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Chapter eight
Kiwi parked her car closeby the Meatpackers Bank. She sighed and checked herself in the mirror. She looked tired. Correction; She was tired. She didn't sleep that well last night. Or any nights for that matter. Those damn nightmares… She had practised with sitting on a bike every day now, and even though she made progress, it didn't stop the nightmares. And now she needed to go to her monthly appointment at the bank. Boooring… She stepped out of her car and strolled to the bank. She yawned and opened the door. The one good thing was that the bank had a air conditioner. It was summer in Chicago and it was hot. So, when she walked inside, the cool air immediately made her feel a little bit better. There was a long line in front of the counter. Typical. She sighed annoyed and closed in the back. She yawned again and stared at a spot close at her feet, her thoughts miles away.
Suddenly, a explosion made her fall on the floor. Her head slammed against the wall and for a second, she couldn't move. Shit. She slowly lifted her head and looked dazed behind her. Four men were standing in the hole that was made by the explosion. Four, heavily armed men.
"This is a robbery! Everyone on the floor!", one of them yelled and he fired his gun.
The bullets flew around Kiwi's ears. Shit. So far for boring. She needed to alert the mice. Thankfully, they had something figured out for this kinda situations. She slowly reached into her bag, looking closely at the criminals, but they were busy with scaring the rest of the people to make sure they would listen. Kiwi crawled into a corner and quickly pushed the button on her phone. She had made a app and when she opened it, a siren went off in her house and the guesthouse. It also sended a stress signal to their bikes. Luckily, she was handy with computers. She quickly opened the app and put her phone back into her bag. She lay down on the floor, right before one of the man looked into her direction. Pfew. Now fingers crossed that the mice were gonna be in time.
Thankfully, she didn't have to wait long. The window from the bank shattered and three bikes flew inside and the mice jumped off. Throttle punched one goon right in the face while landing, knocking the criminal out immediately. Vinnie whirled his tail around another one and threw him away like the guy was nothing. Modo punched the third one knock out. Three down. One to go. The mice walked to the last one.
"Well, let's make this short and sweet, bro's", Throttle said.
The last goon aimed his flamethrower and a huge flame came straight towards them. They jumped out of the way. Vinnie landed on his belly and lifted his tail. The tip was on fire. He quickly blew it out.
"Waaooww, toasty!"
"Yeah, warm, but not burned. Modo, lights out!", Throttle ordered.
Modo raised his arm cannon and shot at the chandelier that was hanging on the ceiling. The chain broke and the whole thing landed on all four robbers, since the first three were already back on their feet. One of them was carrying a bazooka and because of the impact from the chandelier, it flew out of his hands. Kiwi, who was watching everything from the sideline, saw the thing flying straight at her. She raised her hands and catched it, before it would crush her skull. She stared at the powerful weapon in her hands. Wow. Impressive. Heavy.
Meanwhile, the robbers had enough.
"Let's blow this joint!" and they ran out of the building. The mice jumped on their bikes.
"Hey, hey, hey! The game's not over till the fat lady sings, sport fans!", Vinnie cheered, revving his bike.
"Yeah, we're going to overtime!", Modo smiled.
"Big time!", Throttle nodded. He quickly looked behind him and saw Kiwi sitting in the corner, still with the bazooka in her hand.
"Kiwi, put that down. Are you okay?", he quickly asked.
Kiwi came out of her trance and quickly lay the bazooka on the floor, like he was on fire.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Go get them!"
"Let's ride!" and they flew out of the building. On the street, they saw the criminals had split up.
"Vincent, you'll take that one. Modo, you come with me", Throttle ordered and they also split up.
Vinnie chased the green car full speed. When he jumped in the air and performed a perfect somersault, he cheered happily.
"AAAOOWW, am I the baddest mamma jammer, or what!?" and he pushed a button on his bike.
A rocket flew out and blew up the car. The vehicle flew into the air and landed upside down. Vinnie pumped his fist in the air.
