Thanks for the reviews!

Yeah, Kiwi does need to learn how to stay outta trouble. I mean, the mice are trying to keep her out of it, but the girl is stubborn, right?
She isn't Charley, but she isn't completely helpless. There's a fire burning in that girl, but she still needs to find out how to use it.

So, on to the next chapter. Enjoy! ^^

Chapter thirty eight

The mice were driving back home, when Vinnie suddenly hit the brakes. He came to an halt with shrieking tires, startling his bro's. They stopped next to him, looking at him questionably.
"Bro's, aren't you guys missing something?", Vinnie asked, worry on his face.
"'Vin, what…", Throttle started, but then it dawned on him.
"Oh. Kiwi…"
Vinnie nodded. The whole ride home, he had this feeling there was something missing. But he soon realized what it was. Warm arms wrapped about his waist. A helmeted head leaning against his back. A lovely scent, flowers mixed with a hint of apple. Because of the adrenaline and meeting this new guy, he just forgot about her.
Ah man…
He really was just like his mother. That woman had forgotten about him more times than he could remember. While doing groceries, when he was at school, when he was playing in the yard and she just locked the door because she thought he was already inside… He shook his head with a smile because of these memories. She never did it on purpose, though. She could be so easily distracted sometimes. Hmmm.. Wonder why that sounds so familiar?
"Oh momma, she is gonna be so pissed…", Modo sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. How could they just leave her behind?
"Yeah well… Can't say I blame her…", Throttle moaned.
"We gotta go look for her, man. What if she's in trouble?" and Vinnie revved his bike.
But Throttle grabbed his tail, making Vinnie yelp in pain.
"Hold it, macho mouse. We have no idea where she is. Besides, she knows how to contact us when she's in trouble. And since we haven't heard from her yet... Let's just assume she's okay, for now."
Vinnie opened his mouth to protest, but the words didn't came. He closed his mouth, his teeth clapping together. He knew that sometimes, he was way too overprotective. Throttle was right. There was no sign that Kiwi was indeed in trouble.
"Let's go home, bro's. Maybe she already back", Modo suggested and they continued their way home.

A quick check learned them Kiwi wasn't home. Throttle walked straight into the kitchen, pulled open the freezer and lay his head inside with a satisfied sigh.
"I'm sure Kiwi is fine, Vinnie", he tried to reassure his white furred bro, who was sitting on a chair, tabbing his fingers on the table in impatience.
Modo, who took place next to him, gave him a cold rootbeer.
"Yeah, she knows how to find us. Chill, it's way too hot to get riled up."
The gray furred mouse was right. Vinnie felt sweat streaming down his back, making his skin itchy as hell. He had this annoying feeling as if his body was on fire. Another sweat drop slowly made its way down and landed in his eye, the salt in it making his eye twitch. He slammed his fist on the table.
"That's it. Enough is just enough. This is not how I'm gonna live my life the next few weeks. I mean, look at me! Looking like a drowned little kitten all day is so not good for my macho mouse image", and he marched to the garage, determined to get the airco back to work.
Oh boy…

He tried everything. But it was no use. The thing was totalled. Vinnie switched another cable and pushed the button again. But again, nothing happened.
The white furred mouse his frustration level had slowly reached it's breaking point, I mean, he wasn't really known for having much patience.
"GOD DAMMIT, YOU STUPID THING, JUST WORK ALREADY!" and he clenched his fist and punched the machine, leaving a dent in the front.
"You have ONE job, ONE JOB, FOR FUCK SAKE! How hard can it be?!"
He raised his foot, but before he could continue his fight with this stubborn machine, a pair of hands grabbed him.
"Wow, wow, wow, easy Vincent. It's way too hot for this. Besides, I don't think Kiwi is gonna like it if you smash that thing to the seventh galaxy…", Throttle said softly in Vinnie's ear, a withheld chuckle hearable in his voice.
Only Vinnie could start a fight with a airco.
Vinnie whirled around, grabbing Throttle by the shoulders, ready to start a rant about how he was supposed to function, living in this killing heat, when the machine suddenly made a few ticking noises. Both mice slowly turned their head, looking at the airco as if it suddenly started talking. Another tick, and after that, a buzzing sound. Cool air slowly filled the garage. Vinnie and Throttle looked back at each other, Vinnie still holding Throttle. A arrogant smile curled his lips, but before he could say something, Throttle pulled him in a hug.
"Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you…", he mumbled.
Vinnie, at first a little surprised, clapped his bro on the back.
"No problem, bro. Do I have a delicate touch with machines, or what?", he smiled, obviously very pleased with himself.
But for once, Throttle didn't care about his younger bro's ego. The guy had saved him from overheating and spending his days with his head in the freezer. That was worth the bragging, alright. Obviously.

