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Chapter eighteen

"Vinnie, we need to talk", Throttle said, walking over to his white furred bro.
Vinnie, who was chilling on the couch in the guest house, looked up with immediately a suspicious look on his face.
"About what?", he asked, his eyes narrowed.
It had been a few days since they'd stopped Limburger at Mount Rushmore and Throttle had waited so they all could take a little rest. Because he knew this was gonna cause problems. And he had waited till Kiwi was out, since he didn't want her to hear any of this conversation. She just left to do some groceries, so Throttle knew they had about a hour before she would come back. Modo was lying on the other couch, reading a James Bomb book. The big guy had decided to not interfere with the conversation, unless it was needed. So, he kept on reading, but with one ear pricked into Vinnie's and Throttle's direction.
The tan furred mouse dropped on the couch next to Vinnie.
"About Kiwi."
"What about her?" Vinnie sat up straight, the tip of his tail twitching. He looked at the door and back at Throttle. The latter saw it.
"You're not going anywhere, Vincent. I want to know what is going on between you guys."
"There is nothing going on between us", Vinnie growled, immediately in his defence.
Throttle sighed.
"Drop the act, bro. We all know there's something up between you guys."
"Let's just say there is, why do you wanna know?"
"Because I want to make sure you're not gonna hurt her."
"And why would I do that?"
"You know why."

Vinnie cracked his fingers, one by one. Throttle studied him carefully, not knowing what the white furred mouse was gonna do next.
"Is this because you like her?", Vinnie suddenly asked, his tail lashing through the air. Throttle looked confused.
"What? No!"
"Oh no, that's right… You still not over Carbine…", Vinnie said slowly.
Throttle clenched his fists, but tried to remain calm. He knew Vinnie's tactic. He always used it when you wanted something from him. Turning the tables around, saying mean stuff to make you angry, so he'd be left alone. It was all too familiar.
"Why are you always acting like this, bro? All I wanna know, no, let me rephrase that; all I want YOU to know, is that if you hurt her, if you use her whatsoever, if you break her heart… well, then you have to deal with me. You got that?"
Shit. Again, he fell for the old trick. He noticed he had raised his voice.
Vinnie glared at him.
"You mean like Carbine broke your heart? And nobody's allowed to say anything about that! But when it comes to me, everybody's suddenly allowed to talk about stuff I DON'T WANNA TALK ABOUT!" He yelled the last part angrily.
Throttle shook his head. But he wasn't gonna give up. No, if you start something, you finish it. And he needed Vinnie's promise. Because he knew, that if the white furred mouse made a promise, he usually never broke it.
"Vinnie, I'm not asking how you feel, I'm not asking you about what happened to you that makes you react like this, I'm not asking why you can't talk about your feelings… All I want is that you promise me you will treat Kiwi with respect."
Vinnie studied Throttle's face, still suspecting this was a trap. It wouldn't be the first time. His bro's always asked him about stuff he didn't wanna talk about.
He jumped at his feet and looked down on Throttle.
"I would never… EVER do anything to hurt her. And you should know that by now. You know me long enough. Bro."
And he marched outside, closing the door with a loud bang. The photo that was hanging on the wall next to the door, fell down and the glass shattered. They heard his bike leaving. Modo looked at Throttle.
"Well... that went well", he said drily.
"Yeah. At least the house is still standing…"
"I believe him. You?"
"Yeah. The look in his eyes… Man… I almost feel guilty. But at least we know now…", Throttle sighed, staring at the floor. The look in Vinnie's eyes had caught him off guard. He had hurt his bro. Well, it did confirm one thing; his younger bro was in love. Deeply. Oh man… This maybe could get really complicated. But he decided not to interfere for a while. Time would tell how this was gonna work out.

