Confrontations- Chapter 7
Throttle, Vinnie, and Modo heard all the commotion. They saw a small foot kick a guard in the stomach knocking him to the side. They saw Carbine and Charley run in.
"You guys okay?" Carbine asked, as she and Charley approached their cell. The mice were too busy staring at them to answer. The two girls were still dressed in some very provocative revealing clothing that left little to the imagination.
Carbine wore a short red tank like top decorated with red sequins and red thin pantaloons. Charley was arrayed the same except her outfit was purple. The Biker Mice stared at them in disbelief.
"What's the matter with you guys?" Charley asked, "Cat got your tongues?"
"Sweetheart...trying for a new look?" Vinnie asked.
"Quit it. Torris made us wear these trashy outfits." She explained.
"Trashy outfits? I like them. Turn around. Let me see the back!" Vinnie howled.
"I'll show you the back of my fist if you don't shut up!" Charley cried out, fist clenched.
"Can you open the door?" Carbine asked Throttle.
"The bars are made of Plutarkian steel. So no dice, babe." He replied.
Suddenly, a black motorcycle crashed through the floor. Its drill bit cut a huge hole near their cell.
"This a private party or can anyone crash in?" Stoker joked.
"Stoker! Thank the Mother of Mars!" Carbine cried out, "The guys are in a cell made of Plutarkian steel!"
"No problem." Rosalie replied, sticking a small gray plastic explosive on the door of their cell.
"Everyone, get down!" She cried.
Everybody crouched down and looked away as the explosive went off blowing away the cell door.
"Why use a key when you can blast your way out?" She said.
"Sweetheart..you got style!" Vinnie said, highfiving her.
"You know it, babe." She replied.
Vinnie thought he caught a seductive, "come hither" look in the young woman's eyes. It wasn't the first time he caught her checking him out. And who could blame her? Vinnie and his two bros were three of the hottest guys on Mars. Besides, Vinnie had a reputation for being a ladies' man or in this case, mouse. The mouse had more girlfriends than you could count. He was a heartbreaker as well as a self-proclaimed lady-killer. Plus, he was a horndog to the gills.
But right now, his attention was drawn to the fiery redhead.
"Thanks, doll." Vinnie said, giving her his trademark smile which consisted of a megawatt of pearly whites gleaming.
He knew he could charm the birds out of the trees with that smile. It gave him the response he was looking for.
"Sure. Any time." Rosalie replied, a blush in her cheeks as she smiled back.
Charley saw the way he glanced at the girl and looked away.
Well what did you expect? The guy's a player. Of course he's going to be attracted to the first pretty female with a pulse he sees. That's nothing new.
But she wondered why she was letting it bother her.
"I mean it's not like we're a couple." Charley told herself.
Vinnie glanced over and saw Charley watching them. His grin faded.
"Uh, yeah, thanks again." He said to Rosalie, quickly walking over to join his friends.
The girl looked puzzled at why he suddenly changed. He went from flirting with her to giving her the cold shoulder.
But before she could say anything more, she felt someone slap her on the back.
"You did good, Ros. You did real good." Spitfire told her.
"Sure did. Much obliged, ma'am." Modo said.
"Thanks. And it's Rosalie. Don't call me ma'am. It makes me sound like an old lady." She replied, smiling.
Vinnie didn't mean to treat the girl so coldly but he couldn't get Charley's stare out of his mind. He didn't like this feeling that he had.
"You Mice won't escape me!" Torris Rainer said, stumbling in, "Guards!'
Clones of Martian mice guards came running through weapons drawn.
"A rumble! Perfect! Just the thing to liven up my mood!" Vinnie thought.
Throttle fired his blasters knocking the weapons out of their hands.
"Sorry to ruin your day!" Vinnie said, throwing a flare at a crowd of guards knocking them into the air and against a wall.
Modo fired his laser cannon breaking the chains on their bikes.
The bikes came charging at the remaining guards who scattered and ran off.
"Come back, you fools!" Torris yelled, at the guards.
Within minutes, he was surrounded by the Biker Mice, Carbine, Stoker, Charley, Spitfire, and Rosalie.
"Give it up, Rainer. As General of the Martian Freedom Fighters, I hereby place you under arrest."Carbine said.
"You forgot about my Rat Enforcers." He told them, pressing a button on a remote. There before them were three large Enforcers.
"For someone who hates the interaction of rats and mice you sure don't practice what you preach." Charley said.
"I like power as well as recognizing a useful group of individuals I can use to my advantage." Torris replied, "I still don't agree with interaction between the rat population but I can use them to accomplish my many goals."
"Which are?" Carbine asked.
"Preserving the Martian Mouse race by cloning our people as well as becoming it's leader. But you Biker Mice are standing in the way. I can't let you do that. That's why this Gene Scrambler will splice your genes."
He fired a strange device at them but they pulled their friends to safety as well as got themselves out of the line of fire.
"We gotta take out that maniac now." Vinnie said.
"How we gonna do it? He's got that ray gun." Modo asked.
"Divide and Psyche maneuver number twenty-two." Throttle replied.
"Can we do twenty-three? I look so good doing that maneuver." Vinnie asked, eager as a kid at Christmas time.
"No. Twenty-two." Throttle said.
"Aw. Buzzkill." Vinnie sulked.
"I'll get you Biker Mice and your friends, too!" Torris raged, "Enforcers, find them!"
"Stay here." Throttle told Carbine and their other friends.
The Rats spread out. The Biker Mice hopped on their bikes.
"Come and get us, Ugh Faces!" Throttle cried out.
The Enforcers were super triggered and went after the mice.
Torris saw the mice and fired his Gene Splicer. The Biker Mice popped a wheelie and dove into the air. Unfortunately, for the Rats they had run into the line of fire. The ray struck the Enforcers.
"Nooooo!" Torris cried out.
The Enforcers turned into a useless blob of goo as they were all combined together.
"Ugh! That's disgusting!" Vinnie frowned, making a face.
Torris suddenly felt himself lassoed with a rope. Carbine held the other end.
"Like I said before. You're under arrest." She said, then to the Biker Mice with a smile, "Thanks, guys."