Limburger stood by the window in his office, watching the cars moving on the street below. The door creaked as it opened.
"What do you want, Limburger?"
Limburger twitched. Such a lack of respect there. He turned around and looked into the reflective faceplate at the pale grey eyes behind.
"I see you have failed to bring me the mice. Really, this is not good enough. I understand you're new here, but this sort of thing just doesn't happen in my establishment. You are costing me a great deal of money by being here, and I expect results. You wouldn't want me to report to the High Chairman, now would you?" Limburger smiled and tilted his head on one side. "I mean, why should I pay for incompetent hirelings when I can get them for free? You cost me far too much to be this useless...HUUURK!
The bio-soldier's arm whipped out, faster than Limburger could see, grabbed him about the throat and lifted him off the floor.
Limburger stared into the cold eyes of the bio-soldier leader.
"Limburger."
"Zzzgt?"
"Your incompetence is legendary. Do not attempt to intimidate me; it cannot be done."
"Ull...llrrr..rrr."
"We are here to bring back the mouse leader, Stoker. That is all. WE are not here to do work your lackeys are to stupid and too incompetent to do."
"Nnngrr-rrr, nngrrr."
"Now tell me, where will we find the Martians?"
"Gggnk" he rasped. "Rrr...sczz mee...ndd...rrrr..." The bio-soldier released his hold only enough for Limburger to breathe. He cleared his throat.
"My dear despicable bio-soldier," he squeaked, "what makes you think I would know the whereabouts of those rambunctious rodents and their loathsome leader?"
"Because you told that oily idiot you call a hireling to take some goons and hit their hideout. So where is it?"
Limburger cleared his throat again and contemplated calling Greasepit. He doubted the moron could do anything constructive, but he might distract the soldiers. Limburger looked into the cold grey eyes and decided not too. Besides, these soldiers might be able to do what his goons could not; destroy the Last Chance Garage, and possibly the mice and their annoying female companion.
"The mice are known to spend time with an Earthling female, the one you saw in Karbunkle's office. She has a garage in one of the neighbourhoods. One of my goons can show you."
"Very good Limburger." The soldier dropped him and he landed heavily on his ample bottom. "It's good to see you are not as stupid as you are supposed to be."
You'll pay for that, Limburger thought, and smiled. "I do hope you are successful in your mission."
"We are always successful," he said, and stalked out of the office.