"Okay, okay...I gotta tell ya… I'm worried now. I mean, it's just not like Kiwi to be away this long without contacting us…", Throttle said, while looking at the clock. They were in the, now filled with cool air, garage, working on their bikes.
"Five hours away from me? Must be like a day without sunshine", Vinnie agreed, making a joke out of it to push away that nagging feeling something was wrong.
"Yeah… well, I wish she would at least send a message", Modo said.
They suddenly heard a loud explosion in the distance and they run to the window to look outside. A missile was making its way towards them.
"Uh oh, bro's… find cover!", Throttle yelled and he and Modo dove behind their bikes.
Vinnie, on the other hand, didn't. He somehow missed the urge to get himself into safety. That probably had something to do with his lack of self preservation.
Luckily for him, the rocket wasn't really a rocket. It looked like one, though, when it crashed through the window and landed on the table. But instead of exploding, a note came out of the back.
"What is it, a special bomb?", he heard Modo asking. Vinnie grabbed the note.
"More like special delivery."
He looked at the note.
"Hey! It's from the Pitboss!"
Throttle and Modo joined him.
"No kidding… what does he want?", Throttle asked, putting away his gun that he'd grabbed in the process.
Vinnie's tail suddenly started to twitch.
"He's got Kiwi!"
"What!? Now that low down…", Throttle started to growl.
"...slave driving SCUM!", Modo finished, his eye glowing red.
Vinnie held up his hand.
"He says he want us to meet him. Tomorrow, on foot and unarmed. Or we'll never see her again…", the white furred mouse read out loud with his voice low, his fur bristled. Was this guy even serious?
"Tomorrow? Sorry, can't wait…", Throttle shook his head.
"On foot? Nope, not our style…", Modo added.
"Unarmed? HAHAHA! What's this guy, a comedian?", Vinnie laughed, for a moment too stunned because of the stupidity of this guy.
"Well, zip outta three ain't bad", Throttle pointed out while mounting his bike. "Let's go get our lady back, shall we?"
"Let's ride!", his bro's answered in unison.

"Well, now, let's see…", the Pitboss smiled, licking his lips. They were standing in some sort of courtyard inside the castle that this evil man called his home. There was a throne, made out of stone, standing on a platform. After being dragged up the few stairs, Kiwi was now standing next to the throne, shivering like a scared child.
She couldn't look at him, the guy was scary alright. His blue eyes, filled with hate and cruelness. His blond hair, that looked like it didn't had a decent shower in years, and therefore was one, greasy, smelly dreadlock. His evil smile, with rotten teeth. His breath, that almost smelled like death. He was trained well, his body was strong and muscular. But not like sexy muscular. No, more like a bodybuilder that didn't want to admit he was getting too old for this shit.
"You really are a pretty little thing, aren't you?", he whispered, looking at her from head to toe. Kiwi stared at her feet, fiddling with her fingers. Suddenly, she felt his hand grabbing her chin and he forced her to look at him.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you", he spit out, his blue eyes fuming.
Kiwi looked at him, tears in her eyes. She grabbed his wrist from the hand that was still holding her chin in a iron grip.
"You're hurting me…"
He looked at her, almost surprised, and started laughing. He let her go, holding his belly in pure joy. But as soon as he started, he also stopped. He grabbed her again, this time with even more force.
"I don't think you understand, my little dove. I LIKE hurting people."
Kiwi suddenly felt something changing inside of her. The fear got replaced by anger. She grabbed his wrist again and this time, she used her nails.
"I don't think YOU understand, asshole. If the mice are gonna find out that you hurt me, oh boy… you better run and hide. Because no one's allowed to mess with their family."
Kiwi wasn't sure either she imagined it or that it was really there, but she thought she saw a glimpse of fear in his eyes. She smiled.
"It's okay to be afraid. You should be afraid", she said with a cold voice..
"Enough. You think you can stand here, in my own castle, and depreciate me? You have no idea who I am, lady. Take off your clothes. Now."
Wait, what? That escalated quickly.
Kiwi's eyes grew big. She let go off his wrist and he squeezed in her chin.
"Now. Or I'll do it for you."

