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A Strange Affair-Chapter 19
Latoya Limburger was in her bedroom glancing at herself in the mirror. It had taken a good deal of planning and coaxing to convince the Exalted Ruler of Plutark to come meet her brother. She prayed Lawrence didn't ruin it for her. She was also eager to see his son Robespierre again. The first time they met was at a masquerade ball. He wore a red mask. Hers was a black mask. She didn't see his face.
"But he was a fine cut of a man." She thought.
Robespierre was a tall, slim Plutarkian male. Finely dressed and emaculate. A great dancer. He, unlike Limburger and the others, didn't reek of smelly fish odor. He actually bathed. Latoya was attracted to him immediately. She began avoiding the fat farms after that. She was also attracted to his family's wealth and their extravagant lifestyle. One she was already accustomed to.
"If Lawrence screws this up, I'll kill him!" She thought, angrily as a servant brushed her hair.
"Ow!" She screamed, yanking the brush out of her hand, "If I find one split end, you'll be fed to the Hydra!"
"Oh, no, please! Forgive me, Milady! It won't happen again!" The servant pleaded.
"Now get out!" She screamed, throwing the brush at the trembling servant. The poor woman bowed and ran out.
"It so hard to find good help these days." She sighed, patting her hair.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock on her door.
"Now what?" She screamed.
A male servant came in bowing.
"The Exalted Ruler's wife and her son Lord Robespierre have arrived, Lady Latoya." He said.
"His wife? Of course. His mother wants to meet the woman who was marrying her son." Latoya thought, trying with all her might to suck in the already obese stomach that stuck out like a sore thumb, "I should've known."
"They are in the guest hall with Lord Limburger."
"I'll be right there."
...
Modo stood still but he was nervous. Would they be able to pull this off? He saw the number of guards that patrolled the area. He wasnt too worried about his safety. If push came to shove he would blast his way out but he didn't want to endanger Minerva's safety. The rubber Plutarkian mask fit a little tightly on his large head. Thank goodness he had tucked the ends of it under the collar of the tunic he wore. Otherwise, Limburger would've seen through his disguise. Minerva was much more calmer. She wore a similar mask but it was much smaller and fitted nicely. She had already intercepted the star cruiser the real Exalted Ruler's family was on and had the coordinates changed on their landing schedule to land outside the city in a desert. The family was taken by Minerva's group. Modo and Minerva in full disguise had another Freedom Fighter disguised a Plutarkian and a pilot fly them to Limburger's castle.
Now Modo was a little shaky when he felt Minerva's hand touch his gloved non-metal hand.
"Relax." She whispered, gently squeezing it. A slight blush appeared on his face.
He smiled at her as his hand squeezed hers back. He calmed down immediately.
Then looked serious as Limburger approached them.
"I am glad to meet you, Lady Sturgeon. And you, young Robespierre. I had expected to meet the Exalted Ruler as well."
"My husband was called away on business and couldn't make it." Minerva aka Lady Sturgeon replied.
"Pity. I had no idea the High Exalted Ruler was married."
Everyone looked up to see Latoya Limburger stroll into the room. Or in her case, waddle in.
Modo made a face.
"Oh, momma...Genetics wasn't kind to this one." He thought.
Latoya was as ugly and obese as her brother. It didn't help that she had a face no mother could love. Modo felt sorry for any man who had to marry someone as homely as that.
"Talk about oooogly!" He laughed to himself, then straightened up. Ugly or not, his grey furred mamma had taught him never to speak badly about a woman.
"You seem in good spirits, Robespierre. Are you happy to see me?" Latoya asked, expectantly.
"Very." Modo lied.
She approached him. Modo drew back a little. Latoya smelt strongly of Plutarkian funk. A reeky odor that only months of soaking in a tub of soapy water and perfumes could remove.
"Once we're married, you'll be seeing me everyday, my love." She replied, hugging him.
Poor Modo had to stand there. He fought the urge to push her away.
"Oh, momma...what a revolting situation this turned out to be." He groaned.
"What was that, Robespierre?" She asked.
"I said what a riveting day this will be." He replied, out loud.
Minerva laughed. She had to hand it to him. The gray furred mouse knew to think on his feet.
...
Meanwhile, Throttle and the others watched the two mice disguised as Plutarkians on vidscreen keeping Limburger and his sister occupied.
"Okay, Lardbutt and Lady Lardbutt are kept at bay. Time for phase two of the plan. Vinnie, you take one group and take out the guards. I'll take another " Throttle said.
"Total wanton destruction! I live for moments like this!" Vinnie whooped.
"Is he always so keyed up?" Drexel asked.
"Afraid so." Throttle replied.
Vinnie charged at a battalion of soldiers firing missiles from his bike. The other Freedom Fighters followed suit firing their blasters exactly like the Biker Mice taught them.
"Oh, I'm a wild man!" Vinnie crowed, like the adrenaline junkie he was.
"Spirited kid." Throttle smiled, shaking his head, "Hope Modo and Piston can buy us some time."
Then Throttle mounted his own bike riding towards soldiers with an activated Nuke Knuckles, socking one soldier after another.
...
"What is going in?" Limburger asked, as the floor under the four occupants shook like they were experiencing an earthquake.
"Captain?" Limburger asked on vidcom, "What's happening down there?"
"Mi'lord Limburger! Martian Mice Freedom Fighters have stormed in! They have overcome our forces!" He cried out on the vidcom.
"Oh, Robespierre! Protect me from those nasty mice!" She cried, holding him.
"Sorry, Latoya, but he can't help you. Put up your hands!" Minerva said, pulling off her mask.
"A Martian Mouse! But how?" Latoya asked, in shock, she then pulled away from Modo, " Which means..."
"Exactly." Modo said, pulling on his mask, "Oh, momma...this dangblasted thing is stuck."
"What do you mean "stuck?" Minerva asked.
"I mean I can't get it off." He replied, struggling to get it off.
"It would seem I have you at a disadvantage, my dear fellow." Limburger smirked.
"Don't try nothing, Flounder Puss!" He said, pointing his laser cannon at him, "At it won't be nothin'."
Suddenly they were throw to the floor. Minerva lost her grip and dropped her blaster. Modo was getting up when he was struck across the back of the head. Latoya held up a broken mirror.
"Too bad! Seven years of bad luck for you!" She cackled.
"Modo!" Minerva cried out, cradling his head and body in her arms.
"You no-good witch!" She screamed, getting up and attempting to go over and kick Latoya's finned butt.
"Uh-uh-uh. Stay put or your friend dies." Latoya said.
"Very good, sister dear." Limburger said.
"Naturally, I'm not a screwup like you." She replied.
"I'll have the guard throw them in the dungeon." Limburger said.
Suddenly, Modo began getting up. Minerva ran to him.
"Modo! You're okay!" Minerva smiled, with relief.
"Modo? Who's that?" He asked, getting up and brushing himself off.
"Modo Mouse. You"
"My dear girl, you are mistaken. I'm Lord Robespierre, firstborn of the Grand High Exalted Ruler of Plutark."