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Chapter forty five

"...and we found a building that the Plutarkians use as storage, so I'm going to send a team over to investigate what they're keeping in there. Also, Rimfire is still making a plan to get Stoker out, but the camp he's in has very high security and…", Carbine trailed off when she looked up from her paper.
They were having a meeting, talking about plans and strategy, keeping each other updated… but her favorite mouse in the universe wasn't listening, she could tell.
"Oh, Throttle, what is up with you? You seem… distracted…", Carbine sighed, coming closer to the camera to study the tan furred mouse's face.
Throttle took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.
"Sorry, babe. Just got a lot on my mind… Go on."
But to Throttle's surprise, she shook her head and rested her head in her hands, looking at him with a glance of worry in her eyes.
"No, something is eating you. Talk to me, handsome."
Throttle stared at her for a moment.
Wow.
He'd expected her to continue, after all, fighting this war sometimes seemed to be the only thing she cared about, but clearly, something's changed.
Clearly.
He realized he was still staring at her and he put back on his glasses, chuckling a little uncomfortable.
"It's nothing major, babe, it's just… "
"This is about Vinnie, isn't it?", she asked, but without the sharp tone he'd expected.
Something really was different, alright.
"Uhm, partially, yes… I just... " Throttle tried to find the words.
A image of Vinnie in that bed, grinding his teeth while the blood was dripping outta his mouth, flashed before his eyes… the empty eyes…
"It's my fault this happened to him… I let him walk right into this mess… Jesus, Carbine, I can't get his face outta my head, I keep seeing those empty eyes, his body that… Man, it was unworthy of a mouse… I should've known his plan was gonna backfire, I mean, there's a reason I'm the leader and he isn't, right?"
Carbine let him speak, her eyes burning with sympathy.
"And he's still struggling, I mean, he's pretending to be okay, but he isn't… He's broken, Carbine. Thank the Mothers of Mars he has Kiwi, she's the only thing that's keeping him on his feet, but… Dammit! He almost died under my watch. And I have a hard time dealing with that fact. It's eating me. Almost poisoning me..."
Carbine waited till he was done, since she knew it was better to let it all out first. But when he stopped talking and looked at her, breathing heavily and his mouth in a tight line, she took a deep breath.
"I'm so sorry you feel that way, Throttle… Really, I am. And I don't know what to say to make you feel better. Well, I could tell you that it wasn't your fault. That Vinnie's still responsible for himself and his own actions. But you wouldn't believe me. I could tell you that not only you, but nobody else had expected this plan would go the way it did. But you wouldn't believe me. I can only say I know how you feel, that being a leader is hard and it sometimes comes with failure. You sometimes make decisions from which you later on realize wasn't the best call to make. But you can't change the past. You only can learn from your mistakes and move on, avoiding to make them again…"
Some people would say she was being harsh. That she needed to tell him it wasn't his fault, that there was nothing he could've done, that he shouldn't blame himself, but this was war. And living in a war meant living by a different script. A different manual.
And being a leader wasn't easy. Yes, sometimes people died under your watch. And that was a hard pill to swallow, that's for sure. But giving up wasn't a option.
Throttle sighed and played with a pen that was lying on the desk.
"I know, babe. I guess it just gonna take me some time to get over this one…"
"And you take your time. Don't push it away. It always comes back. Twice as hard."
Throttle gave her a sad smile.
"Yeah…"
Suddenly, Kiwi came into the garage.
"Throttle, I'm sorry to interrupt, but Limburger is up to something. I was driving back from doing groceries and saw Greasepit driving in a weird vehicle towards the oil refinery…"
Throttle got upright and smiled at Carbine.
"Sorry, babe. Duty calls. Been long enough after that whole Verminator story... "
"Go get them, hunk mouse. Talk to you later and Throttle...? Take care."
"You too. Throttle out."