The ice cold tone in his voice was the reason she obeyed. I mean, the tone in that voice clearly gave away that disobeying was no option. The anger, that had flamed up for a moment, was gone and the fear was back. What was he gonna do with her?
She slowly took off her shirt. She was still wearing her bikini. Did they really went for a swim just this morning? It already felt like ages ago. When her shirt was out, she pulled down her shorts. She shivered, it was cold down here. The heat that was afflicting Chicago, nowhere to be found down here. She looked up at the Pitboss, who licked his lips and looking at her with lust in his eyes.
Oh god…
"Continue."
"Please… Don't make me do this…", she whispered.
He raised his arm and hit her with the back of his hand. Kiwi's head jerked to the side, because of the force she felt something snap in her neck. Jesus, was this guy the Hulk or something? He just slapped her as if he was waving away a fly and she almost broke her neck.
"Do it."
Kiwi untied the knot of her bikini top with shaking hands, trying to force herself to be at another place. Well, mentally of course. Physically, she was stuck here.
Vinnie, where are you?

When she was completely naked, the Pitboss came closer. Kiwi scrambled back, but he grabbed her by the arm and before she even could process it, her hands were chained together. He held the chain, making sure she couldn't go anywhere and his face stopped next to her ear. He closed his eyes and sniffed up her scent. Kiwi squeezed her eyes, her breathing shallow.
This wasn't happening.
This wasn't happening.
God, it was happening.
Why?
"On your knees", he ordered and she did what her was told. He strapped a leather belt around her neck, that was attached at a chain on the wall. Jesus, what was wrong with this guy? He obviously had some really disturbing interests.
Suddenly, one of his men walked in. Kiwi tried to make him look at her, maybe he would help her, but he completely ignored her. This probably wasn't the first time a girl was sitting here, like a dog on a chain.
The Pitboss was busy talking with the guy, giving him orders about what needed to be done before the arrival of the mice. Kiwi just sat there, on her knees, shivering because of cold and fear. God, this was humiliating.
Vinnie, I need you, now more than ever…