"That will teach ya a lesson, suckers!" and he turned his bike and drove back to the bank. He quickly jumped off his bike and ran inside, straight to Kiwi. The latter was still sitting on the floor. He kneeled next to her.
"Are you okay, sweetheart?", he asked worried. She lifted up her head.
"Yeah, just ehm… Yeah. You would think that I would be used to this by now, but…"
"You will, someday."
"Where are Throttle and Modo?", she asked, while looking behind Vinnie. The white furred mouse shrugged.
"They went after the other car. I already took care of mine, but hey, what did you expect? I'm the best. Let's get you home, sweetheart, before this place is infested with cops", and he offered his hand to help her stand up.
Kiwi hesitated, but her head was killing her, so she took his hand and slowly got up. Her legs were wobbling and she felt she was losing her balance. But before she could fall down again, two strong arms caught her.
"Maybe you're not that okay as you said you was", Vinnie said softly in her ear. He helped her outside. She wanted to walk to her car, but Vinnie stopped her.\
"You can't drive like this, doll. It's not safe. That coming from me is saying something. You look like shit."
Kiwi stared at him. And then at the bike. And then back at Vinnie. He looked her in the eye, his eyes filled with determination.
"Do you trust me?", he asked, unusual serious. Kiwi bit on her lower lip. Her hands turned sweaty.
"Can't you just drive me back in my car?", she asked, her voice shaky. Vinnie rubbed his chin.
"Nope", he said eventually. Kiwi looked at him with pleading eyes.
"Please, Vinnie… I'm not ready…"
But Vinnie didn't want to hear it.
"You are ready. Come on. Just trust me, okay?"
And she did. She did trust him. God knows why. The guy was a adrenaline junkie, drove like a madman and… and was also very sweet and caring. Sometimes. Like he was now. He would never do anything to hurt her. She knew that. So yeah, she did trust him. He guided her to his bike and she slowly stepped on the seat. They had practised this like a million times now, so this wasn't problem anymore. The bike started her engine, but that was also nothing new. Vinnie slowly pushed her on the front seat and took place behind her. He pulled her against him and wrapped his arms around her, so he could grab the handlebars. She leaned against him, against his strong, muscular chest and sighed.
"You okay so far?", he asked softly in her ear.
His voice was low and gave her goosebumps. God dammit. She nodded.
"Good. Here we go, sweetheart. Tell me if something's wrong instead of kicking and hitting me, alright?"
Still that low voice. She felt her body relax. How was he doing this? How… never mind. He had opened the gas and the bike slowly drove away. She squeezed her eyes, waiting for the panic to take over. But there was no panic. Slowly, she opened one eye. Vinnie was driving very slow, which was very unusual for him. She opened her other eye. She leaned against Vinnie, smelling his scent and a smile slowly curled her lips. She was doing it. She was sitting on a bike, without having any feeling of panic. And the bike was driving. Holy shit. She was doing it!
"Can you… can you go a little faster, maybe?", she asked, still that smile on her lips.
Vinnie immediately did what she asked. The bike speeded up.
"Just give me a sign when we are going too fast, okay?"
His voice. Jesus. She nodded. The bike kept speeding up and her smile grew bigger and bigger. She opened her mouth and let out a triumphic laugh.
"I'm doing it! Vinnie, I'm really doing it! This is amazing! Oh my god, I'm doing it!" Her hands grabbed his arms.
"Yeah, sweetheart. You are doing it."
The bike was going faster and faster, but Kiwi wasn't scared. Not anymore. Thanks to Vinnie, she felt safe. Instead of fear, she felt adrenaline. And she loved it. Oh boy, how she loved it.
In the meantime, Throttle and Modo were having a hard time to grab the other two robbers. One was driving, he did have some good driving skills, while the other one was firing with a bazooka at them. Modo and Throttle swirled between the rockets. When a rocket landed before them, they quickly jumped over it.
"Wauw. I think these guys have the answer at rush hour traffic, huh?", Throttle smiled, looking at Modo.