Throttle, Modo and Kiwi were sitting at the table, ready for diner. Vinnie was nowhere to be found. Kiwi looked at Throttle, her arms crossed before her chest.
"Where is he, Throttle?"
She had asked him this question like twenty times now, but Throttle had refused to answer it. But this was getting ridiculous.
"We had a little argument, okay? I didn't want to involve you, so that's why I didn't told ya, babe. But I had though he'd be back by now."
"Oh… are you okay?", she asked him, suddenly worried. He smiled at her. She was such a sweet girl. Always worried about them.
"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks. He will come back, Kiwi. He always does."
Kiwi nodded.
"I know. So, what was the whole argument about?"
"About you."
Vinnie's voice. They all turned their heads to the door opening, where Vinnie was leaning against the doorway. Throttle gave him a warning look.
"What?", Kiwi asked, confused.
Vinnie sat down and grabbed a few hotdogs.
"Nothing major, sweetheart. Just a few things about your safety. Forget it", and he stuffed a hotdog in his mouth.
Modo and Throttle shared a quick look.
Kiwi was looking at them, one by one. There was more to it. She felt it. She saw it. But she decided to let it slip for now.
"Where did you go?", she asked at Vinnie, who shrugged.
"Just cruising through the city."
She studied him. He was upset, she could tell. But he tried to hide it. What happened between them while she was gone? Well, one thing was for sure; now wasn't the time to find out. Maybe later.

The next day, Vinnie took a few deep breaths. Normally, he never came back on a argument, but he was feeling bad about this one. Throttle did mean well and he just, as always, said things he didn't want to say. Sometimes he just didn't understand himself. Anyway. Time to set things straight. He walked over to his leader, who was sitting outside at the same picnic table he and Kiwi almost had kissed the other day.
"Ehm… Throttle?", Vinnie asked hesitantly.
Throttle looked up and saw his younger bro standing next to him, his ears a little drooped and clearly not at ease.
"Yeah, Vinnie?"
"I eh… well… I just wanted to say… ahum… you know… about yesterday? I eh... ", Vinnie stuttered. Come on, you stupid mouse. Just say it. It won't hurt ya.
"I'm sorry…" There ya go. That wasn't so hard, right?
Throttle tried to hide his surprise. This was new, allright.
"It's okay, Vin. I'm sorry too. A little trust won't hurt anybody, I guess. I know you care about her. And I should've known you will never do anything to hurt her…"
Vinnie slowly sat down. He suddenly felt this weird urge to talk. He studied his nails.
"You're right, you know", he finally said, avoiding to look at his older bro and best friend.
"About what?"
"There is something going on between us. Not sure what, though...But you have my word, okay? I will never do anything to hurt her. I promise."
"I know, little bro. I know." Throttle punched him on the arm and Vinnie gave him a small smile.
"I'm trying to keep my distance, but it's hard. Not sure how long I'm gonna be able to do that…", the white furred mouse sighed.
Throttle lay a hand on his shoulder.
"You deserve a shot of happiness, you know that, right?"
"Yeah, well… The last time it didn't end that well…"
Harley.
"It wasn't your fault, Vincent."
"Maybe not... "
Vinnie jumped at his feet, suddenly feeling a bit panicked.
"Okay, enough with the mushy talk. I'm gonna go… ehm… I don't know. I'm just gonna go."
Throttle smiled while he watched his younger bro storm back inside, shaking his head. Crazy mouse. Being here on Earth did something to all of them. Suddenly, they had time to think. To feel. Instead of fighting everyday, every hour, every minute. They had been through a lot, but there just wasn't enough time to process it. They lost a lot of loved ones, but there just wasn't enough time to grieve. They got wounded, badly, but there was not enough time to heal. Him and Modo tried to accept it and kept telling themselves these things cost time. But in Vinnie's case; he never had giving himself the time to process everything that had happened to him. And he certainly couldn't accept it. Things Throttle even didn't know of. But it always came back, twice as hard. Maybe his younger bro was finally learning that some things didn't get solved by blowing things up. And he had the feeling Kiwi had a big role in this. Maybe this was meant to be. Maybe he needed her to heal. And maybe she needed him to heal, since there were a lot of similarities between them, especially when it came to talk about feelings. Maybe they could help each other out.
Throttle sighed. Carbine was there in his head every day now since he had told Kiwi about her. Maybe, one day.. they could be together again. Because he had the feeling they also needed each other. One day...

