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Chapter six

The next morning, everything was packed. The scoreboard looked empty and cold. The mice were looking out of the window to the sky, searching for any sign of a spaceship. Suddenly, a glitter of light and a black dot in the distant.
"Well, are we gonna wait inside until they crash in here again, or maybe it's for the best if we'll wait outside?", Modo wondered out loud.
Throttle and Vinnie agreed to wait outside, since the scoreboard seemed to be a parking lot for space ships. They grabbed their stuff and for the last time, they drove out of the window.
"AAAOOOWW, I am so gonna miss this, it was always such a great start for an heroic mission", Vinnie laughed.
Both Modo and Throttle agreed, smiling to themselves. They waited on the field until the spaceship was gonna land (or crash). Surprisingly, the ship landed perfectly on the middle of the field. The engines turned off and the door opened. Carbine appeared in the door opening.
"Soldiers", she said with a strict voice.
Her face softened when she looked at Throttle.
"Hey there, stranger", and with that she jumped in his open arms.
"I'm so glad to see you", Throttle said.

Vinnie and Modo whooped, cheering at the lovebirds. After a hot looking kiss, Carbine made herself loose and looked at them.
"Hey guys", she smiled at them.
Modo smiled back. "Hey Carbine ma'am, good to see you!"
Vinnie saluted. "Hey there, general."
Carbine sighed. "Some things will never change", she murmured. "Stand down, snowball." Vinnie looked offended.
"DON'T call me that!" and he crossed his arms before his chest.
Carbine rolled her eyes, but then sighed.
"I'm sorry for your loss, Vinnie. Didn't got the chance to to say it to you before."
Vinnie's arms felt limp next to his body and a sad expression appeared on his face.
"Yeah, thanks, can we go?" and he walked into the ship, his bike following. Carbine looked at Throttle and Modo.
"That bad huh?", she asked. Throttle and Modo nodded in agreement.
"Yep", Throttle said. "Let's go, we can talk further in the ship and back at the base."

They followed Carbine into the stalkers ship. Carbine and Throttle took place in the cockpit, Modo joined Vinnie in the back of the ship. Carbine pulled some switches and pressed a button. The ship came loose from the ground and launched into space. She pressed another button.
"Automatic pilot is on, let's go home guys".
Vinnie looked out of the tiny window with a heavy heart.
"Bye Charley girl", he whispered.

After two hours, Vinnie nearly climbed the walls.
"Oh man, this is BORING! Where is the action?" he complained as he paced through the ship. Modo looked up from the magazine he was reading.
"Calm down, Vin. Try to sit still and read a magazine of something." He paused. "Wait, forget the last part. The day that you can find the rest to sit still and read a magazine it will be Christmas and New Year at the same time."
"Hardee har har", Vinnie laughed sarcastically. He sighed. "I'm bored…"
"Vinnie, shut up and sit down, and that's an order soldier!", Carbine demanded from the cockpit. Vinnie turned his back to her. "Sit down soldier", he mimicked childish and stuck out his tongue.
"I've heard that! Now SIT!"
Vinnie decided that it wasn't worth the trouble and sat down. Who said that space traveling was exciting? He sighed and stared out of the window.

Finally, the arrived at Mars. The loading dock opened and a white en red blur flew out.
"AAAOOOWW, we're back and we're bad!", and with that, Vinnie drove away to blow off some steam.
Throttle, Carbine and Modo followed at a slower pace. They were greeted by Stoker.
"Hey rookies!" and punched Modo at his arm. Modo punched back and a wrestling session began. Throttle joined them.
Carbine marched to the base. "Men…", she said while shaking her head.

An half hour later, Throttle, Modo, Stoker and Carbine sat in Carbine's office. They were waiting for Vinnie. They'd contacted him 15 minutes ago that they wanted him in Carbine's office, but there was still no sign of him.
"Where is that adrenaline junkie?", Stoker asked, but as soon as he finished his sentence, Vinnie decided to make his dramatic entrance.
"The waiting is over, Vincent van Wham, baddest mamma jammer from this side of the asteroid belt, the velocity atrocity has arrived to brighten your day!" he cheered when he slams the door behind him.
"Well, I'm glad the velocity atrocity is finally here to join us", Carbine said with sarcasm.
"Hey punk!", Stoker said, putting him in a headlock.
"Hey coach, good to see you.. old man.."
Before another wrestling session could begin, Carbine separated them.
"Sit down you two, we need to talk."
Everybody sat down at the table. Carbine looked in some papers.
"Well, the reason we are here together is to talk about what happened on earth three days ago."