"Well, where were we?"
Kiwi looked up, seeing they were alone again. The Pitboss held up a whip, smiling evilly.
"Oh, we're gonna have so much fun together. We have till tomorrow, and when the mice are coming here, unarmed and on foot… What? Why are you laughing?", he suddenly asked when Kiwi burst out into laughter.
She just couldn't stop herself. No matter how humiliating this was, no matter how scary and intimidating the guy was, he was stupid, alright. They all were. She stopped laughing and looked up at him, a ice cold look in her eyes.
"Never gonna happen, pork butt. As if they gonna listen to you… Gosh, you're dumb."
Maybe it was the adrenaline.
Maybe it was the thought that this guy truly was convinced the mice were gonna obey his orders.
She had no idea, but she knew one thing when the words left her mouth; she just made a big mistake. Well, two actually.
One; men never like it when you call them dumb and she wasn't really in the right position to provoke the guy.
Two; she just gave away the one thing that could get her outta this mess unharmed, namely; time.
Oh and how right she was…
The Pitboss raised his whip and a immense pain made Kiwi scream when the end of the whip made contact with her thigh, cutting in her flesh. He raised his whip again and hit her again. And again. The skin on her thigh split open and Kiwi screamed again, crying in pain. Tears streamed over her face while holding her thigh with her chained hands. The Pitboss whirled the long whip around her neck and pulled. Kiwi fell forward on her belly, her fingers clamping around the whip so she could breathe, but it was no use.
"Who do you think you are, talking to me like that? I should kill you…", he hissed in her ear.
Kiwi was struggling to get air, the world was already starting to fade away, when he suddenly released her. She coughed loudly and gasped for air. The Pitboss grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head back, so she could look at him.
"And I will. But not now."
And he let her go. Kiwi curled herself up on the floor, holding her legs. The pain in her right leg was killing her, blood was dripping out of the mean looking wound. She felt humiliated to the bone, and she couldn't stop shaking.
"Vinnie, please… Help me…", she whispered, so soft that the Pitboss couldn't hear her.
"Get back on your knees. Now."
She did what he said, hoping he wasn't gonna hit her again. But suddenly…

Laserfire hit the floor, next to the Pitboss his feet. He jumped outta the way and looked music slowly filled the air. His face twisted in anger when he saw the mice whirling down on their bikes, using the wings.
Kiwi looked up, a desperate look on her face and her eyes locked with Vinnie. The white furred mouse clearly needed a little time to process what he was seeing. First, his eyes grew big in surprise and shock, after that, he narrowed them and she could almost feel his rage down here.
"How dare you to ignore my orders!?", the Pitboss yelled angrily, grabbing a rocket launcher.
The mice were flying low now and Vinnie fired his laser, shooting the chain that was attached to the leather belt around Kiwi's neck.
"Get the hell outta here, sweetheart. NOW!"
His voice. God, he was pissed. She almost felt sorry for the Pitboss. Wait, what?
"Yeah, we got some devastation to deal out", Throttle added, his voice so low it gave Kiwi goosebumps.
"You don't have to tell me twice", she mumbled while scrambling on her feet. She grabbed her clothes with shaking hands and stumbled away, limping because of the wound in her leg.
But the Pitboss wasn't gonna give up that easily. He fired a missile at the mice, who were now almost down. Vinnie saw it coming and ducked.
"You're aim is as sorry as your face", he growled, while landing.
"Oh, but I wasn't aiming at you, rodent…" and he fired another missile.
Throttle and Modo landed too, but then, the two missiles exploded and before they could make it out, half of the castle landed on top of them, burying them under rubble and stones.
Kiwi was almost at the door to freedom, when she heard the explosions. She froze and turned around. Her heart skipped a beat.
"No… No, GUYS!", she screamed when she saw the huge pile of stones.
Of course, that wasn't what made her scream in fear. It was the sight of Modo's tail coming out of the rubble, like a lifeless snake. She wanted to run towards them, but when she saw the Pitboss standing and smiling at her, she stopped death in her tracks. She needed to get the hell outta here, regroup and come back later. They needed her help, but there was nothing that she could do right now. She was gonna come back and get them outta here. And she prefered not to be naked when she did. She turned around and made a hasty retreat.
"Sorry, guys… But don't worry, I'll be back… I promise..."