"Throttle? I think there's something you need to see", and Kiwi gave him her phone. Throttle looked at the screen. Someone had posted on Facebook that she had seen some weird things going on at one of the buildings downtown Chicago. Her description made clear she had seen Greasepit.
"Thanks, Kiwi. We'll scoop it out. Yo! Bro's! It's tail whippin' time!"
A white blur flew past them outside, followed by Modo at a slower pace. Kiwi smiled.
"Go get them, guys. See you later."
Vinnie, now on his bike, winked at her. Throttle and Modo mounted their bikes and smiled at her.
"See you with lunch, Kiwi ma'am", Modo said and they revved their bikes.
"Let's ROCK…"
"... and RIDE!"

Modo was waiting outside the building, just around the corner of the exit. He was filing his nails, of better said, his fingertips of his metal arm. Suddenly, his ears picked up the sound of a approaching vehicle. He recognized it as Greasepit's trike.
He stretched his metal arm and Greasepit slammed against it when he wanted to drive outside. The oil dripping guy flew into the air and landed in the dump across the street.
"Yeah! Excellent play, bro!", Vinnie cheered when he and Throttle popped up next to him. It was them who had chased Greasepit to the exit.
Modo smiled and held up his metal arm, moving his hand.
"It's all in the wrist!", Modo smiled.
A laser fire hit the floor closeby them and they looked up.
"Uh oh, bro's", Throttle said, seeing three buggies with goons coming straight at them.
"It's tag team time!" and they popped a wheelie and drove back inside the building.
"Let's take 'm in and take 'm out!", Vinnie cheered. Ah. Nothing better than a good fight to clear the head.
The buggies followed them inside, still firing. Throttle looked around him.
"Hey, hey, hey, watch your fire, bro's. There's some dangerous stuff here", he said when he saw a lot of explosives lying in the warehouse.
Vinnie laughed. "Yeah, like us!"
There was a big explosion behind them and goons suddenly approached them from the front.
"Speaking of heating things up", and Vinnie pointed at them.
"We got incoming fire!", Throttle yelled and they made a sharp turn to avoid the lasers and the buggies. The goons drove past them and joined their companions that were still driving behind the mice. They all stopped and one of them fired at a shelf unit that was loaded with explosives. The mice turned to attack the goons, but needed to stop when the explosives, some kind of rockets, landed on their path. One of the other goons fired and a big explosion was the result. The mice didn't got hit, but the explosion made a huge crater into the ground and another explosion, behind them, blasted them over the edge. They fell down and landed hard on the ground, their bikes lying next to them. For a moment, they lay still, dazed from the hard hit.
Suddenly, they heard Greasepit's voice.
"This is gonna be more fun than a bucket of mousies…"
The mice looked up and saw him standing at the edge of the crater, alongside his goons.
He was holding a flamethrower in his hands, aimed on the mice.
The bro's pushed themselves up.
"Uhm, bro's… I hate to be a downer…", Throttle started.
"But we're in a whole lot of trouble", Modo finished.
They quickly mounted their bikes. They always had one advantage, and that was that Greasepit and the goons always wanted to make this moment special, so they always waited a little bit too long.
"So ehm, do we have a game plan for this one?", Vinnie asked his leader.
"Nothing in my playbook", Throttle answered.
"Hey, how about leave the hole number one?", Modo suggested.
Throttle rubbed his chin. "Hmmm. Yeah, fits the bill."
Vinnie was bouncing on his bike.
"Aaow, I love it!", and he pumped his fist into the air.
"Hahaaa, always one of my special favorites!", Modo agreed.
"Tatadatataaa", Throttle started, and his bro's joined him.
"Tatadatataaa, tadatataa, tadataaa!" and they popped a wheelie.
They sped forward and started to drive circles against the walls of the crater. The goons and Greasepit opened fire, but as always, missed.
The mice fired their jets and jumped out of the crater, right over Greasepit and his goons. They landed behind them and turned their bikes to face them.
"This is it, grease dump!", Throttle laughed and cannons popped out of all three bikes.
"Well, now the field's leveled, we're ready to play!", Vinnie cheered.
"And it's time to play showdown…", Modo finished, his eye glowing red.
"Ehm… Why don't yous goons handle this", Greasepit said, slowly walking away. "I'm just gonna go jeh… feed the birds."
But suddenly, another explosion and the wall of the warehouse exploded. Greasepit, who was standing close by, quickly ran away. "What the heck?"
"Couldn't have said it better myself", Throttle smiled, looking at the scene before them.
Smoke and dust slowly disappeared and a buggy with a red bearded man came into view. He opened fire at Greasepit, who was running away, screaming loudly. The man was followed by more buggies. A rocket exploded closeby Greasepit and the poor guy flew into the air. He landed hard on the ground and grease flew through the air. The mice held their hands before them in a attempt to protect themselves.
"Waaooww, splatter city!", Vinnie laughed.
More rockets were fired and the buggies from Limburger all exploded. Goons were flying through the air. The mice were watching all this.
"Who are those guys?", Modo asked.
Another explosion and more goons flying through the air.
"Aaaooww! I don't who they are, but I like their style! Come on, bro's! They're starting a party without us!" and Vinnie popped a wheelie and threw himself into chaos, followed by his bro's.
They joined the unknown fella's and together, they finished off the goons. Vinnie stopped and opened his visor.
"Ahh… smoked trikes… Tzie specialty of tzie mouse!", he said with a French accent, kissing his fingers.
"Well, maybe it's time for your pathé to get foire grassed, yous mousies", Greasepit said from behind them. There were a couple of goons who had survived the fight standing next to him.
But there was another explosion and Greasepit flew through the air, again. He landed on the ground. Again. Ah man. This just wasn't his day.
"Hey man, no fair! It was my turn to blast them!", Vinnie yelled agitated at the read bearded man, who looked back at the white furred mouse from his buggy.
"You snooze, you lose…", he said with a low voice and he drove away.
"Hey! I do all the snappy lines around here too…", Vinnie growled, his tail lashing. This guy was getting on his nerve.