Ten weeks.
It had cost him ten weeks, but he was finally allowed to ride his bike again and Vinnie couldn't be happier.
And now, they jumped over the fence of the refinery and saw Greasepit sitting in a vehicle that had a large trunk, sucking the oil outta the ground. But of course, when they came into view, he ordered the goons to attack.
No surprise there.
The goons came outta different directions and started the pursuit, while firing laser.
Throttle ducked and looked over his shoulder.
"Hmmm… Class must be out."
He spotted a big pile of barrels just ahead of him and he hit the brakes, turned his bike and fired a rope outta the back. The hook grabbed the wooden plank that was making sure the pile remained a pile. But Throttle had other plans and he hit the accelerator. The plank broke and the whole pile of barrels came down, straight towards the goons. The minions couldn't stop the crash and Throttle smiled while looking at the chaos.
"Badda bing… Now that's a drumble…", he chuckled.
Ah.
Nothing better than a little bit of action to clear a troubled mind.
Meanwhile, Modo was driving towards one of the big tanks that was used to storage the oil, when a laser hit the ground closeby his front tire.
"Wow!", he called out while avoiding the next shot. He looked up, following the direction of the shots and saw a goon standing on top of the oil tank.
"Sniper at twelve o'clock!", and he revved his bike. He drove straight up, because hey, they are the Biker Mice From Mars and they just can.
The goon kept firing, but Modo was already standing next to him and kicked him off the tank.
"Eleven o'clock, nine o'clock, seven o'clock…", the gray furred giant counted while looking how the man got closer to the ground.
He eventually landed in a huge container filled with garbage, breaking his fall.
"Six o'clock", Modo smiled satisfied.
On the other side of the area, Vinnie was also followed by a small army of goons. He smiled, looking over his shoulder.
"Heyyy… I got me a following…" and he revved his bike. "Lift off!" and he also drove up at one of the oil tanks, just like Modo had done. But when he was halfway, he shot out a rope from the back of his bike and it whirled around the round shaped faucet that kept the oil inside. Vinnie continued his journey up and the faucet turned open, giving the goons a nice shower of oil. The buggies slipped and crashed into each other.

His bro's joined the white furred mouse on top of the oil tank and stopped their bikes.
"Ya know, I still don't feel quite right…", Throttle said, biting his lower lip.
"Yeah, yeah, kinda like… unfulfilled…", Vinnie nodded, agreeing with his bro.
"Like something's missing…", Modo mused.
"Hey mousies…", they suddenly heard a all too familiar voice.
"Aaahhh… The main course", the mice said in unison, smiling at each other. "Greasepit…"
They looked down and saw the oil dripping guy standing below them, with a grenade in his hand.
"Say good night, furballs!", and he pulled out the pin.
"Ehm, bro's? Is he really dumb enough to throw a grenade at a oil tank?", Vinnie asked with disbelief in his voice, rubbing his chin with narrowed eyes.
"Oh yeah, sure!", Modo nodded.
"Most definitely", Throttle agreed.
"Dumber than dumb!", Vinnie sang.
And indeed, Greasepit threw the grenade in their direction.
The mice popped a wheelie and fired their jets. Right before the grenade exploded, causing a huge explosion, they flew up in the air.
"AAAAOOWW! Rocket mouse!", Vinnie cheered.
"Shoot your chutes!", Throttle ordered and they did what he said.
Throttle and Modo landed close to each other and disconnected the parachutes while turning their bikes. They both fired their laser while aiming at the ground, creating some kinda moat around the refinery, to avoid the oil would leak further into the direction of the city and by doing that, making sure the fire would stay here.
"That should do it", Throttle said.
Modo was about to say something, but then…
"Ahhh man…", they heard a high pitched voice moan in the distance.
Modo narrowed his eye.
"Vinnie… He sounds hurt…"
"Ah man, I knew he wasn't ready", Throttle sighed and they quickly followed the sound.
They found Vinnie sitting next to his bike that was lying on her side under a tree. By the looks of things, Vinnie had crashed into the tree and fell down with bike and all.
"No… No, no, no…", the white furred mouse moaned, holding his bike, his ears drooped.
"What is it, bro? Something with your head? Broken arm?", Throttle demanded worried, jumping off his bike.
But when he heard Vinnie's answer, he stopped death in his tracks.
"No… No, man… It's even worse… Broken radio!"
Throttle and Modo shared a annoyed look, and the gray furred giant slammed his hand against his helmeted head.
"You really need to get your priorities straight, little bro…"
"And how the hell did you end up in that tree?", Throttle asked, still shaking his head. T
hat kid sure knew how to exaggerate. Sure, broken radio sucked, but come on…
"Not important right now! We need to go back, we need to fix my radio, I can't fight without my radio, I can't even LIVE without my radio!", Vinnie whined.
Throttle heard his tone and that made clear to him his younger bro was holding something back, but he knew him. Right now, there was no way they were gonna have a normal conversation with that white furred loudmouth.
First step; back to the house and fix that goddamn radio.