"Yeah? Well, my bike wants to ask a few more questions", the grey furred giant answered and pushed a button on his bike. Cannons came out and he fired a laser. It did hit the car, but it didn't make it stop. The car flew around a corner and the mice followed them.
"Man, we've gotta take this clowns down before they get to the pits…", Throttle sighed.
Modo looked at him with a confused look on his face.
"What pits ya talking about?"
"Those deep craters outside town, remember? We saw them when we just came here and took a drive around the city. Limburger dug 'em before we came to Earth. Kiwi told me they were full with criminals now."
"You think these guys came from there?", Modo asked.
The guy in the car fired a laser and the two mice jumped in the air to avoid it.|
"Do they look like boy scouts to you, genius?", Throttle chuckled while he landed. "Let's nail them!"
They gained speed and both shot a rope out of the front of their bikes. The hooks grabbed the car, but still, the car didn't stop. It zigzagged through the streets, trying to get rid of the mice. But the mice didn't gave up that easily. They tried to control their bikes, but it was not easy, since they were dragged forward by the car. Suddenly, a street light came into view, right on their path. Throttle quickly grabbed his gun and shot it, so they could jump over the remains.
"Haha, nice shot partner. We got them!", Modo cheered. But when Throttle looked further ahead, he sighed.
"Oh boy… afraid you got that wrong, bro… They got us!"
The car crashed through the signs with 'Dead End' and drove over the edge of a huge crater. The car fell down, followed by the mice, who were still attached to it with their ropes. The two robbers jumped out of the car and opened a parachute, waving at the mice who got dragged down into the deep crater.
"Well, they may not be boy scouts, but they sure were prepared!", Modo yelled, looking at Throttle for instructions.
"Cut loose from this junkkeep, when it hits, we don't wanna go along with it!" and they both pushed a button on their dashboard. The ropes flew back into their bikes.
"So what's the plan?"
"We gotta turn this freefall into a long, controlled jump. On my signal, we fire our jets!", Throttle ordered.
"Think it will work?", Modo asked, a little worry in his voice. Throttle smiled.
"You want a honest answer?" and he looked at the big guy.
Modo had a thoughtful frown on his face. "Eeehhhmm…"
Throttle rested his head in his hand. "Take your time…"
"NO!"
"Good, let's do it!" and they both fired their jets.
Right in time, because the ground was finally in sight. The jets made sure they didn't crash full speed, but they did crash, knocking them out immediately.
The sun slowly dropped and Vinnie was watching out of the window. His bro's were still not back. This couldn't be good. Kiwi was pacing through the room. Suddenly, she threw her hands into the air.
"This is ridiculous. They should've been back by now. Let's go find them", and she marched outside. Vinnie quickly followed her.
"Grab a helmet this time, sweetheart", he ordered, while pulling on his own. Kiwi nodded and did what he said. Vinnie took place on his bike.
"Ready to sit behind me, or…?", and he looked at her questionably. Kiwi jumped behind him.
"Second row is fine. Let's go."
Vinnie revved his bike and felt her arms wrapping around his waist. It felt good. He smiled and drove away. Kiwi opened the fence with the remote. She maybe wasn't panicking on a bike anymore, but jumping over a fence… well, there was something called exaggerating. They drove around the city, but no sign of Vinnie's bro's.
"Let's get back to the bank and start there", Kiwi suggested. Vinnie did what she said. He suddenly saw tire prints and followed them. It brought them to a huge crater outside town. Traffic signs were lying on the floor, broken. It looked like his bro's had been here.
"Yeah, when my bro's leave a trail, they leave a trail", he said, somehow proud. Kiwi gasped when she saw where they were.
"Shit!"
Vinnie hit the brakes and Kiwi jumped off the bike, pulling off her helmet. She walked to the edge of the crater, followed by Vinnie.
"Shit. They must have gone into the pits… That's why they never came back…", Kiwi breathed, feeling a little bit of panic now. Jesus, this was bad. Vinnie kneeled down and looked into the dark crater.
"Aaooww, now that's a radical leap!", Vinnie said, somehow impressed. He looked at Kiwi, who was staring at him.