The man stopped next to Greasepit, who was lying helpless on the floor. He aimed his gun at him.
"I give…", Greasepit said, meaning he surrendered.
But the red bearded man lay his finger on the trigger. Throttle revved his bike and drove towards them. He used his knuck-knocks to punch the gun in two.
"Hey! Appreciate the help, citizen, but you're stepping over the line!", the tan furred mouse said angrily, pointing at the man in front of him. But the guy wasn't impressed.
"And you just stepped into something you shouldn't. Out of my way, boy!" and he raised the part of the gun he was still holding in his hand. He slammed the back of it full on Throttle's head and despite he was wearing a helmet, the hit was hard enough to make Throttle crash on the floor, moaning in pain.
"Why you low life scum!", Modo growled and fired his laser at the buggies. But the buggies fired back and two rockets exploded above them, making the ceiling collapse on Modo and Vinnie. The red bearded man laughed hard and evilly.
Greasepit and his goons quickly left the building, knowing this was a losing battle.
The dust and smoke from the last explosion was still hanging in the air and the read bearded man thought he had smoked the mice. But obviously, he didn't knew them. So he could't have known that when someone was messing with their bro, they got angry. Very angry. Laserfire came out of the cloud of dust and Vinnie and Modo came into view, a murderous look on their faces.
They kept firing and firing and the red bearded man signed at his companions to bail. But Modo and Vinnie didn't gave up that easily and followed them, still firing.
But the bad guys made it out and the last one that left, fired at the ceiling, so the exit was blocked. Modo and Vinnie quickly turned their bikes and drove back to Throttle, was was still lying on the floor. He slowly sat up straight, holding his head.
"Oh man…', he sighed.
Vinnie stopped next to him.
"Throttle, are you okay, bro?", he asked, worry on his face.
"Yeah, you took quite a knock on the knocking…", Modo said, also worried.
Throttle slowly stood up.
"Let's hear it for helmet's, bro's. Probably saved my skull."
"Can you ride?", Vinnie asked, his voice low.
"We got a score to settle", Modo said, his eye glowing red.
"No, no, no, easy bro's, easy. Those buggy boys are long gone from here", Throttle stopped them.
"Well, who were they anyway?", Vinnie asked.
"Whoever they are, they don't seemed to be all that fond to Limburgers troups", Modo answered.
"Ha! Well, that narrows it down to most of the known galaxy", Vinnie laughed.
Throttle, who was sitting on his bike again, nodded.
"Yeah. Well, I've got a feeling, deep in my skull, that we'll meet them again."
"And when we do…", Modo started, looking at Vinnie.
"... we've got some hard hitting points to make!", his white furred bro finished, hitting one fist into his other hand.