Kiwi was stumbling towards a barn she saw down the road. Maybe she could find there some tools that could help her remove these chains. She was wearing her bikini and shorts again, but putting on her shirt with the chains around her wrists obviously didn't work.
She crept to the house, her head low. When she looked inside, she saw someone was working on something. She suddenly realized who it was. It was the guy with the monster truck. Along with that discovery came a huge relief. He'd helped the mice fighting Limburger. That made him one of the good guys, right?
She ran towards him, her teeth clenched because of the pain in her leg, but suddenly started doubting. What if she was wrong? What if he worked for the Pitboss? She stopped, but he had already seen her. He walked towards her with a huge wire cutter in his hands. Kiwi held up her hands in fear and scrambled backwards.
But before she could say anything, he cut the chains and they fell on the floor with a bang. She stared at it for a moment and looked up again.
"There. You're free now", the dark skinned guy said with a deep, friendly voice. "Figured anybody who's wearing chains in the Pitboss his territory must be on the right side. The name's Four By."
"T-thanks…", Kiwi stuttered, suddenly feeling the urge to cry because of his friendly voice.
"You okay?", he asked, a little worried.
Kiwi took a deep breath to grab herself together and put on her shirt.
"Yeah, I guess…", but his look landed on her the bleeding wound on her leg.
"That doesn't look okay to me", he said.
Kiwi looked down. He was right. It did look nasty. And it hurted like hell. She quickly ripped a piece off her shirt and tied it around her leg.
"That should do it for now. I eh… I'm Kiwi. I'm down here in these pits thanks to that lousy cheese face Lawrence…"
"...Limburger", Four By filled in.
"Yeah. The same stinkfish who framed you", she nodded.
Four By froze and stared at her, a intense look in his eyes. He had beautiful eyes, she saw now. Deep brown, with a small hint of green.
"You know about that?", he insisted. The tone in his voice was firm, but still friendly.
"Are you kidding? I was there", Kiwi answered, grabbing the phone outta her pocket, showing it to him. "I filmed the whole thing, that's why he tried to get rid of me."
Four By breathed in sharply.
"What?! That slimy, no good…", he started, but he recovered himself. "I gotta go back there. I'll take that phone to the police, I'm sure they can get the footage…", he started, walking closer to Kiwi to grab the phone, but Kiwi stumbled back.
"NO! Look, we can't… My biker friends might still be buried under a avalanche or… maybe even held captive by the Pitboss… We have to save them!"
Four By nodded, putting back on his shirt. God, the guy was almost bigger than Modo, Kiwi realised now. He sure had the same muscular build as the mice. She had to admit, he was quite handsome. But she couldn't help herself that she was missing a fur or a tail. White fur. Ruby red eyes…
"Biker's, 'ey?", Four By asked, breaking her outta her thoughts. "They wouldn't happen to be a little bit on the furry side, now would they?"
Kiwi hesitated, she wasn't sure what to say. She knew Throttle didn't want anyone else finding out about them...
"Uh… They're the… uh…", she stuttered.
"The Biker Mice From Mars", Fourby smiled, turning around and looking at the thing he was working on. Kiwi suddenly saw what it was. It was the monster truck, but twice as big now. Wow…
Wait, what? He knew about the mice?
She felt Four By's hand grabbing her arm and dragging her with him towards the big truck.
"The tree of us just have to rescue them", he said, while lifting her in the car.
"Yeah, we totally should…", Kiwi answered absently, looking impressed around her. But then his words dawned on her.
"Wait, what? Three of us?"
"That's right, Kiwi. You, me and…" he started the car, a growling sound filled the barn they were in. " ...and the Mighty Mo."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the pits, the mice were standing in the same arena again. Luckily, being buried under the rubble only had knocked them out cold. Well, they had a few scratches here and there, but at least no serious injuries.
When they woke up in a cell, still dazed, the guards had grabbed them and brought them to the arena where they chained the mice with their hands to the ground. They could stand upright, but that's all. The Pitboss was sitting on his throne, with one leg dangling over one of the armrests, looking down with a evil smile.
"I've been looking forward to this for a long time now, rodents", he chuckled. "Yeah… finally got this place rebuilt since you trashed it the last time we met…"
Throttle, who was standing on the right side from Modo, chuckled. Not that he was amused, no, he was angry alright. The guy had crossed a line to treat Kiwi the way he did.
"Well, maybe you should've gotten your face rebuilt while you're at… pal."
His tail lashed through the air while saying these words.
"Ya know, if you could spin ugly, you would be a rich man…", Modo growled, standing in the middle of his bro's, also upset.
The Pitboss chuckled, clearly not impressed.
"Okay, wise mouths. We're gonna keep this short, sweet and deadly…", he smiled, while standing up, gesturing around him. The mice looked up, seeing multiple guys standing on the highest tribune in the arena, guns aimed at their heads.
"Get ready to fire…", the Pitboss smiled.
Vinnie pulled on the chains, clenching his teeth. But it was no use. Even Modo couldn't get loose.
"Ready..."
No.
This could not how his life would end. This wasn't a cool way to die. Chained up like rats, helpless… No way, man. He's supposed to die in a blaze of glory. And then there was Kiwi. He couldn't just leave her like this. Even thinking about her made his blood boil again. The Pitboss had touched her. She was bleeding when she ran away, he had seen it. And it made him wanna rip off the guys head. But he only could do that while being alive. And by the looks of things, that wasn't gonna be long…
"Aim…"
There was no way out. The bikes were also chained, unable to fire their laser or rockets.
He looked at Modo and Throttle, who looked back. Throttle gave him a reassuring smile. As if he wanted to tell him it was okay. Okay that their life was about to end. Their life, full with death. Darkness. War. But Vinnie shook his head in denial. Even if life was hard, fucked up and deathly, there were so many things to live for. Modo was still pulling on the chains, also not ready to leave this world right now.
But what could they do? Vinnie looked up at the Pitboss, who opened his mouth. He saw his lips forming the words 'fire', and Vinnie closed his eyes. For a moment, there was only silence. He could hear his own breathing, his head was filled with a buzzing noise. He tensed his muscles, ready for impact, and let out his breath.
But then…

