Holy Mother of Toast! I didn't think I was gonna get this one done! It may not be as long as the last one, but it sure as heck more informative! wipes sweat off Geez! It is now…12:15 AM. I love you all way too much…you know that? Actually, I've been thinking about this chapter ever since I started this fic…ehehe…Anyway, the next chappie's gonna be a real good one. But for now, your gonna have to listen to the long arse story that Julie tells. Mwahaha!

Oh, and yes, Julie is based off of my friend. I felt that I needed to acknowledge her somehow…and I thought, 'Hey! Fanfic!' So…yeah.

Disclaimer: I do not own Biker Mice From Mars, cause if I did, there would be a decent black woman role in there! I do own Motor Mouth, Streak, Julie, and Ms. A…so bleh.

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Julie took a sip of tea, watching the other's over the cups rim. She sighed, and placed the cup on the table, before towering her fingers and closing her eyes. Putting her feet on the table, she teetered on the back of the chair's legs.

"…I can only tell you so much…" Her brown hair framed her pale face, and she pushed up the glasses that had found their way to the tip of her nose. There was a small, pulsating vein at her forehead.

Modo slammed his fist onto the table, causing the cup of tea to leap. "You'll tell us everything you know about this Streak!" He bit back a few choice words when Motor Mouth gave him a pout-glare.

This sudden command didn't even faze the woman, and she sighed once more. She wanted to tell them everything, it would be so easy. But she knew that if Streak were in her place, that stubborn biker wouldn't say one word.

"I only know so much information…I'll tell you what I can." A shadow of a smile crept onto her face, "But not with that tone of voice, big boy."

He glared at her, and crossed his arms. She might have valuable information, and he didn't need to be loosing his temper at a lady, anyway. His mother would have popped him in the side of the head. "Go on…Ma'am."

Throttle scratched his chin, and motioned to her, "One question…Why'd you threaten Charlie? I mean…hold her hostage n' all..?"

The slightly amused look left Julie's face, "…I thought you wouldn't give me Motor Mouth…We could have…traded." There was a dark way in which she said this, but it was only caught by Throttle, who narrowed his eyes.

"I see."

Raking over her body with his eyes, Vinnie leaned against the table, "Hey, I gotta question!" he seemed stern, until he sent the woman a charming smirk, "You doin' anything tonight, Sweetheart?"

"VINNIE!" Everyone yelled at his actions, except Motor Mouth and Julie.

The barkeep actually found this quite funny, and laughed behind her hands. "If your friend's let me leave here alive..we'll see…" She winked, earning an evil look from the child next to her.

Glaring at his younger bro, Throttle muttered so that only his companion could hear him, "We don't flirt with the suspect, Vincent."

"Can you blame me? She's got curves for miiiiiiles…" the white mouse defended himself in a singsong voice that was shamelessly loud enough for everyone to hear. It wouldn't have been as bad, if he hadn't made an hourglass shape with his hands.

Modo rested a firm hand on his bro's shoulder, and squeezed, "We should let the lady talk….right?" His grip tightened, painfully so. He was on pins and needles, and wanted to know everything this woman would tell them about Streak.

"Heh…Nice crowd you're runnin' with, Booger." Julie chimed, earning a glare from Charlie. She didn't like this new girl one bit, especially since she pressed a gun against her back just a few minutes before.

Pulling his two bro's apart, Throttle sighed, "Hey, break it up you two…" He made sure that they wouldn't start a rumble out of nowhere, before turning back to the brown haired beauty. "Julie, ma'am…If you can tell us," He didn't want to push her into silence, "What is goin' on?"

Running a hand through her bangs, she let out a low whistle. "You get right down to it, dontcha? Well…" She dropped her feet from the table, and sat normally. Leaning forward, she rested her hands on the table, "You guys may want to sit down…this story's a doozy." She waited until they were all seated before beginning her tale.

"See…It all started with Lawrence Limburger-"

Vinnie moaned, "Ugh! Doesn't everything?"

"…." Everyone glared at him for interrupting.

"Eheh..sorry…" He cleared his throat, and became serious, "Go on, ma'am."

"Thank you." She said, stiffly. "As I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted!"

"Lawrence Limburger…The scum of Chi-town, is diggin' up our land, right? Seems like he only wants choice pieces…someone's pushing him, and we're the one's getting shoved around." She blinked when Vinnie raised a hand, and Julie bit back a giggle. "Yeah?"