Back home, Kiwi grabbed a bottle of aspirin. She gave Throttle three pills.
"Here, this should help with the headache."
Throttle was lying on the couch, almost looking cross-eyed because of the pain in his head.
"Thanks…", he sighed and swallowed the pills.
Vinnie and Modo were sitting on the other couch, still worried about their leader, but also angry. Kiwi lay a cold and wet washcloth on Throttle's head. The tan furred mouse let out a deep sigh and slowly fell asleep. Kiwi looked at the two other mice.
"He will be fine. He just needs some time to rest."
"Time is something we don't have, sweetheart. We need to find out who these guys are", Vinnie growled, still very upset.
"Easy, Vin. I'm sure you'll get your payback. But give him some time, alright?", Kiwi said.
Vinnie took a few deep breaths to calm down. She was right. He knew his leader long enough to know he also wanted payback.
Modo, for once, completely understood where his younger bro was coming from. Nobody was allowed to mess with his bro's. But for now, Throttle's health was the most important.

After a few hours, Throttle slowly woke up. Kiwi was still sitting with him, Vinnie and Modo were busy with their bikes in the garage.
"Throttle, are you alright?", she asked, feeling on his forehead. Throttle gave her a small smile and slowly got upright.
"Yeah, I am. That aspirin did the job, babe. Thanks."
"No problem, of course."
There was a silence. Then, Throttle looked at her.
"I think it's time to find out where these guys come from. You coming?", he asked.
"Sure thing."

When they arrived back at the warehouse, they pulled off their helmets and looked around them.
"Man, these guys are nasty", Modo said, looking at the destruction.
"Tore this place up righteous enough", Vinnie agreed.\
Throttle looked at the tire prints.
"Hmm… Looked like they went east…"
"What's east to here?", Modo asked at Kiwi.
"Detroit…", Kiwi sighed.
Vinnie's face lit up.
"Detroit?"
"THE Detroit?", Modo asked, his eyes wide.
"That's right… The motor city", Throttle smiled.
"The biggest horsepower city of the known universe?", Modo asked, all hyped up.
"The mecca of mechanical marvels…", Vinnie breathed, looking up at the sky.
"Oh, my life long ambition. A city trip through motown…", Modo sighed happily.
"Yeah, well, now we got a reason", Throttle chuckled, shaking his head.
"Yeah… I'll teach them to slug one of my bro's!", and Vinnie punched Throttle on the arm.
"I think they already know how, Vincent", Throttle said a little annoyed, holding his arm.
"Well, let's teach them the consequences then!", Modo growled, his eye glowing red.
"Yeah… anyone else may pardon…", Vinnie said and looked at his bro's.
They raised their fists in the air.
"But the Biker Mice…"
And they slammed their fists against each other.
"NEVER!"

Kiwi rolled their eyes, but Vinnie already grabbed her and sat her on his bike.
They revved their engine.
"AAOW! Let's rock and ride!", Vinnie cheered and they drove away.
"Detroit city, here we come!", they started singing when they were on the highway.
"Oh no, please…", Kiwi sighed, but she couldn't help but smile.
"Right back where the engines from!"
"A trip to Motown with the gang. Oh boy...", Kiwi mumbled at herself.
"Paddappaadaadaaa, Detroit city, here we come", the mice started over again. But this time, Kiwi sang along. Their enthusiasm was contagious. Vinnie squeezed his tail and Kiwi rubbed his back, her fingers going through his fur. Yeah. This could be fun trip after all.