A load roaring engine. A cracking sound when the wall crashed. Vinnie's eyes flew open and his lips curled in a smile when he saw the monster truck. Talk about good timing…
A laser came out the roof of the truck, shooting the chains of the bikes. They came to life, revving their engine and drove towards their riders, using their lasers to free them.
"WHAT?!", the Pitboss screamed in anger, but then he saw the mice jumping on their bikes. "NO!"
The guys drove around in the arena, shooting at the Pitcrew that had almost killed them just minutes ago. They all ran away, remembering the last time they tried to fight these creatures.
They stopped their bikes close at the throne, looking up at the Pitboss with fuming eyes, while the monster truck stopped behind them.
"Who dares invading the castle of the Pitboss?", the blond headed man asked.
Four By opened his door, showing himself.
"The name's Four By. And chaining up people is against the law…"
"HA! You're outta your mind!", the Pitboss yelled, jumping down into the arena and grabbing his whip. This time, his electrical whip.
"There is no law in the pits…"
He lashed out and the end of the whip whirled around Four By's wrist. But the big guy just clenched his teeth while feeling the electricity running through his body and pulled. The mice jumped off their bikes and grabbed the whip, ignoring the electricity too. They used all their strength and the Pitboss wasn't up against it.
After one more hard pull, the blond headed man flew towards the group and Four By grabbed him by his shirt, lifting him up. His nose almost touched the nose of the Pitboss, while throwing away the whip.
"There is now…" and he threw the Pitboss on the ground, making him land on his butt. Hard.