She looked at Vinnie to see him staring at the ceiling, hands crossed before his chest like he was the innocent himself. Maybe he thought that they all falled for his act that he was doing fine, but they didn't. She could see the pain in his eyes. He was louder then he usually was (and that was saying something) to mask his pain. But between those moments, he zoomed out, deep in thoughts and almost looking old because of his pain and grieve.
Carbine sighted. This was not going to be an easy conversation. She quickly looked at Throttle, who was obviously thinking the same thing. He gave her a little nod with his head to encourage her.
"Vinnie, you know we need to talk about this. I understand you don't want to, but you don't have a choice. Your actions have consequences. You've really pissed the Plutarkians off by killing Limburger."
Vinnie snorted. "Like I give a shit about what the Plutarkians think!"
"Well, it's your job to give a shit. To protect your planet. Your people. The attacks on Mars are heavier than ever and people are dying. Most off the mice we have in the Freedom Fighters are not strong enough to survive those attacks. That's what you've caused by killing Limburger!" Carbine slammed her fist on the desk. She had decided not to get angry, but she couldn't stand Vinnie's attitude. How Throttle could live with this stubborn mouse for all those years was a riddle to her.
"Carbine, please stay calm", Stoker sussed. "I agree that Vinnie's actions have consequences, but let's not forget that he acted out of emotion. The loss of Charley is devastating. I think that's a mitigating circumstance."
Throttle nodded in agreement.
"I was there Carbine. He didn't know what he was doing. He acted out of rage. I know it's wrong what he did, but I understand why he did it. And let's not forget that Limburger is our enemy, so it's not that he killed one of us."
Modo was about to say something, but Vinnie interrupted him.
"Can we please not talk like I'm not in the room? I knew exactly what I was doing. Enough is enough. Limburger deserved to die. That, and earth is safe now, you're welcome by the way." His tail lashed through the air by anger.
"Maybe Earth is safe for now, but for how long? We don't have any soldiers there now, so how can we possibly know what is going on up there?" Carbine exclaimed.
"Well, you've decided to drag us back to Mars, so I guess that's your problem now!", Vinnie snapped.
"Vincent, enough!", Throttle intervened. "We need to talk about this and I prefer to do that without blowing up the building. So please, try to control yourself!"
Vinnie crossed his arms before his chest.
"Well, then tell me what the 'consequences' are, so I can get out of here and get drunk. Or pick up a good fight, since I can't do that here.", he said to Carbine.
"Okay, but you are NOT getting drunk of picking up fights, not under my watch. You know better then that!"
Vinnie shaked his head. "Like you are gonna tell me what I can do with my free time." he mumbled.
Carbine counted to ten.
"Well, I am. Because you don't have much free time from now on. You are gonna train the newcomers. The last thing I wanna do right now is feeding your ego, but you do have really good battle skills. So it's time you gonna learn the magic to others. But this time, no battlefields, no fighting and no 'partying'. You stay on the base to train your group. When they are ready, you can take them outside. But they don't have any experience, so I think that will take a while. You are their point of contact, so you have to make sure you are there for them when they need you."

Vinnie's jaw hung open in disbelief.
"I'm not a good babysitter and you know that! I can hardly keep myself alive, according to you"
"This will learn you how to be patience, how to deal with your emotions and most important; how to control yourself. The groups depends on you. If you fail, they fail!"
Vinnie was loss at words, and that didn't happen that easily. Maybe Carbine thought she was soft on him, but this… this felt like a lifelong going to jail.
Throttle, Modo and Stoker had their doubts too. Of course, Vinnie had really good skills and those kids were going to learn it from one of the best soldiers (better not saying that out loud), but teaching? Vinnie was right, he hardly could keep himself alive.
"Ehm, Carbine?", Throttle asked hesitantly. "Are you sure about this?"
Carbine gave a firm nod. "Yes, I am. This is going to happen. This is the consequence for your behaviour on Earth, Vinnie. We need to make sure you are gonna learn to control yourself. To finally grow up."
Vinnie jumped of his seat.
"Fine!", he snapped. "Like I have a choice. But this will begin tomorrow! Tonight, I wanna enjoy my last evening off. Give me that, and I'll do what you say."
Carbine didn't liked it, but she agreed. She needed to avoid further escalation.
"Fine!", she snapped back. "Tomorrow you will be here at 07 in the morning to meet your group and start with the training."
Vinnie saluted and rolled with his eyes. "Yes ma'am," and he marched out of the room. The door slammed behind him.

"Oh momma, this is going to be very interesting", Modo said, breaking the uncomfortable silence. The others could not agree more.

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