It was already dark when they were closeby Detroit. Kiwi looked around her, only to see smog, ugly buildings and a lot of air pollution.
"I really don't understand why you guys are looking forward to go into Detroit", she sighed. She hated the town. She had been there a few times with her parents, but it was ugly, smelly and well… She just hated it.
"Pretty lady attitude!", Vinnie called out and looked over his shoulder. "It's Detroit! Duh!"
"Yeah, headbanger capital of the US!", Modo added.
"The picture perfect place to settle up with the buggy boys!", Throttle nodded.
"Honestly… I mean, it's not like they have a good ball team or anything…", Kiwi said, rolling her eyes.
"Oooohhh, so that's why the attitude, 'ey sweetheart?", Vinnie laughed, looking at Kiwi. "Cubs fan. Major."
Kiwi said nothing, but Vinnie was right. Not that she was really that into baseball, but she grew up learning to support the Cubs. And…
"Detroit whips their tails every year", Modo smiled.
"Cheaters", Kiwi snapped at him.
"Yeah, well. We're here to do a little tail whippin' ourselves, bro's", Throttle changed the subject and revved his bike. "So let's get to it."
Kiwi suddenly saw they took the wrong direction.
"Hey! Where are you going? This bridge goes to Canada!"
"It's okay, Kiwi ma'am. We're only going halfway", Modo reassured her.
"Half… waaaaaaaaaaay?", Kiwi suddenly screamed, when Vinnie fired his jets and sped forward with dangerous speed. Oh my god. You would think she would be used at this by now. But nothing turned out to be less true. She squeezed her eyes, holding Vinnie tightly. She felt how they suddenly drove up. She peeked and saw they were riding on one of the big cables of the bridge. When they were at the top, the mice hit the brakes. Kiwi was breathing heavily, and she slowly opened her eyes. Wow. They had a good view over Detroit from up here.
Modo pulled off his helmet.
"Oehhh, there she is", he breathed happily, looking at the city. "Ain't she splendid?"
"It stinks…", Kiwi said, wrinkling her nose. "It's smelly, polluted, auto factory's everywhere…"
The mice looked at her, Vinnie with a big smile on his face.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm. Don't you guys just love American cities?", Throttle asked.
Kiwi laughed. "What I'm trying to say is; it really stinks…" and she pinched her nose.
Vinnie opened his visor and smelled the air.
"Ugh, yeah… Hey, if I didn't know better, I'd swear that stink was…"
"Plutarkian…", the mice said in unison.
Throttle looked around him and spotted a building closeby. "It's coming from over there, bro's."
Vinnie leaned forward on his bike and switched something on his cannon that came out of the headlight. He pushed a button and shot a mic.

"Time to begin phase two of my bwiljant plan. Activate the transmission device!"

The mice looked at each other, confused. A awful laugh came out of Vinnie's speakers. Vinnie rolled his eyes. All these bad guys had the same, hideous 'evil' laugh.

"Gweetings, Wimburger!"
"WHAT?", they heard Limburger scream.
"It is I, your owd fish school rival. Napoleon Bwie!"
"Oh, wonderful… Dealing with idiocy is infuriating enough, but insanity... "
"INSANE? I'll show you who's insane, Wimburger! I'm going to whip off your whole Chicago opewation!"
"Oh yes? And how do you propose to do that?"
"That's weally simple, Wimburger! A contest!"
"Kindly elaborate... ", Limburger sighed.

"My goon rangers against your ridiculous goons in a incredible, no holding back demolition derby! Here, tomorrow, in Detwoit! The winner gets both city's! The woser… leaves this planet… FOREVER! In disgrace. BE THERE! But of course… if you're afwaid…"
"Afraid? You're entirely overestimating yourself, my dear Brie. I accept your challenge. And anticipate an early triomphe!"
"Till tomorrow then, Wimburger!"

The mice heard a loud explosion. But Brie wasn't done yet.
"Wimburger will certainly arrive here tonight in a ridiculously attempt to take me by surprise… Me, Napoleon Bwie, the most underhanded Plutarkian in the galaxy. But I'll be waiting… I will be waiting on the bwidge and end him…" and he cackled manically.