"They could've been killed!", she called out, her voice shaky.
Vinnie shrugged, looking nonchalant.
"Well, if they weren't, they just broke my high jump record…" and he rose on his feet again.
Kiwi couldn't believe her ears. What was wrong with this mouse?
"Vinnie, you don't understand! The pits have been taking over by some of the worst criminals on Earth! If Throttle and Modo are down there, they must be fighting for their lives! They could be beaten up, shot at, blown up…" but she trailed off when she saw the happy look on Vinnie's face. Was he… smiling?
"Cool!"
"WE have to do something!", Kiwi yelled at him. Finally, Vinnie grew serious again.
"We are. We're sending... ME down there!"
Okay. So far for being serious. Kiwi rolled her eyes and clenched her fists.
"VINNIE! Be serious!"
Vinnie still looked serious.
"Hey, sweetheart! If my bro's are getting beaten up, or shot at, or blown up etcetera… Then Vinnie is gonna be there!"
Kiwi stared at him.
"Wauw, Vinnie… That's very noble…"
Vinnie smiled.
"Noble schmoble. You think I was gonna let these two glory hounds having all the fun for themselves? Right. Man, I can't wait to get down there!"
Kiwi was still staring at him.
"You eh… You're a real piece of work, Vinnie…", she said slowly. Vinnie winked at her.
"Hey pretty lady, what took you so long to notice?", he said, with that low voice. Kiwi felt a tingle in her belly, but quickly recovered herself.
"Can you jump down?", she asked, looking into the black hole. Vinnie rubbed his chin.
"Of course I can, sweetheart. It's me we are talking about. But this time, I need to think it through. It's a rescue mission. What if my bike gets damaged, or something… Nope, we need a crane truck."
"Sure. And where are we gonna find one?" Kiwi turned around, softly cursing to herself, but suddenly, she froze.
"I know where to find one. Come on, let's get you ready!" and she jumped on his bike.
Vinnie smiled. He started to like this girl more and more. She sure was on fire.
Throttle and Modo woke up with a startl because of water that was thrown into their faces. They tried to get up, but noticed they were tied up.
"Ugh", Throttle sighed.
"Man, my head's feeling like van Halen used it as a drum set", Modo moaned.
Suddenly, a shadow fell over their faces. They looked up and saw a huge man standing at their feet. He was big, fat, blond and had a evil look on his face. Uh oh. Throttle lowered his gaze and saw that the guy held a long, electric whip in his hand. Double uh oh.
"Sooo… It can talk too…", the guy said with a raw voice. Modo and Throttle shared a quick look. What kinda trouble had they gotten themselves into this time?
"Seven foot tall talking mice on motorcycles… Man, they let anybody into this pits…"
Throttle realised this was the boss who ran things down here in the pits. He got himself upright, despite the ropes, but the Pitboss kicked him right in the face and he went down again with a moan. Modo narrowed his eyes.
"Hey! That's not fair, he is tied up!"
The Pit Boss bend over and looked Modo in the eye.
"Well, fair ain't how we do business in the pits, boys. And you better get used to that. Real fast…"
Throttle moved his mouth and snout. Nothing broken, so far. But the guy sure had hit him hard. He looked up again.
"What do you want from us, pitbreath?", he growled.
The Pit Boss started to laugh, but it didn't sound that joyful.
"Pitbreath, hahaha!", but then he grew serious again. "It's simple, pancake ears. I hear your bikes are pretty hot. Just what my Pit Crew needs. But the bikes seems to have problem cooperate. So here's the deal. You get those bikes to work for me and maybe… just maybe… I'll let you go…"
Throttle shook his head.
"No deal. No one rides my bike but me."
"Especially not some ugly face pitbreath like you!", Modo added.
The Pit Boss grabbed him by the ropes and lifted him up. Throttle's eyes widened. The fact that this guy could lift up Modo in just one movement, with just one hand… That was impressive. The guy was strong, alright.