Vinnie was pacing through the garage while Kiwi was looking at the radio. She wasn't a mechanic, but she knew a lot about technologie, so they hoped she could fix Vinnie's radio.
But Vinnie was close to losing his shit.
"It's just way too quiet… I can't stand this silence, I just can't…", he mumbled.
Kiwi rolled her eyes and continued her work. But the thing was toasted.
"I dunno… This radio is pretty trashed, I don't think…", but before she could continue, her macho mouse grabbed her by the shoulders and whirled her around.
Then, he took both arms in a iron grip. She breathed in sharply, looking into his wild eyes.
"Don't say that! It's gotta pull through! It just gotta…" and his grip became even tighter.
"Vinnie, you're hurting me…", Kiwi squealed, not really knowing why he reacted like this.
But then again, it wasn't actually that surprising. The mouse hated peace and quietness. Everywhere he'd go, there was music. This radio was his life.
Throttle quickly lay a hand on Vinnie's shoulder and pulled him away from Kiwi. The white furred mouse let her go and she rubbed her arms, noticing the red spots where his fingers just were.
Honestly, this mouse was such a piece of work.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, chill, Vincent. This isn't Kiwi's fault…"
Vinnie gritted his teeth and slowly came closer to Throttle.
"You don't understand, bro… I need my radio…" and he suddenly grabbed the tan furred mouse by the shoulders, shaking him roughly.
"I need my radio, I need my radio, I need my radio, I need my radio, I need...!"
"Hey, hey, Vinnie, Vinnie!", Modo yelled and Vinnie looked over his shoulder.
"Listen, how about I turn on my radio? The sweet Georgie Brown show is on…", and he pushed the button.
"Yo… ehm… bro's", came outta the speakers, but it wasn't the voice of Georgie Brown.
The mice their jaws fell open and they shared a look. That voice sounded a lot like…
"Limburger", they said in unison.
Kiwi giggled, she couldn't help it. She loved it how they said the same things at the same time or finished each others sentences. It was cute, really. And Vinnie seemed to be distracted now, so that was also a good thing. But what was that stinkfish up to?

"Now, this is rap master Larry, filling in for Sweet Georgie Brown, who's a bit… under the weather today, shall we say? It's time for… Rap master Larry's boss give away game! It's a far out happening, makes the others look lame. Soooo, be the first caller and catch this price of extraordinary size. Three Blow Funk stereos for motorbikes!"
"Blow Funk stereo?", Vinnie asked slowly, his eyes grew big. "Man, the absolute best!"
"The stereo's goes to the first caller who answers this question correctly; Who is the most dreadfully annoying personality in pop music? Our lines are open!"
"Sweetheart, gimme ya phone, now!", Vinnie yelled hyper and Kiwi quickly gave it to him, before he would rip off her clothes to get it. I mean, nothing was gonna stop him now, that was for sure.
Vinnie quickly typed in the number and held the phone at his big ear, pacing through the garage again.
Kiwi shared a look with the two other mice, who shrugged with a smile on their face.
"HEY, you dumb oil leaking moron!", Vinnie greeted Greasepit, who picked up the phone.
"Huh? How did yous knows it was me?", he heard him answering and Vinnie rolled his eyes.
Could you believe this guy?
"Ah! I see we have our first caller!", they heard Limburger over the speakers of Modo's bike.
"For the stereo's; Who is the most annoying personality in pop music?"
"Well, lemme see… That will be a ty between Madonna, singers with a symbol for their name and… you!"
The white furred mouse almost gagged while saying Madonna's name, making Kiwi smile again. He hated Madonna. They weren't even allowed to say her name in his presence. Hearing him saying it himself now was just too funny.
"We have a winner, cool cat's! Rap master Larryo says come and get your stereo!"
Vinnie pumped one fist in the air while throwing Kiwi's phone back to her, cheering loud.
"Am I good, or what? Come on, bro's, let's ride!", and he jumped on his bike.
"Wow, wow, wow, now just wait a minute!", Kiwi yelled, who was still having trouble with catching her phone, but eventually, she got it.
"This obviously is a trap… How many times do I need to tell you guys that?"
"So? I'm sure it's nothing we can't handle", Vinnie said with a arrogant smile on his face while closing his visor.
Throttle and Modo shared a look, but then shrugged. No way they were gonna stop Vinnie, so they could better tag along to make sure the white furred mouse was gonna come back in one piece.
"Sorry Kiwi, but the adrenaline mouse has spoken", Throttle chuckled, while mounting his bike.
"Yeah, so we know what to do…", Modo smiled.
"Let's ROCK…"

