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Chapter three

Vinnie stopped his bike and looked into the mouse shaped mirror on his bike to see that Modo drove away from the building in the direction of the garage.
He pushed a button on his bike and two rockets fired from the back of his bike. The building exploded, along what's left inside.
Boom, Vinnie thought. Rest in pieces, fucking stinkfish.
That's how he usually deals with pain and emotions. He blows up stuff. A lot. But this time it didn't take away the pain. It didn't even got less heavy.
He sighed and he grabbed the handlebars of his bike. How was he going to live with himself? As much as he hated to admit it, that stinkfish was right.
He did let Charley getting close to him and he had failed with protecting her. Just like Harley.. But this pain was more than he could carry. He felt broken.
Vinnie heard a motorcycle stopping next to him. He looked up and saw the sad expression on his bro's face.
"Come on Vinnie, let's go."
Vinnie let his bike drive them back to the scoreboard, his thoughts miles away.

Vinnie walked into the scoreboard and looked around. Everything here reminded him of Charley. She was the one who had said this would be a good hide out. She had arranged the little furniture, had helped them to built a little kitchen and bathroom in it, had helped them to make it their home.
Throttle stood behind him and laid a hand on his shoulder.
"Go to sleep Vin, I'll wake you when Modo is ready."
Too tired to protest, Vinnie climbed in his hammock and closed his eyes. Strangely, it didn't take long for him to fall asleep.
Throttle looked at his bro to make sure he was asleep. When he saw that Vinnie was out like a light, he walked over to the small kitchen and grabbed a cold root beer from the tiny refrigerator. With a heavy sight he lets himself fall on the couch and stared at the wall.
It was all a complete mess, he thought and took a sip of his root beer. Charley was dead. He still couldn't believe it. It was like a nightmare.
And then the break down of Vinnie. He wished he had done more to stop him from going after Limburger, but what could've possibly stopped him?
Shooting him, but that would've been ridiculous.
Deep in his heart he knew Limburger and Karbunkle had gotten what they deserved. But still.. it was wrong..
They never kill people, at least not cold blooded. That was a line they had never crossed.
Of course, Vinnie with his temper was always the one closest to that line. But he never had crossed it. Not until today.

Throttle knew he had to make a call to Mars, to tell Carbine and Stoker what happened, talk about the consequences.
But he couldn't find the strength. Not now. He would make the call after they'd buried Charley.
Hours went by and Throttle was still deep in thoughts. Then his bike beeped. He walked over to her.
"Yes Modo?"
Modo's voice crackled to life. "I've found a place for Charley, it's close to the garage. I'm ready if you guys are. How is Vinnie?"
Throttle pushed the button on his bike to reply.
"He's sleeping right now. I'll wake him up and take him with me to you. We will use the tracker on your bike so we know where to find you. Over and out."
Throttle shuts down the radio and walked over to Vinnie. The white furred mouse was still fast asleep, with a frown on his face.
Throttle sighed. "Vincent, wake up", and he shook him softly.
Vinnie awoke with a startl, almost falling out of his hammock. He looked up at Throttle with immense pain.
"This wasn't a bad dream, right?", he asked with a small voice, almost childish.
"I'm afraid not, Vinnie", Throttle answered, offering his hand. "Come on, she is ready."
Vinnie took his hand to stand up. They walked to their respective bikes and drove to the place where Modo was according the tracker.

It was a beautiful place in a small park close by the garage, but no too close to be hit by the explosion.
It was already getting dark and the moonlight shined through the trees.
Under a beatiful, big tree Modo had digged a big, human sized hole. Charley was laying next to it.
Modo was able to get her body out of the building before the rescue team had arrived. He had cleaned her up, so now she was almost looking like she was asleep. Almost.