"Ohhh, big talk, fuzz face. But a bigger mistake…" and the Pit Boss held up his whip. "You just bought slave labour… for life… But don't worry; that won't be long… Muawahaha!"
And he raised his whip. Modo braced himself and when the whip landed on him, he clenched his jaws not to scream. He was not gonna give him that satisfaction. Suddenly, it was over.
"Bring them to their cell, guys! NOW!", the Pit Boss ordered and he walked away. Throttle looked over to Modo.
"You okay, big fella?", he whispered, so soft that the crew couldn't hear him. Modo nodded and gasped.
"Yeah… Little shaken… Let's hope Vinnie is having more luck than us…"
Throttle smiled.
"Well, given the fact he isn't here with us, I think he has. He will come for us. We just need to wait."
Modo nodded.
"Yeah… Let's hope it doesn't take him that long…"
"It's Vincent we're talking about, Modo. He will be here. Soon. And we need to make sure to be prepared when he is."
Kiwi drove the truck close to the edge off the cliff. She had borrowed the vehicle from somebody she knew from high school, Ken. His father Mike has a business in rent out trucks and stuff. Luckily, he still remembered her and he helped her out, even it was almost the middle of the night. She hit the brakes and jumped out of the car. Vinnie was nowhere to be found. He said he had some preparing to do for his own and they agreed to meet here again. She shrugged and prepared the truck to bring Vinnie down. She was so concentrated, since she never had done this before and she tried to remember the instructions Ken had giving her. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She screamed and whirled around.
Vinnie stepped back, holding his hands into the air and smiled arrogant.
"So, what do ya say, babe, do I look cool, or what?"
Kiwi tried to control her breathing, her heart was racing in her chest.
"You scare me like that again and I…" but Vinnie held up his hand to stop her. She closed her mouth and looked at him.
He was wearing his new black biker jeans, and for the first time she had met him, a T- shirt. A black bandana, which was over his snout but he had lowered it when she started to scream, and a black vest with a hoodie. He did look… good actually. Kiwi felt a blush coming up.
"You eh… you look great. Not sure why I am saying this out loud, but eh… yeah… You do look great, Vinnie…", she stuttered. Vinnie suddenly blushed too. Always fishing for a compliment, and the moment he got one, he always turned into this cute, shy boy. He gave her a shy smile and turned to his bike. She stared at it. Now she understood his need to prepare. The bike had even more weapons on it she had seen in her entire life. Not that she had seen that much weapons in her life, but still…
"You think you have enough firepower, Vinnie?", she smiled. He looked at her, almost insulted.
"Hey! I'm gonna save my bro's, van Wham style. It really would suck if I get outta ammo in the middle of a fight."
Kiwi nodded, still with a smile on her face. But it suddenly vanished. She was worried sick about Throttle and Modo and now Vinnie was going down there, alone… What if he got hurt? What if they all got hurt? What if they never came back… she stopped herself. She gave herself a mental shake and with Vinnie's help, she attached his bike at the cable of the truck. He looked at the controls and of course, immediately knew how it worked. His bike was now hanging over the edge. He quickly explained her how she could lower him. He climbed into the cabin and set the radio on the same frequency as the radio in his helmet.
He jumped out and put on his helmet, after he did the bandana before his snout.
"Listen, sweetheart. I will give you a signal through the radio when I'm down. Let the cable hang there, along with the other two. When I've got my bro's, I will contact you through the radio again and you only need to push this button…", he pointed at a red button, "to lift us up. You understand?"
Kiwi listened carefully and nodded. That wasn't too hard. She knew everything about computers and stuff, but controlling a crane… well, that wasn't a class at her school back then. Driving it was the limit.
Vinnie looked at her and for a moment, it looked like he was gonna hug her. But then, he turned around, ran to the edge and jumped in the air. He grabbed the cable and swirled down. He lay down on his bike, like he was chilling at the beach and waved at her. Kiwi waved back and pushed the button she needed to use to lower him. Slowly, he disappeared into the crater and Kiwi held herself.