"...and RIDE!"

Kiwi walked into the big supermarket, still softly cursing to herself because of those damn stubborn mice. But there was nothing she could do at this point, and she'd seen that she'd forgotten to buy root beer this morning. Honestly, how could she forget? But luckily, the mice were gone and hadn't noticed yet, so she'd decided to go get it before they'd come back.
When she was struggling with two trays of cans, she felt someone stopping next to her.
"You need help with that?", a friendly male voice asked.
Kiwi looked up, blowing the bangs of hair outta her heated face and looked at the guy who was standing next to her.
His brown/green eyes grew big, same as hers.
"Kiwi?", the guy called out, and a big smile appeared on his face.
"Chaz! Is that really you?", she asked, while leaving the trays for what they were and got on her feet, her lips curled into a smile.
"Wow, how long has it been?", he asked with his heavy voice, pulling her in his arms to give her a friendly hug.
She hugged him back, still smiling.
"Too long. How are you?"
"Oh you know, business as usual. And you? How are you? The last time I saw you… well…", he suddenly trailed off and Kiwi let him go.
She looked at him, his black messy hair, his small face, his lanky body… He hadn't changed a bit. He looked at her, obviously feeling a little uncomfortable. No surprise there, since he had been her boyfriend when her parents died and he'd broke up with her because he couldn't handle it.
Kiwi lay a hand on his shoulder.
"It's okay, Chaz. I'm doing fine now."
His face lit up.
"That's great to hear. So, you're still living in your parents house?"
Kiwi nodded.
"All by yourself?", he asked, a little surprised.
Now it was Kiwi to feel uncomfortable. She wasn't really a fan of lying, but she obviously couldn't tell him she was living with three alien macho mice from Mars, who were here to stop a big talking fish who wanted to take over and destroy the planet Earth. He probably immediately would call the authorities to get her locked up in a secured facility and besides… Throttle would kill her.
He noticed her hesitation.
"Hey, it's okay if you have someone else now", he said teasingly, but somehow, Kiwi got the feeling it was far from okay.
Ah well, there was no harm in telling him she indeed was seeing someone else.
"I eh… Well, you're right. There is someone…", she stuttered, blushing.
Chaz studied her, suddenly a little suspicious.
"Who is it?"
"Oh, you don't know him. He isn't from… around here…"
She rubbed her arms absently, clearly not at ease. But just when she wanted to change the subject, he suddenly grabbed her arm.
"Is this why you're being so evasive?", he growled and Kiwi stared at him, a little spooked by this sudden change of behaviour.
Her gaze lowered and she saw bruises of Vinnie's hands, from when he'd grabbed her in the garage.
Oh shit.
She quickly pulled back her arm, a blush on her face. This made Chaz even more suspicious.
"No, it's not what you think, jesus, I love him…", Kiwi quickly said, holding up her hands in front of her.
Chaz narrowed his eyes and shook his head.
"I don't believe you. Is he hurting you, Kiwi? You know you can talk to me…"
His soothing voice, the way he looked at her, it made her suddenly so angry. Her eyes spit fire.
"Oh, so now you care? A little bit too late, isn't it?", she spit out, poking a finger against his chest.
Chaz did a step back, but he tried to grab her hand.
"I was wrong, there isn't a day that I didn't regret I left you when you needed me the most. And I'm sorry. But I won't make the same mistake again. I've never forgotten about you. Maybe, if you give me a second chance…", but Kiwi yanked herself free.
"You had your chance. Just leave me alone!"
And she quickly turned around and almost ran outta the supermarket.
The nerve of that guy.
Who the hell did he thought he was anyway?
He was a ghost from the past. Nothing more. Nothing less.
A ghost who drew the wrong conclusions, that's for sure.
Ugh.
When she was sitting in her car, she suddenly realized she totally forgot about the rootbeer. Well, she would send Modo after they got back from picking up these goddamned stereo's.
No way she was gonna go back in. She started her car and drove away with shrieking tires.