Vinnie was having a hard time to stop himself from launching on the guy and choke him with his bare hands for what he did to Kiwi, but he knew this wasn't his fight anymore. If Four By wanted to stand up against the crazy Pitboss, he needed to do that alone. To show he was one you shouldn't mess with. But still… He touched Kiwi. He hurt her. Vinnie tensed, clenching his teeth. He felt Throttle's hand on his shoulder, and he looked at the tan furred mouse, who gave him a warning look. Vinnie looked back at the guy who had hurt his girl. Who had treated her like she was some kinda animal.
While Vinnie was having his inner battle what to do, Four By walked closer to the Pitboss, who was still lying on the floor. The cruel man was looking around him, in the hope the Pitcrew came to help him. But he was alone. He looked up at Four By, trying to get on his feet, but suddenly, a white blur grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him up. The Pitboss raised his eyes and looked into a pair of fuming, ruby red eyes, almost burning a hole in his skull.
"If you ever, EVER touch my girl again, you're a dead man... Then nothing is gonna be able to save you… You got that?"
The low voice of the creature even gave the Pitboss goosebumps. He felt the white furred hand that was holding his shirt vibrating, knowing the mouse was using all his strength to keep himself from killing him right here, right now. But he wasn't one that was easily impressed. Well, he had to admit, he was impressed. But it wasn't really necessary to show it. His lips curled into a evil smile, looking at the furious white furred mouse.
"Your point is well taken. But tell me something… is the pussy of that little slut of yours that tight as I think it is?"
Vinnie's eyes grew big for a moment, surprised by the nerve of this guy. But then the words dawned on him. He gritted his teeth, his tail lashed through the air while clenching his fist. But before he could do something, he felt a pair of hands grabbing him. A metal hand peeled his fingers loose from the shirt of the Pitboss and he was dragged away. Four By grabbed the electric whip and hit the Pitboss with it, knocking the guy out. He quickly chained his hands together and turned to the mice. Modo was holding Vinnie, who was struggling to get loose. The dark skinned man lay a hand on Vinnie's shoulder.
"Listen, bro. Let me promise you this, things are gonna change down here now. And this guy…", and he gestured to the Pitboss. "... is never gonna touch your girl again, or any other girl for that matter. I promise you that."
Vinnie stopped struggling, looking at Four By. He narrowed his eyes, studying the face of the human male. He saw honesty. Determination. He took a deep breath to calm down.
"Okay. Okay. Fair enough."
Throttle let him go and the white furred mouse quickly walked towards the Mighty Mo, climbed up and opened the door. Kiwi stared at him for a moment, but then she smiled.
"Hey macho mouse…", she whispered.
Vinnie wrapped his arms around her, carrying her out of the cabin. Once back on the ground, he pulled her against him, holding her tightly.
"Sweetheart… Are you okay?", he whispered in her ear.
"Yeah, I am…. Really, how is it you guys always have such a good timing?", she said softly while burying her face into his soft fur on his chest.
"You really need to ask that? We're the baddest mamma jammers from Mars. Duh", Vinnie said as if it was the most logical thing on Earth (and Mars).
Maybe it was.
But then, he grabbed her by the shoulders and looked her in the eye, a serious look on his face.
"But dammit doll, no matter how good we are, and always will be, what if… Uhm... I'm not sure how to put this. But let's just say, hypothetical speaking of course, you get in trouble again and we won't be on time? I know, I know, what are the odds, right? Especially when we talk about moi. But you know… what if?"
Kiwi pinched his cheek, a little smile on her lips.
"Let's just hope there won't be a next time."
Vinnie narrowed his eyes. That was not the answer he was hoping for. But Throttle interrupted them.
"We still got us a fish to fry, bro's. And clear the name of our new bro here."
Vinnie looked one more time at Kiwi.
'This isn't over', he mouthed, a warning but playful look in his eyes.
Kiwi blushed and quickly made herself loose and limped over to Throttle.
"I got everything on film, Throttle. I can send the footage to the news, that will take care of it."
Throttle looked concerned at her leg, but then nodded.
"Do it."

Limburger was pleased with himself. The mice were in the pits, he got away with trashing a school… He grabbed a handful of worms and stuffed them into his mouth, sighing happily.
"What a wonderful weekend this has being", he smiled, leaning back in his chair and lying his feet on the desk. "Nothing, absolutely nothing, could ruin my subliminally satisfied mood right now…"
Suddenly, one of the TV's that was hanging on the wall, came to life and Modo's head appeared on the screen, looking smugly at Limburger.
"Hey there, cheese face", he smiled. "Is your insurance paid up?"
Limburger looked back, a confused look on his face.
"Insurance? Whatever do you…", but he jumped on his feet before he finished that sentence. He waddled to the window, looking down.
"NOOOO!", he yelled when he saw what was happening.