Vinnie turned off his speakers and looked at his bro's.
"Looks like we've hooked ourselves another Plutarkian stinkfish, bro's!"
"Yeah, and this one makes Limburger looking like citizen of the year", Modo added.
"If that contest between them gets out of hand, hundred of innocent people could get hurt…", Kiwi breathed.
"Well, now that's not gonna happen, now is it? 'Cause the Mice are in the motorcity!", and Throttle closed his visor. "So…"
"When in Detroit", Vinnie smiled, closing his visor too.
"Do what the Detroiters do…", Modo snickered.
"Let's ROCK… and RIDE!"

They decided the bikes could use a little extra protection for this fight. They had seen how these guys fought. Luckily, they found a junkyard with enough metal to cover their bikes. When they were done, Vinnie jumped on his bike and popped a wheelie.
"Yeah, demolition derby time!", he cheered.
"Yeah, buddy. Deeeetroit!", Throttle smiled.
"Rock and roll city!", and Modo revved his bike.
"Let's RIDE!"
They drove away, all hyped up. Kiwi watched them go, a little worried. This was different. These guys played dirty. She hoped they would come back in one piece.

The mice were watching the disaster that was going on on the bridge. Both Plutarkians were angry because they had tried to trick each other, but both failed.
"Let's do this, bro's", and they all fired a rocket.
They landed on the buggies of the Detroit goons and they ran away just in time. One of them was the red bearded man. He looked up and saw the mice standing on one of the iron beams of the bridge.
"Argh, it's those Chicago boys again…"
"We're being bwindsided!", Brie yelled angrily.
The mice drove down.
"We may be three mice…"
"But we ain't blind…"
"And we never run…"
And they opened fire on the buggy boys. But they stopped next to Limburgers limousine when they heard Brie yelling that Chicago was his.
"Think again, stink shrimp", Throttle said with a low voice.
"Yeah… 'cause were on the Chicago team…", Vinnie pointed at himself, his head crooked.
"And no Plutarkian sewage face invades Biker Mice turf without a fight…", Modo finished, crossing his arms. "Right?", and he faced Limburger, who was still sitting in his car.
"Unfortunately…"
"Biker Mice? Looks like Limburger couldn't even finish the job he started on Mars…", the red bearded man said, then he laughed and he grabbed a gun. "How about I give these boys a new zip code?"
But Brie stopped him.
"No, no, no, no! Wait! Let's do this wight…" and he looked at the Biker Mice and Limburger from out of his truck.
"Very well, Wimburger… Do you accept these wodents as your team? I warn you, if they wose, and they will wose, I will destroy ewerything you own, including your wifes!"
Limburger looked with shock on his face at the mice.
"I uh…", but Modo aimed his armcannon at him. Vinnie whirled his lasergun around with his tail and grabbed it, looking very smugly at Limburger. Throttle punched his fist into his other hand. The threat was very clear. Limburger agreed.
Modo looked at his bro's.
"Oh momma, I can't believe we're doing this…"

Later that night, they were standing on one of the many industrial areas Detroit owned, next to the building of Brie. The Biker Mice on the left, the army of Brie on the right. Limburger, Brie and Greasepit were standing on a balcony of the building, looking down.
"Is ewerybody ready?", Brie asked in the microphone.
"Ah man, who would have thought we were gonna be fighting for Limburger?", Modo growled.
"We're not fighting for Limburger, bro's, we're fighting for Chitown!", Throttle told them.
"And now we're finally gonna beat Brie's buggy boys!", Vinnie cheered happily.
"Yeah, that's the theory anyway… The odds are against us", Throttle said, looking at the goons.
"That's when we do our best work!", Modo smiled.
"Attention pwease… Detwoit rules; THERE ARE NO WULES! On your mark…"
The mice revved their bikes, the goons their buggies.
"Get set…"
But the red bearded man, Number One was his name, pushed a button and a rocket flew out of his buggy. It exploded right under Vinnie's bike and he flew into the air.
"Yiiaaooww!"
Throttle and Modo looked in shock at their younger bro, but thankfully, he had it all under control. He made a few somersaults and landed on his tires again.
"HEY! They jumped the gun!", Throttle yelled angrily.
"Missile is more like it…", Modo said.
"SO! That's how you wanna play, 'ey slimefish?", Vinnie growled at Brie. But Number One stopped next to him.
"Like he said: Detroit rules. There are now rules. This isn't Beverly Hills, you know?"
Vinnie glared at him and clenched his teeth. That's it. Enough is just enough. This guy was crossing too many lines, and it all got started with hitting his bro. He jumped off his bike and grabbed the red bearded man by his coat.
"You are messing with the wrong mouse, sweetheart", he said with a dangerously low voice.
Number One looked at him and started laughing. Laughing! Vinnie clenched his fist and punched the guy so hard in the face, he flew away and crashed on the balcony next to Brie.
"That felt extremely satisfying", Vinnie smiled.
Brie looked down and screamed in anger, but before he could say anything, Vinnie pointed his gun at him.
"What? No rules, right?" and he pulled the trigger. Everybody on the balcony dove away and Vinnie laughed. He mounted his bike and whistled at his bro's.
"Yo, bro's. Let finish this!" and they threw themselves into chaos.