Meanwhile, the guys were on their way to the sweet Georgie Brown radio station. Vinnie was all hyped up, when suddenly a feeling of slight panic took over. He frowned at himself, not knowing why he was feeling this. His heart was beating faster and faster, feeling very uncomfortable all of a sudden.
Hmmm, this was weird alright. And he knew this wasn't his own emotion. Kiwi. What could possibly be wrong? He decided to push it away, because even if it wasn't a nice feeling, he knew it wasn't alarming.
They parked their bikes in front of the radio station and walked inside, their helmets still on.
Throttle looked around, his hand on his gun, prepared for anything. But the building was empty and on the desk were standing three gift wrapped boxes.
Vinnie, of course, walked eagerly towards the desk.
"Three beautiful Blow Funks! Come to daddy!", and he reached out for one of the boxes.
"Wow, wow, wow, wow, hold it, bro!", Throttle warned his eager younger bro and lay a hand on his shoulder. "Kiwi could be right, Big Daddy may be cradling three bombs…"
Vinnie turned around, his nose wrinkled.
"Are you saying these baby's got a full load?" and he rolled his eyes, while turning back and grabbing one of the boxes.
Throttle and Modo quickly walked backwards, shaking their head because of the lack of self preservation of their white furred bro.
Vinnie shook with the box, but nothing happened. He looked at his bro's, who were protecting their heads with their arms, but they lowered them when they noticed nothing exploded.
"See? No bombs!", Vinnie exclaimed happily and his bro's shrugged, grabbing their own radio too.
"There's probably a couple of goons waiting for us outside", Vinnie smiled.
"Or maybe even closer… mousies..."
A voice from behind them. Throttle looked at Vinnie, who smiled sheepishly.
"I told ya, no bombs!"
And they all three elbowed the guys behind them, who were trying to grab them and quickly ran away. They quickly took care of the couple of goons and Greasepit ran away in fear.
"I ain't through yet! I'm gonna get yous mousies!", and he burst through the door outside.
"Oh yeah, oil breath? You and what army?", Vinnie called after him.
But when they walked outside, they stopped death in their tracks. A whole army of goons was looking at them, the sound of clicking guns was heard and Greasepit was standing in the middle, a smugly smile on his face.
"Oh… Pardon me for asking the obvious…", the young white furred mouse chuckled a little embarrassed.
"Oh momma… It's the entire goon army…", Modo sighed.
"Better call in the special forces, bro's!", Throttle ordered and Vinnie whistled between his teeth.
The roaring sound of engines filled the air and the bikes came into view, standing on top of a building close by. They probably had hid there when the army arrived the scene, waiting for a order.
But now they were needed and they drove down, cannons popping out. They opened fire on the army and Greasepit quickly ran away.
"Uh oh… We've been ambushilated!"
The bikes kept firing while driving straight through the army to their riders, and taking care of most of the goons by running them over.
When they reached the mice, they jumped onto their bike.
Throttle immediately turned his bike and drove straight towards Greasepit and grabbed him. He kept driving, dragging the big ugly guy with him.
"Heeey! Lemme go! Let go! Puhleaaaasee…."
Throttle smiled and popped a wheelie, while making a pirouette on the rear tire.
"If you insist…" and he threw Greasepit away. The guy flew through the air and crashed against a tree, knocking him out immediately.
Throttle drove back to his bro's, who were collecting goons and throwing them all at the same spot. The tan furred mouse smiled and climbed on his seat, his bike driving circles around the pile of goons. His bro's did the same and they grabbed the rope that was coming outta the back of their bikes, whirling it above their head like a lasso.
"Time for the goon roping competition, bro's!", Throttle smiled.
"YIIIIHAAAAA!", Vinnie and Modo yelled happily and they all threw their lasso around a group of goons.
When they were back in the saddle, the mice sped away, dragging the goons with them.
"Yippie taaayaaayeee… get along little goonies!", they sang while throwing Limburgers minions in a large fountain.
"See? I told ya. I told ya, I told ya…", Vinnie started when they turned their bikes and drove back to the radio station to grab their present.
"...we just waltz in, collect our Blow Funks and just waltz back out."
"Yeah, real nice waltz…", Modo chuckled, and looked at Throttle. "Next time we hide his dancing shoes."
"Funny… Let's ride!" and Vinnie sped away, followed by his bro's.