"Who's 'we'?"

She nodded, "You know…us! We! The people that live in the slums of Chicago! We can't really fight back…most of my neighborhood is full of druggies, or criminals, or just people who got in the wrong crowd." Julie crossed her arms, looking up, as if she had to think a lot before speaking again.

"But the slums; dirty, nasty, and just down right unpleasant…turns out the crappier the living, the richer the soil is in nutrients! Ol' Stink-arse gets a load of this info, and starts tearing down houses. Nothin' new, right?"

The other's nodded, exchanging glances here and there. It did sound like something that Plutarkian scum would do. He had been doing it for a long while now.

She continued, "But now he's doing it without warning. Like my neighbors, the McFaley's, woke up one morning, and Limburger's sitting there with a bunch of bulldozers! No notice or nuthin'!"

Charlie scowled, "What? …That's totally illegal! He can't do that, even if he is rich!" She seemed confused, and Julie lifted her hand.

"Lemme finish explainin'…" Taking a deep breath, probably to calm her nerves, the brown haired woman began to clarify things.

"The McFaley's had a druggie for a daughter…and there was talk that they smuggled Coke. If they went to the police, they'd get busted. The same goes for the rest of the community…Their either too scared or got reasons to avoid the Pigs."

"What about you…? Why didn't you go to the police? You're clean, right?" Throttle inquired a thick level of suspicion in his voice.

"Hey? Don't go jumpin' down my throat!" Julie growled, and narrowed her eyes, "I'm trying to help you out here! So hush up, or I may….forget…things."

Motor Mouth placed her hand on the angry woman's arm, "Please, Julie…"

"For you, Booger." Her eyes softened, and she ruffled the girl's hair affectionately, before glaring at Throttle.

"Yeah, I'm clean. But for people like me; who don't got nuthin' to hide, he threatens. You saw my bar, right? My old man gave it too me when he passed away…It's the only thing I got…" Her voice lowered, and though it was still audible, it was clearly filled with pain. She snapped out of it as quickly as she could.

"Limburger said that if I went to the police, he'd tear my bar to pieces…And I stayed quiet for a while, runnin' my joint and watching other people suffer." She noted the looks on the mice's face, and gazed at her hands. "I'm not proud of it…not in the least. That's why Streak could talk me into helpin' so quickly."

At the mention of Streak, Modo instantly sat up. Maybe now he was getting somewhere, and would be able to track that low-life down. His reaction was noted by the barkeep, and she chose her words wisely before maintaining her story. Already, she was getting way in over her head.

'Oh goddess…if Streak find's out I'm telling them this much…my butt is toast!' she bit at her thumb nail, gathering up the courage to go on. She was reaching a touchy subject, not for her though. Her story was getting rather close to the information Streak wanted to keep under wraps.

"Old Ms. A….That's Motor Mouth's Mom. Wow, say that five times fast…anyway, she was the best. Gave food and shelter to anyone that'd need it…not to mention the best Bike Jockey I've ever met!" Julie ignored the scathing glare sent her way by Charlie, "Yep…She lived in that big ol' house, with Motor Mouth and any tenants she had."

"When Limburger wanted her place, he couldn't find anything to blackmail her with. Ms. A. was as clean as a whistle, and just as loud. He tried to pay her off, and she wouldn't take it. When he tried to tear it down by force, she held a phone in her hands the whole time, ready to call the cops…" Her voice held awe, and her eyes shone as she thought of the bravery of her idol. Still, she spoke, looking off into the distance as she remembered.

"And he couldn't do anything about it. She was wonderful, and there was no way he was gonna get her place…until…" Her fists clenched, and she winced, feeling her nails slice into them. "That…That…He took her!" Julie banged the table with her fist, much like Modo had before, "That low down dirty scum took her, and was gonna kill Motor Mouth if she didn't sign the place over to him…"

This was clearly news to the child, and she stared at Julie with wonder. Her mommy was still in trouble, and they were just sitting around? Tears were beginning to well up in her eyes, when she thought of what Streak would say. 'Stay strong, ya brat. Don't let 'em see your weakness.' So Motor Mouth bit her lip, and held in the tears.

