Disclaimer: Again I own nothing but my own characters in this or any other of my fanfics. All the original settings and characters belong to their creators.
Setting: This Chapter starts about a month after Blade and Angel escape.
Rated PG/PG13
The Blade and Angel Saga: Chapter 1
By Jcdracon
Copyright Jcdracon 2001 All Rights Reserved
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Laser cannons roared, blasters flared, and Throttle cursed. Why hadn't he seen this coming? He should have seen this set up a mile away! Ever since the Big Cheese's tower collapsed last month, (Which for once they hadn't caused) he'd been too quiet.
Nothing had been happening, nothing. The Stink Fish hadn't so much as jay walked in weeks. He and his bros had been so bored that when Charley girl was kidnapped they hadn't thought twice about rushing strait to the rescue, and strait into a trap.
He hadn't realized there were this many hired guns in Illinois, much less in Chicago. And judging by the firepower they were packing, Karbunckle had been a busy little psychopath. So far they were holding their own but it could go either way, and he couldn't see Charley anywhere. Dang, he didn't want to die here, in some dark dingy warehouse. All he could do was count on his Lady to see him through and pray to whatever gods were listening that Charley would be okay.
A searing pain in his shoulder let him know two things before he hit the ground. One, the blast of one of the goon's toys had knocked him off his bike, and two, DAMMIT!!!! Those things hurt!!!
Before he could get up a large, heavy, greasy boot came down on his chest. Knocking the air out of him and pinning him to the ground. He looked up into the blaster barrel pointed at his head.
"Hey dare mousey," Greasepitt sneered, "long time no see."
"Not long enough you walking oil slick."
" Yeah? Lets see how tough yeas is once I put a couple a holes in yeas."
" Gentlemen," a snide voice interrupted, "Is that any way to speak in front of a lady?"
From the shadows Limburger appeared, holding Charley in front of him with a blaster underneath her chin. "Now where were we? Ah yes I remember, You rambunctious rodents were going to surrender. Unless you'd enjoy seeing you're charming female friend loose her head."
Vinnie and Modo slowly lowered their weapons and allowed themselves to be surrounded.
"There now that's better. Now, there is just one thing I'd like to know, WHERE ARE THEY?"
The mice looked at each other in confusion " What in the nine hells are you talkin about Stink Fish?!" Vinnie asked, voicing what they were all thinking.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about vermin," the plutarcian raged, "The female fur balls which escaped, I know you've been hiding them, now WHERE ARE THEY?!!!"
"I do believe he's referring to us Ange." A soft, cold female voice spoke from the darkness surrounding them.
" I do believe you're right Blade. Fur balls, you'd think if he was going to insult us he'd have the decency to do it to our faces." Another feminine voice said this one with a youthful tinkling sound.
"No, for that he'd have to be decent to begin with."
"True."
Limburger began to sweat, and glance around nervously. "Where are you?!" his voice was tinged with fear, "Show yourselves!"
"AWW, is the big bad plutarcian scared?" the icy female voice asked, "You should be."
A dark shadow detached itself from the wall and before any of Limburger's goons could react a tall female mouse appeared behind their commander.
One arm wrapped around his throat, pressing against his windpipe, in her fist she held a long deadly looking dagger to the side of his neck. In her other hand she kept a blaster trained on the crowd in front of her.
"Now," she said in a calm detached tone, "You are all going to back off or I will do two things. First I'm going two put a king-sized hole in anyone who moves, and second I am going to gut your boss like the Stink Fish he is. You all got that?"
None of the lackeys moved.
"Good." She smiled coldly and focused most of her attention on her captive, "You are going to listen to me very carefully and do exactly what I say, Fish. You are going to let the human go and let her get a safe distance away. Then you are going to tell your thugs to back off and allow the mice to get their weapons and bikes, Okay?"
Limburger slowly relaxed his hold on Charley. The female mouse watched dispassionately as the human woman stumbled away, disappearing into the darkness. She tightened her hold on the plutarcian until he croaked out "Do it." To his waiting troops.
The ring of armed men surrounding Vinnie and Modo slowly backed away, letting them retrieve their bikes and weapons without incident. Greasepitt removed his foot from Throttle's chest. And all eyes stayed locked on the director of this little play.
" Bravo, miss mouse." Limburger said "But I'm afraid you've forgotten one little thing."
"And that would be?"
"Me." Wheezed a voice from behind her.
The mouse leapt sideways as Karbunckle fired the laser cannon, leaving a charred hole where she had been standing. Without hesitation she dove into the crowd, taking out as many as she could by slashing with her knife, firing her blaster and keeping them between her and Karbunckle's cannon.
The bros leapt into action, each mouse using the surprise of the female's attack to his advantage. Throttle soon found himself fighting close to her and couldn't help a slight feeling of awe as he watched her fight. She was constantly in motion as she fought and disabled her opponents coldly and efficiently. And once they were down they stayed down, he couldn't help wincing as one man dropped and curled into the fetal position from a kick to his most vulnerable area.
Two black motorcycles roared towards them, Throttle recognized his but had never seen the other. His female comrade in arms mounted easily and kept their opponents occupied while he dragged himself up onto Lady. He fought the dizziness that threatened to overwhelm him, His shoulder throbbed and he was weak from the blood loss.
Finally, the goon squad pulled a retreat, the furry quartet watched as the last of them squealed off into the night.
Vinnie and Modo then started to cheer, and with a crow of elation Vinnie slapped Throttle on the shoulder. He crumpled with a groan. The white and gray mice looked at each other in horror as they noticed the bloody wound in their friend's shoulder.
Quickly, the female mouse pulled a first aid kit out of her bike's storage compartment and stripped the tan mouse out of his vest. Propping him up she applied pressure to the wound and bandaged it.
"There, it's not much but it will do the job until we can take care of him properly." she said, "He'll have to ride with one of you."
"Wait a second, where's Charley girl?" Vinnie asked impatiently.
"Don't worry, I had Angel take her back to her home. We should hurry, they'll be getting worried," She turned and mounted her bike, Vinnie did the same while Modo sat Throttle in front of him.
"Who are you?" The snow colored mouse demanded.
"Oh," She said, "Just call me Blade."
They raced off into the night.