Vinnie sat on his bike, couldn't move a muscle. He swallowed and looked at Charley. His beautiful Charley girl.
He couldn't believe he really lost her, before he was even able to make her his.
He slowly stepped off his bike and walked over to her. He fell on his knees and gently took her hand.
Expecting the tears to come, he bowed his head. But the tears still didn't come. There was only the pain. The heavy burden of guilt.
It was stuck inside him. He looked at Charley.
"I'll promise you this, sweetheart. I will never, NEVER, make this mistake again. No one is ever getting close to me again."
He stopped talking because his voice was about to break.
After a few deep breaths, he whispered: "I love you, my sweet Charley girl and I am so, so sorry that I've let you down. I will never forgive myself and I will never, ever forget you. Forever yours.." and he planted a soft kiss on her forehead.
Vinnie slowly climbed back on his feet. He could feel the staring eyes from his bro's, but he ignored them. He jumped on his bike, revved the engine and drove away.
Throttle and Modo looked at each other.
"Better leave him right now," Throttle said. Modo agreed.
They both said their goodbye to Charley and gently put her in the grave. Modo began to cover her with dirt and tears were streaming over his face. Throttle helped him and when they were done, he placed a flower on top of the grave. One tear slipped out of his eye.
"Farewell, Charley girl. Thanks for everything."
Modo stood next to him. "Rest in peace Charley ma'am. I will never forget you."
And with a last glance over their shoulder, they climbed on their bikes and rode back to the scoreboard.

When they arrived there, there was no sign of Vinnie.
"I'm worried about him", Modo said when they sat on the couch with a can of root beer.
"I've never saw him like this before. He murdered Limburger and Karbunkle without even blinking." Modo shook his head.
Throttle looked at his bike to track Vinnie's.
"His tracker is turned off", Throttle said. "So, he could be anywhere right now. Knowing Vincent, he will come back."
Modo looked at him, slightly annoyed. "Knowing Vincent, he is gonna get himself in trouble and in the state he is right now... Well, let's just say that things could get really ugly."
Throttle looked frustrated. "I know Modo, but he could be anywhere. I don't know where to look, it's a big city. I think the best idea right now is to turn on the police scanner and wait untill we hear something that sounds like Vinnie."
Modo agreed, knowing that they didn't have much choice right now.

Throttle walked over to the communicator.
"I need to contact Carbine and Stoker to tell them what happened."
Modo sat next to him.
Throttle pushed a button and the screen came to life.
They waited for the connection to be made. The screen flickered and the image of Stoker filled the screen.
"Hey there mudpuppies!", he yelled.
"Hey coach", Throttle answered. "Is Carbine with you? I need to tell you something that concerns both of you."
"Yeah, she is here", and at that moment Carbine popped up next to Stoker.
"Hey there, stranger", she said with a smile, that immediately disappeared when she saw the look on both Throttle's and Modo's face.
"Wait, where is the punk?", Stoker asked.
Throttle sighted. "That is one part of the problem. We don't know where he is. Something happened today."
Stoker and Carbine shared worried looks.
"What happened, Throttle?", Carbine asked.
"Well, ehm…" Throttle didn't know how to tell this softly, so he decided just to cut through the case.
"Charley is dead", he said.
Stoker and Carbine both inhaled sharply.
"What happened?", Carbine asked again.
Throttle told them the whole story without letting his emotions getting him. Like a soldier who was reporting the status of a battlefield.
Carbine and Stoker looked shocked.
"Vinnie killed Limburger and Karbunkle?!", Carbine asked with disbelief.
Throttle just nodded. "I know there will be consequences, but please Carbine, don't judge him too hard. He is broken. He is taking Charley's death very hard, we all do, but he… He just snapped..."
Carbine closed her eyes and opened them after a few seconds.
"When you find him, let me know. We are coming to get you and take you back to Mars. There is nothing left for you guys on Earth. Come home and then we will make decisions about what to do with this... situation."
Throttle nodded. "I will contact you when we find him."
"Oh and Throttle?" Carbine hesitated. "I'm sorry for your loss. You too, Modo. I know how important Charley was for you guys. Stand down soldiers", and she broke the connection.

Throttle leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. Modo stood up and said: "We really need to find Vinnie."
The moment Throttle wanted to react, the police scanner came to life.
"This is CAH12, we need back up by a fight at bar Black. Suspect is very aggressive and armed. Approach with caution, over."
Throttle and Modo looked at each other.
"That must be him, let's ride."

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