Meanwhile, Kiwi was hiding on the roof next to Brie's building. She saw the mice were winning the battle. Good. A sudden movement caught her eye. She saw Karbunkle standing at the edge of the building, with a huge bazooka in his hand. Uh oh… That couldn't be good. Shit. She needed to stop him. But how? She looked around her and saw a metal pipe lying on the floor. She grabbed it and crept towards Karbunkle. The weird guy (or whatever he was) was too busy with gloating, so he didn't notice her. She quickly looked down and saw that the mice had won the battle. They were standing under the balcony, having a conversation with Limburger. Well, conversation. It was more like throwing threats at each other. Kiwi took a deep breath and beat Karbunkle against the back of his head with the pipe. He let out a high scream and dropped on the ground, unconscious.
"Yes!" and she quickly grabbed the bazooka, before it would fall down. At that point, Limburger and the mice looked up and saw her standing. She looked at Vinnie, who gave her a encouraging smile. With his tail, he pointed at Brie's building. She looked back confused, but then it dawned on her. She needed to use the bazooka to blow up that building. But she never had fired a bazooka...
She quickly put her small ear device in her ear and activated it.
"I can't do this, Vinnie", she breathed into the microphone.
"Sure you can, sweetheart. Think about our lessons. First; pose…"
His low voice filled her ear and she felt that tingle in her belly again. But she did what he said.
"Very good, doll. Now, aim… breath… and when you're ready, pull the trigger and blow this shithole to the seventh galaxy."
She looked down on him, and he gave her that smile she loved so much. Throttle and Modo also gave her a reassuring smile. She took a deep breath and felt her body relax.
She lifted the bazooka, closed one eye to aim at the bottom of the building and for a moment, there was only silence and she could only hear her own breathing. Her finger slowly made his way to the trigger.
"You can do this, Kiwi", she heard Vinnie's voice.
He said her name.
She let out her breath and pulled the trigger. The backlash was insane and she fell down on her back. A deafening explosion and she quickly scrambled on her feet again. The whole building was crumbled into dust. She heard Brie screaming.
"Noooo! My poor building!"
"Oh shut up… Once simply get used to it…", Limburger sighed.
Kiwi jumped in the air.
"YES! I did it! Holy shit, I did it!"
She heard three engines and the mice joined her on the roof. They stepped off their bikes and pulled off their helmets, but before anyone could say anything, Kiwi ran towards Vinnie and jumped in his arms.
"I did it! Oh my god, did you see that explosion! Holy shit!"
"Hard to miss, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you!"
Kiwi looked him in the eye and suddenly, that burning desire overtook her again. She quickly made herself loose. Throttle and Modo high fived her.
"Great job, Kiwi ma'am!"
"Yeah, Kiwi. Welcome to the team!"
Kiwi laughed. She never had felt this happy.
"Let's go home, guys", and she climbed on Vinnie's bike.
"Let's ROCK and RIDE!"

A little less drama and a bit more old school action this one. But believe me, next chapter is gonna be tense! So stay tuned and puhlease review! :)