"Be careful, Vinnie…", she whispered.
Vinnie felt his tires connect the ground.
"I'm here, sweetheart", he said into the radio, while mounting his bike after he made the cable loose.
"Copy that", he heard her saying.
He smiled, but then his face grew serious again. He needed to find his bro's. And fast. He revved his bike and drove for a while. He suddenly saw a light coming from a building. Ah. A bar. Great. Sure there would be someone who was gonna tell him where his bro's were. And if not… well, he could be very convincing. No limits this time. He parked his bike and pulled off his helmet. He flattened his ears next to his head and put the hoodie on. For now, even he didn't like it and it was so not his style, he needed to keep a low profile. His tail whirled around his leg, so it wouldn't been seen that easily. He stepped into the bar and the door slammed behind him. Everybody stopped with what they were doing and stared at him. Vinnie smiled and walked to the bar.
"A rootbeer, sweetheart", he ordered at the girl behind the bar.
She was pretty, but not as pretty as Kiwi. He immediately stopped himself. He needed to stay focused. He suddenly felt something behind him and he looked in the mirror behind the bar. There was someone standing behind him. The guy was huge. And angry. And obviously looking for a fight. Vinnie smiled at himself behind his bandana. Good. He stayed where he was and waited till the guy was gonna make a move.
"Ahhh, a rootbeer drinking guy, huh? Hey, you sure you wouldn't rather have a pink lemonade?", the guy rumbled behind him, provoking Vinnie. The white furred mouse felt his blood boil, but he remained calm on the outside. He looked over his shoulder.
"Are you talking to me, sweetheart?", he asked innocently.
The guy looked behind him.
"Well, let's see… I don't see anybody else around here, so yeah. I must be talking to you."
Vinnie grabbed the rootbeer that the lady had set in front of him and looked at the guy through the mirror.
"Well, I wish you wouldn't. Your breath is awful, pal." Vinnie chuckled.
The guy wasn't amused, though. He grabbed Vinnie in the neck but pulled down the hoodie in the process.
"Hey! It's another one of that big mice!", he yelled in surprise when he saw the big ears from Vinnie. Vinnie smiled and lowered his bandana. Just like he had thought. Two big Martian Mice, that must have been the talk of the day.
"Ah. So, you have seen my two bro's then?", he asked, still with his back towards the guy.
But the guy continued threatening him, provoking him. Ugh. As if he had a chance. Vinnie slowly got on his feet and clenched his fist. In one movement, he turned around and punched the guy right in the face. The guy flew through the bar and ended on a table, which crashed under his weight. Vinnie walked over to him, his teeth gritted. He grabbed the guy by the shirt and slammed him against the wall.
"I asked you simple question, sweetheart. My bro's. You seen them? Where are they?", he growled and his snout almost touched the nose of the guy. Who wasn't that tough anymore, by the way. He already knew he was never gonna win a fight from this creature. Another guy came running over to help his friend, but Vinnie saw him coming. He whirled his tail around him and punched him away with the back of his hand. He brought his attention back to the big guy.
"Well?"
"T- t-t-the Pitboss… H-h-he's got them… B-b-b-but they are giving him a lot of trouble and they…", the guy stuttered, his earlier bravado nowhere to be found.
Vinnie shook his head in disappointment.
"Ah, heck. I knew they were having fun without me…"
He narrowed his eyes at the big guy.
"Are they alright?"
"T-t-t-t-they been sentenced to die… In the a-a-arena…"
Vinnie let him go. He knew enough.
"Ah man, I miss out on everything. Well, it's been fun guys, but I've gotta go!" and he grabbed his helmet. He winked at the bar lady and pointed at the big guy, who was lying on the floor.
"Sweetheart, buy this man a rootbeer…" and he threw a coin that landed on the big guys head.
He walked out and jumped on his bike. His bike felt his eagerness to fight and started her engine. Vinnie grabbed his handlebars tightly.
"Hang tight, bro's. It's time to whale… 'cause Vinnie is coming to whip some tail!" and he sped away with dangerous speed.