Throttle and Vinnie smiled when they attached the ends of the huge chain, that was whirled around Limburger's tower, together.
Modo was sitting on his bike, looking at the screen in his dashboard when Limburger came back into view.
"I'll teach you smug little vermin a lesson you'll never forget!"
He grabbed his phone, still looking at Modo with a angry look on his face.
"Get me police commissioner Taylor, NOW!"
Modo shook his head with a smile.
"No need to place that call, eel lips."
Vinnie joined the conversation on screen.
"'Cause the commissioner is holding on the other line."
"Yeah, something to do with what's showing on the news right now…",. Throttle also joined.
He nodded at Kiwi, who was sitting at the back of Vinnie's bike with her laptop. She pressed enter and now, the news was on the TV's in Limburger's office.

The mice saw the look on Limburgers face switching from smugly to scared. The tape showed how he and Karbunkle were standing close by the school, Limburger yelling at him to destroy it. Of course, Kiwi had only send the parts where Limburger was on, leaving the mice completely out of it.
Limburger sighed, knowing he was defeated.
"Point, match and checkmate to you fearless furboys. Who surely aren't so vindictive as to purposely tear down my beloved building… Are you?", the big fish asked at them.
"Who? Us? Never!", Vinnie smiled innocent.
"But, we can't speak for others", Modo chuckled.
"Others? What others?", Limburger asked, clearly worried now.
"All set, Four By. Hehehe… all the way", Throttle chuckled in his radio.
"Oh dear…", Limburger sighed.

Down in the pits, Four By smiled and put the pedal to the floor. Mighty Mo flew forward, pulling on the chain, that now cut into the stones of the building and the mice made a quickly retreat to a building closeby, to watch the show from there. The whole building crumbled into dust.
"Ah… no matter how many times I see it…", Modo sighed.
His bro's smiled.
"Increase the peace, bro's", they heard Four By yelling over the radio.
"Ride free, citizen!", they answered.
"Well… Looks like Four By has found the open spaces he wanted", Modo smiled.
"Sure does. In a place that really needs someone like him", Throttle agreed.
Vinnie looked over his shoulder at Kiwi.
"Let's get you home, that wound needs treatment, pretty lady."
Kiwi nodded, holding her leg. It was hurting like hell. But she had refused to go back home early. She wanted to help to get Limburger down. And clear Four By's name. Heck, they even needed her, since she was the magical hacker. But now, the heat was starting to get to her again and the pain in her leg was almost unbearable.
"Oh, and I fixed the airco, by the way", Vinnie said while they drove back home.
"What? Really? How did you do it?", she asked surprised, remembering she had tried everything to get that thing back to work,
"Let's just say Vinnie used one of his many talents", Throttle chuckled.
"Or maybe it was just because he lost his patience and smashed the thing", Modo answered dryly.
"Hey! It worked, right?"
"You smashed it? God, I can't let you guys home alone for… HEY! That reminds me… You guys just LEFT me!", Kiwi yelled, punching Vinnie on the back.
The white furred mouse glanced over his shoulder, a slight blush on his cheeks.
"Hehe, yeah, about that…"
Throttle quickly intervened.
"We'll talk about that when we are home and your wound is treated. I mean, I also have something to discuss with you, Kiwi. Something about getting in trouble all the time…"
He said it lightly, but Kiwi could hear the serious tone in his voice. She shrunk a little, grabbing Vinnie and leaning against his back.
"I'm not sure if I'm looking forward to that talk…", she mumbled.
Vinnie squeezed his tail that was around her waist, but said nothing. It wasn't that he was mad at her, but he was with Throttle on this one.
This girl really needed to learn to stay outta trouble.

Oh dear, Kiwi is in for a heavy talk.

Don't worry, I didn't forget about Ruby.
But maybe the mice did… Hehehe. Wonder if she's gonna be mad at them.

Please, feel free to review and till next time!

Later!