When they drove into the garage, Kiwi walked inside to see if they were okay. But when she saw Vinnie's big grin and the somehow tired faces of Throttle and Modo, she smiled.
Yep. They were okay.
Vinnie jumped off his bike and almost bounced towards her, pulling her in his arms.
"Sweetheart, sweetheart! We got the radio's you can install them now can ya?", he babbled so fast, she hardly could follow him.
She opened her mouth, but he gave her no time to react and dragged her with him to his bike, still babbling.
But when they were standing next to his bike, he suddenly turned around and looked at her, a frown on his face.
"By the way, babe, you okay? I couldn't help myself noticing some slight unease when we were driving to the radio station…"
His voice was low now and he talked a little slower, but he was still bouncing on his feet, hardly able to suppress his excitement.
A blush appeared on her face and she quickly waved it away, making herself loose.
"Oh nothing major, I just tripped when I was in the supermarket, really, it was embarrassing."
The lie was out before she could stop it. She wasn't really sure why she didn't just told them the truth, but she had the nagging feeling Vinnie wasn't gonna be pleased with the fact she had seen her ex boyfriend. And he probably also wasn't gonna be amused about the fact that particular ex boyfriend now had the idea in his head that Vinnie was the abusive new boyfriend.
Nope, better to keep this to herself. No way they were gonna find out, anyway. No need to create problems that aren't there.
Vinnie thought about it for a moment, but then burst out into laughter.
"I wish I was there to see it", he managed to squeeze out.
Kiwi's head became even more red and she turned around to look at him.
"You want that radio in your bike? If so, you better stop laughing, mister."
Vinnie immediately closed his mouth, his eyes a little big, somehow shocked she could even suggest this.
Throttle and Modo laughed and he gave them a glare while crossing his arms before his chest.
Kiwi smiled at herself and started her work.
Soon, all three bikes were upgraded with a beautiful Blow Funk stereo.
"Okay! These wheels are ready to rock", she exclaimed while wiping off her forehead.
Vinnie jumped on his bike and put on the radio. Heavy metal filled the room, the window almost breaking because of the bass.
"Now that's more like it!"
They drove outside and Kiwi watched them go, shaking her head. These mice…

"AAAAOOW! Now this is living!", Vinnie cheered while racing through the streets, the music so loud his eardrums vibrated. But he didn't care. This was so much better than silence.
"Oh man, this stereo's really blow it out!", Modo laughed.
"Kick out the jam, brothers and sisters!", Throttle agreed.
"You know it, aaaooww!" and Vinnie hit the accelerator, but suddenly his bike started to act crazy.
It started bucking like a rodeo horse and the white furred mouse grabbed his handlebars tightly, completely at loss why his bike was suddenly acting like this.
"What the…", and he tried to get back control, but his bike suddenly stopped and Vinnie flew off, landing hard on the ground.
"Oempf…"
His bro's stopped next to him, laughing loud.
"Hahaha, looks like we gotta put back those training wheels back on your bike, Vinnie!", Modo laughed, looking at his younger bro, who looked back angrily.
"It wasn't me, bro's, it was…", but Throttle, who thought Vinnie was trying to defend his reputation instead of saying something that actually made sense, cut him off.
"Hey hey hey, we got bigger problems!", and he pointed ahead. "Looks like Sears Tower is shifting into first."
His bro's followed his finger and saw the big tower was leaning to the right, as if it was gonna come down.
Vinnie immediately forgot why he was lying on the ground, since a fight was ahead and the adrenaline was already starting to run through his veins. He jumped at his bike, popping a wheelie.
"Let's ROCK…"
"... and RIDE!"