Julie, however, had giant watery eyes, and her voice hitched as she explained. "Y-ya see, there ain't any record of her havin' another kid…So of coarse he thought he was home free, with the Booger n' all …" She wiped at her eyes, though it did little good. "Streak n' her have different dads, so of coarse he wouldn't know 'bout another kid…" She let out a low, hollow chuckle, "Streak was comin' up from New York…visiting Chi-town, when they kidnapped Ms. A." Her shoulders shook, and she hid her face in her hands. She shouldn't be crying, Streak wouldn't have…

"Ma'am…?" the voice was in her ear, and almost caused her to jump.

She lifted her head, looking into Modo's eye so full of kindness. He patted her shoulder, and gave her a weak smile. It was difficult for him, to comfort the accomplice of the person he hated the most. But behind that lone fact, this woman was hurting, deeply. "You don't have to go on, if ya don't want too…"

Regaining her composure, she lifted her glasses to wipe her eyes, "No, no…You care for the Booger as much as I do. You have every right to know what's goin' on." She said this sternly, taking deep breaths to calm herself.

"…Anyway, Streak came just in the nick of time, to snatch Motor Mouth outta the greasy hands of that over-sized monkey…Grease Pit or somthin' like that."

"He smelled funny, and was real slippery." The child added, happy to be able to understand this part of the story. She remembered it quite well.

"Right. Turns out, that if Ms. A's out of commission, Streak gets the house. And as much as it's worth, Streak doesn't want the place…just wants Ms. A back. In fact, Limburger said he'd trade, but I know that old biker woman wouldn't want a child of hers to give up like that. And Streak knows that too."

She sighed, and motioned to the three mice, "So, Streak left Booger with you guys. Seems that Miss Davison is the most trustworthy person around…That was good enough to be dropped off with this little monster." Julie ruffled the girl's hair, causing her to let out a giggle.

Throttle nodded, eyes opening as she finished her story. It sure was a lot to take in, though things were starting to make sense. Now, he couldn't exactly pin-point his anger on Streak anymore. They guy was just lookin' out for his family. "You sure have been through a lot…but why now?"

Charlie, who had been staring at Julie intensely, blinked at his question. It took her a moment, before she realized what he was asking. "Hey…yeah…If he threatened your bar, why are you risking it by coming and telling us this?"

The woman stood, and gave them all a scathing glare, "He's tearing it down tomorrow anyway…So, there's no point." She turned to walk out, before her hand was caught by a smaller one. Julie looked down, and saw Motor Mouth looking up at her, tears streaming down her face.

"Did you loose your bar 'cause of me?"

Her heart melted, and the former-barkeep fell to her knees, hugging the small child. Motor Mouth began to cry, and she rubbed the girls back soothingly, "No, honey…I didn't loose the bar because of you." Her voice cracked, trying to be strong for the both of them.

"Julie…?" The child spoke through the tears.

"Y-yeah, booger?"

"Just shut up and cry…"

The brown-haired woman began to laugh, but it progressed into tears. She clutched the girl in a fierce hug, and they both sobbed.

The mice didn't know what to say. They didn't know what to do. All that they knew was that Limburger had gone too far this time. And that they needed to stop him for good. But right now, they were helpless, and could only stare at the floor at the mingled whimpers of a woman and child.

"Hey…" Charlie was by their side, and hugged them both before sighing. "When you guys feel up to it, I'll make you some more tea…okay?"

Julie smiled through her sadness, and nodded as Motor Mouth continued to cry. "Thank you, Miss…I'd like that. And her throat's gonna be as sore as hell when she's done…" Though able to talk, she dropped her head onto the child's shoulder, tiredly.

The mechanic stood, a small sad smile on her face. She turned around, although her body went rigid when a cold voice called out.

"Aw…what do we have here? A friken sobbing circle?" The voice was foreign, and held anger and confusion. Though slightly muffled by the motorcycle helmet, it was clearly someone that wasn't happy. "Get up you two. You both are pitiful!"

Julie stood eyes wide as she held a still sniveling Motor Mouth to her body. Her posture screamed fear, but her eyes held hope as she looked upon the figure in the doorway. It took Motor Mouth a moment, but soon she was running towards the stranger.

She latched onto the person's leg, and was crying into it. The cold and calculating voice rang out once more, "Get off! You're ruinin' my pants!"

Though the child didn't let go, but held on tighter, grinning at the familiar tone of voice. "Streak! You came back!"

And that's when all hell broke loose.