When he flew around a corner, men popped up behind rocks and opened fire on him. But Vinnie was well prepared. Time to unleash himself, for once. No city to protect, no innocent people in the way, no Throttle who told him to be restraint… A big grin almost split his face in half.
"Coming through! AHHAAHAHAA!", he laughed, almost maniacally. He pushed a few buttons and guns came out of every opening in his bike. He fired back at the criminals, without slowing down. Ah yes. This was great. He took a deep breath. Fire. Chaos. Destruction. Yeah. His way of life. He fired two heavy rockets and they exploded with such a loud explosion, even Vinnie was impressed.
"Wow! I really should use them more often, hahaha!"
He drove right through the flames, ready to whip some more majorly tail, or in his words; to party.
On the other side of the pits, Throttle and Modo were sitting in a cage. The cage was standing in the middle of some kind of arena, with tribunes filled with people. The Pit Boss was sitting on a huge chair made of stone. Throttle and Modo were captured for twelve hours now, and they were forced to work in the field. Meaning, helping with building another section in the Pit Boss his castle. But since obeying orders from the enemy was a bit touchy subject for the mice, they were already sentenced to death. No surprise there.
"I'm stuck in Pit Boss's prison, and time keeps dragging ooooooon", Modo sang, but then coughed. They hadn't been giving anything to drink during their imprisonment, so his throat was too dry to sing.
"Pfff, stop the singing, bro…", Throttle sighed. He looked around him. They were surrounded by three robots, waiting for orders. He wasn't worried about the robots. But they needed Vinnie to help them get outta here. He just hoped they bought him enough time.
Then his gaze fell on the Pitboss, who was looking slightly concerned. Why would he…?
But then he heard a loud explosion and in the distance, Vinnie's characteristics battle cry. A smile appeared on his face. Their bro was on his way. Biker Mice style. And great timing as always.
"AAAAOOOWWW! You are messing with Vinnie van Wham, the baddest mamma jammer this side of the asteroid belt!"
Vinnie was shooting with his small laser pistol in his left hand and the biggest one he owned in his right hand. His bike was still driving full speed and he pressed his knees against the sides so he wouldn't fall off. His bike was also firing. The Pit Crew tried to stop him, but they weren't up against such heavy firepower. Rockets exploded next to them and they tried to hold the white furred mouse, but it was no use. His almost hysterical laughing gave them goosebumps and he kept firing, over and over again. They decided this was a living nightmare, dropped their weapons and ran away, screaming in fear.
Vinnie stopped his bike and swirled his guns in his hands.
"Hmmm… now, let see where my bro's bikes could be…" and he turned on the scanner on his bike. Two mice shaped heads flickered on the screen.
"BINGO! Love ya babe, now start cooking!" and he drove further.
Throttle and Modo were standing in front of the Pit Boss. Their hands were still tied with chains. Loud explosions were heard, and it sounded like they were coming closer. And Vinnie… Well, by the sound of it, he must be having the time of his life. Throttle and Modo shared a smile and looked at the Pitboss.
"Hmmm… Something happening out there?", Throttle asked casually.
The Pit Boss still looked a little bit concerned, but he shook his head.
"Nothing that concerns you. But this does…" and he raised his whip. When it touched one of the robots, they all came to life.
"No one fights the power of the Pitboss."
One of the robots drove towards Throttle, with dangerous looking weapons instead of hands. But Throttle was ready. He grabbed the chain around his hands and whirled it in the air. He threw it and the chain wrapped around the robots arm. The tan furred mouse yanked and the robot fell forward on the floor, and because of the force, it immediately exploded.
"You know, it's funny…", Throttle started and he grabbed the arm of the robot.
"You sound a lot like a overripe cheese ball we know…"
He slammed with the robot arm on the chains that was holding Modo's arm cannon down. The chain immediately broke.
"He is always saying stuff like that too…", Modo smiled, raising his arm cannon to shoot the other two robots. They exploded into a thousand pieces.
