that when he left Earth. Throttle quickly offered the woman in front of him a swift smile before pushing her back and crossing his arms over his chest.
"Well,- I'm here now. Ready for action." He said out loud turning his gaze to Stoker. He had to get out of here. Focus on the task at hand. "How's about you and I have a talk and find that loudmouthed bro of ours?"
Think I'm going to leave it here. I sincerely hope it won't take me this long to update next time!
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