When they came by the tower, they saw goons all over the place and the building was still hanging dangerously far to the right.
"Hey, that tower is brand new…", Modo mused, looking at the building that was standing across the street. That's weird…
"Yeah, and look who's here for the grand opening!", Vinnie added, meaning the heavily armed goons.
"We gotta jam, or there's gonna be citizens pancakes all over the streets!", Throttle called out and cannons popped out their bikes.
They opened fire on the goons, making the buggies explode. Vinnie fired a laser at the new building and a strange noise caught his attention.
"Hey! That building sounds hollower than Greasepit's knocking…"
Throttle was about to say something, but suddenly his bike roared and shift into reverse.
"Hey!", the tan furred mouse called out while his bike drove backwards with dangerous speed, making him land in the bushes.
At the same time, Modo's bike started to buck just like Vinnie's ride had done and Modo flew off, landing hard on the ground. After a few rolls, he pushed himself up at his hands and knees and looked at his beloved little Hoss, who was still outta control.
"My bike...It never acted like a bucking rodeo horse before… Yo, Little Darling!" and he whistled between his teeth.
But his bike ignored him.
Say what?
Modo narrowed his one eye and with a determined look on his face, he ran towards his bike and jumped back on it. The bike still tried to fight him off, but Modo was prepared now and held on tightly. He joined Vinnie and Throttle, the latter just came back outta the bushes.
"Man, these wheels have gone wacko… Fire grabbling lines!", the tan furred leader ordered, knowing it was now important to come up with a short termed solution to stop whatever what was going on here. The hooks at the end of the ropes grabbed the new building and they dragged it with them, until it was standing next to the Sears Tower, making sure the big tower wasn't gonna come down since it was leaning on the strange new building now.
"Now that will prop up the property values…", Throttle said, still having a hard time to keep his bike under control, same as his bro's.
"We better get back home to give this bike a shake down... ", Modo suggested.
"Yeah, before they shake us down", Vinnie agreed, feeling annoyed his own bike was behaving like this.
What the fuck was going on here?
And they started the long drive back home, with their wild untamed bikes under them.