"Yeah, but things never work out his way either…", Throttle smiled, while Modo shot his chains.
The wall from the arena exploded and Vinnie flew inside, along with their bikes.
"Because we are the Biker Mice From Mars!", he cheered, stopping next to his bro's.
Throttle and Modo laughed and high fived Vinnie, before they mounted their bikes.
"Destroy them!", the Pit Boss ordered. One guy next to him raised his gun, but Vinnie shot it out of his hands.
"Not gonna happen, sweetheart", he smiled, while blowing the smoke away from his gun.
"You'll never make it, Biker Mice… Every criminal in the pits will be gunning for you…"
Throttle and Modo closed their visors and revved their bikes.
"Well, when the going gets tough…", Modo started.
"The tough whip tail!", Vinnie cheered.
"Battle mode, bro's!", Throttle ordered. "Let's ROCK…"
"...and RIDE!"
They fired their jets and drove up using the tribune. When Vinnie flew next to the Pit Boss, he kicked him right in the face, making the big guy falling down.
"Get them… GET THEEEEEM!", he roared in rage.
The mice jumped off the stadium.
"Follow me, bro's! I've got our ticket outta here!", Vinnie yelled, taking the lead. His bro's followed him.
"Let's give the Pitboss his new digs a little housewarming", Throttle ordered.
"AAAOOWW, it this the ultimate male bonding, or what?", Vinnie cheered. His bro's smiled.
When they drove around a corner, the Pit Crew who was hiding there, opened fire. The bro's did the same. The criminals didn't had a chance. When they drove further, they all three fired rockets out of the back of their bikes and the castle from the Pit Boss exploded.
"Be ever so humble, there's no place like hoooome!", the mice sang in unison.
They reached the cables and quickly attached them at their bikes.
"Yo, sweetheart! We're back! Push the button, NOW!", Vinnie cheered into his radio, looking over his shoulder. He could see In the distance there were coming more men towards them.
"Copy that, macho mouse!", he heard Kiwi's voice and after a short moment, they rose into the air. Vinnie waved at the guys on the ground.
"Toodles!"
When they were back on safe ground, Kiwi ran towards them.
"Oh my god, Throttle, Modo, are you alright?" and she gave them both a big hug. They smiled.
"Beside the fact we're bruised, tired and hungry, we're fine", Throttle said, weeping through her hair. Kiwi sighed with relief.
"Thank god, that are things we can fix."
Her gaze fell on Vinnie. He was dirty from the fight, his pants were torn, just like his hoodie. But he never had looked better. And he was fine. And alive. Without thinking, she jumped in his arms.
"Good job, Vinnie", she whispered. Vinnie was a little surprised at first, but then wrapped his arms around her.
"Thanks, Kiwi."
She felt a tingle in her belly when he said her real name. But suddenly, she realized what she was doing. She quickly untangled herself and bit on her lower lip. Vinnie gave her a arrogant smile. Throttle cleared his throat.
"Let's go home, guys", Kiwi quickly said and she climbed behind Vinnie. Throttle and Modo almost fell off their bikes.
"Kiwi ma'am, what…", Modo started.
"Oh! Oh yeah, I eh… I kinda overwon my trauma!", Kiwi interrupted him. Throttle and Modo stared at her.
"Wauw, Kiwi! That is… amazing!", Throttle called out.
"Yeah, I know right? But without Vinnie, I couldn't have done it!" and she clapped Vinnie on the back.
Throttle smiled at his white furred bro.
"Yeah… We also couldn't have got away today without you, Vinman. Thanks for the back up."
"Yeah, little bro. And perfect timing, as always!", Modo added.
Vinnie pumped his fist in the air.
"I'm still the best! Better than the best!"
"Alright, let's ride before his head explodes. Let's rock…"
"... and RIDE!"
Really had fun writing this chapter. A little bonding between Kiwi and Vinnie, Vinnie being the hero and all. The Pits always has been one of my favorite episodes. But hey, I'm a Vinnie fan, in case you didn't notice :P
Please review! :)