Kiwi was cleaning up the mess in the garage when suddenly the doorbell rang. She looked up, a little surprised. Now who could that be?
She slowly walked inside the house and towards the front door. She peeked through the small window and her heart stopped.
Chaz…
Shit, what was he doing here?
Fuck.
She tiptoed back away from the door, hoping he would give up and leave when he noticed she wasn't answering.
And after ten times ringing the doorbell, he did. Well, Kiwi thought he did. But when she looked outside, she saw he was walking towards the guesthouse.
Shit.
She knew the door wasn't locked and that the mice had enough weapons stored there to blow up whole Chicago. If he was gonna see that, he would call 911 before she could even blink. So, she did the one thing she could do. Meaning, opening the door and calling his name.
"Chaz!"
The young male stopped and turned around. His face lit up when he saw her and thank the Mothers of Mars, he walked back to her.
"Hey, so you are home…", he said and Kiwi nodded.
"Yeah, I was upstairs, doing eh… girl stuff, so it took me while to come down."
Girl stuff.
Great, Kiwi, just great. You're such a bad liar.
Chaz studied her face for a moment, obviously at loss what she was meaning with girl stuff.
Kiwi couldn't blame him, she hardly knew for herself.
"But what are you doing here, Chaz?", she know asked, straight to the point.
Chaz shuffled with his feet, a faint blush on his cheeks.
"I eh… I was worried about you and I came to check on you. I mean, you're obviously in trouble… I wanna help you."
Kiwi shook her head in annoyance.
"Chaz, it's not what you think, not at all. I'm…", but he cut her off.
"They all say that, ya know?"
Kiwi stared at him.
"Say what? And who is they?"
"Women who are in a abusive relationship. They're scared, thinking it's their own fault somehow, scared to leave the guy since he's threatening that if she ever tells anyone, he'll come after her to kill her…"
Kiwi let out a humorless laugh.
"And since when did you become the new Doctor Phil?"
Chaz looked at her, his eyes burning.
"Since my mom was beating up by my step dad. I saw it all happen, for years. I know how it is. And I know how hard it is to break free. So, I wanna help ya. I know you can't do this alone."
Kiwi sighed irritated, looking at her smartwatch. She saw the mice were on their way back.
Shit.
He needed to leave.
Now.
"Chaz, I really appreciate your concern, but you couldn't be more wrong. And now, I need you to leave…", she said, her voice a little shaky.
But Chaz was apparently determined to play the hero this time and shook his head.
"Nope. I'm staying, and we're gonna make a plan how to get you outta this situation."
Kiwi was getting angry. This was ridiculous. Jesus, why couldn't he just leave her alone? She had needed him, when her parents died. He made his choice back then. So, why…
Ah.
He was feeling guilty.
He wanted to make things right.
Ugh.
Men and their sense of honor.
"Listen to me, Chaz. You really need to leave now, before…"
"Before your boyfriend comes home? I know, I know, you're scared, but I'm here. I'll protect you."
Kiwi laughed despite her anger. As if he was able to protect himself against her macho mouse. But her laughing soon died.
"You're trespassing. I'll call the cops if you don't leave now!", she threatened. But even that didn't work.
"Good, call them. Then I can tell them what is going on here."
Kiwi threw her hands in the air in frustration, knowing perfectly well she couldn't call the cops. They needed to stay off the radar. They couldn't find out about the mice.
"Chaz, I…", but she trailed off when she heard the sounds of engines.
They were here.
Shit.
Was.
About.
To.
Get.
Real.
She looked at Chaz with pleading eyes.
"Please, go away. You don't understand, I can't explain, but it isn't what you think, please… just trust me on this one."
But she saw on his face he wasn't going anywhere.
Fucking hell.
She grabbed his arm and dragged him with her inside and pushed him into a kitchen chair.
"You stay here, I need to talk, to explain… Just wait here, okay?", she ordered him.
He nodded and she quickly walked to the garage.
The mice just parked their bikes, shutting them down.
"Guys…", she started, but Vinnie cut her off.
"Sweetheart, the bikes are gone loco, something is wrong."
"Yeah, we need that measure equipment of yours, to see if there's something wrong with the AI…", Throttle continued, pulling off his helmet before Kiwi could stop him.
"Yeah, maybe you can take a look at it, Kiwi ma'am?", Modo asked her.
Kiwi opened her mouth, but the mice weren't paying attention to her at all.
She suddenly heard someone breath in sharply behind her and she whirled around, looking straight into the shocked face of Chaz.
She closed her eyes for a moment, letting out her breath.
This wasn't going well.
Vinnie was the first one who saw him and he immediately grabbed his gun.
"And who the hell are you?", he demanded, aiming at Chaz.
His bro's heard the tone in his voice and also quickly turned around.
Kiwi raised her hands and quickly jumped before Chaz.
"Wow, wow, wow, macho mouse, stand down! This is a friend of mine…"
Vinnie narrowed his eyes, but lowered his gun.
There was a silence for a moment.
Chaz kept staring at the mice, who looked back suspiciously.
Throttle looked at Kiwi, a angry look on his face, obviously not amused with the fact a stranger was in her house, that she hadn't warned them and that he now knew about them.
"Okay, I can explain, it's all one big misunderstanding", Kiwi started, but Chaz suddenly grabbed her and dragged her with him, away from the mice.
"Chaz, what are ya doing, lemme go!", she protested, knowing the guy only made thing worse by touching her.
In front of Vinnie.
Oh boy…
This was bad.
The guy was digging his own grave without even knowing it...

Uh oh… The annoying ex boyfriend, who really need to get his facts straight before drewing conclusions like this.

How is Vinnie gonna react on this one?

And what is wrong with the bikes?

Stay tuned and you'll find out ;)

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