Chapter 7

"Damn! I hate waiting… don't those pestilent rodents know it's impolite to keep someone waiting?!" Pacing his office, Limburger turned towards the window and screamed at the sight of three headlights on the rooftop of the building next to him.

He ducked under his desk for cover when they jumped off the building and came crashing through his office window.

"Sorry we're late liver lips,"

"We had more important things to do first,"

"But now… we're all yours," Modo smiled as he cracked his knuckles.

"So I see…" sitting back down at his desk, Limburger reached under his desk and pushed the panic button.

"Well, it appears that you have caught me unguarded," putting his palm to his forehead in defeat, Limburger leaned back in his seat waiting for backup to arrive. You retched rodents will finally get what you deserve!

Smelling a set-up from a mile away, Throttle studied Limburger's condescending face and knew that he was up to something… but what?
Limburger's smile grew wider as the carpet beneath the mice's motorcycles' ripped and was sucked through a trap in the middle of the floor, knocking the motorcycles over.
"I do hope you will excuse my discourteous departure. As it should happen, I too have something rather important to tend to… your deaths!" Limburger's laugh could be heard in the distance as his chair descended a tunnel in the floor into what the mice could only guess was Karbunkle's lab.

The trap in the floor opened up to reveal an air shaft with a propeller creating a strong downwind pull, like a vacuum.
"Grab your bikes rollin' bros!" Throttle grabbed on to his bike's seat, as he and his bike were getting dangerously close to the air shaft.
"What a drag!" Vinnie whistled and the bikes turned on, struggling to get back on their wheels.
"Come on l'il hoss! You can do it!" Modo held on to the leg of Limburger's desk with his metal arm and pulled himself away from the dark tunnel in the floor.

Just as he stood up and made to help his bros, the desk crumbled under the pressure of Modo's weight. The pieces were sucked down the shaft along with Modo and l'il hoss.
"Shoulda guessed the big cheese was cheap!"

"Modo!" Vinnie and Throttle's bike wheels threw up bits of carpet and flooring as they struggled to pull the mice away, but where thrown off balance by pieces of the shattered desk and joined l'il hoss and Modo down the air shaft.

"Talk about your male bonding!" all three managed to get back on their bikes just as the propeller was coming into terrifyingly close range.

"Fire rocket boosters bros!"

The mice rocketed out of the tunnel and out the window just as the rest of Limburger's office and top floor of the tower was sucked down and mulched into the giant blender.
"Looks like the big cheese just did us a favor," Throttle laughed as he watched the building cave in on itself from the rooftop of the tower across from the building.

"Aw! How sweet… we should get him somethin'… you know, to even up the odds," Vinnie smiled perceptively as all three bikes' guns and rockets aimed at the grill on the side of the tower leading to the propeller and fired, sending the blades flying in every direction inside the tower.

"Karbunkle, why is it that the mice aren't macerated?" Limburger's disturbingly calm voice belied the anger bubbling below the surface. Facing the glass overlooking the immense fan, Limburger waited for the mice to plummet to a most unpleasant death.

"I shall investigate Mr. Fromage!" Karbunkle ran to the controls and looked at the surveillance monitor to see if the mice were still in the office.

At the sound of the loud crash, Limburger turned around eagerly to see if the mice had finally made it to the fan. Upon seeing bits and pieces of his desk, along with large sections of the floors above, Limburger covered his face with his hand in frustration.
"Never mind you idiot," he stood up and made his way to the door of the lab, "it looks as though you have failed… again… sadly I've come to expect it. The damages shall be deducted from your pay," making a speedy exit at the sound of the oncoming rockets, Limburger swore all the way down to the parking level where Fred the mutant floored the purple limo out of the crumbling building.

"Faster you masochistic misfit!"

"Pedal to the metal!"

Just as the limo was exiting the complex, the tower fell forward and crashed right on top of them.
"I hate it when this happens…"

"The big cheese got himself but good today bros!" Vinnie laughed as he popped a wheelie and headed back to the garage.

"Don't know about you guys but I'm starved. I hope the girls have left us some of that Chinese take out Kass brought over," Throttle smiled to himself, wonder if she'd be willin' to provide desert… damn it's been a while… almost a year now since Carbine called it off…

Seeing Throttle in a preoccupied mood, Modo and Vinnie looked at each other and grinned knowing exactly who was on Throttle's mind. Only question was if he was ready for a new relationship.

Back at the garage,

The three girls where piled on the couch, Charley was lounged at one end with her leg hanging over the arm, Kass sat with her legs up on the seat, her back in the crook of the arm and the back of the couch, while Angie lay in the middle with her head in Charley's lap and her legs draped over Kass' legs.
"So… are you going to give us juicy details or are gonna have to pry it out of you?'

Laughing at her friend's boldness, Charley lay her head back against the couch, closed her eyes, remembering the feel of Modo's hands on her, and how good he made her feel... in and out of bed.

"Let's just say that once you go tail, you'll want to wail!" Kass and Angie laughed at the cheesy line, then all three turned beat red at the low chuckles and the smooth voice coming from behind the couch.

"Is that so?…" Throttle leaned his elbow on the back of the couch, feeling suddenly very interested and confident about making a move at the sound the girls' obvious interest in Martians. Lowering his field specks and fixed Kass with a devastatingly charming smile, and grinned even wider at the sound of her gasp and throaty voice when she spoke,

"I… uh… that is we were just… getting ready for supper! We waited for you,"

Angie slapped Kass on the thigh urging her to put her legs down so she could get up.
"Snap out of it!"

Charley sunk down in the couch, beat red with embarrassment, hoping that Modo hadn't seen her. Looking down when she felt something caressing its way up her leg, she blushed an even darker shade of red when she saw it was Modo's tail now sliding up her thigh and under the hem of her cutoffs.
Oh God!... he's seen me…. Tilting her head back, she gasped when her face came in very close contact with Modo, who was leaning on the back of couch, looking down at her with a self-satisfied sensual smile on his face.

"Hey beautiful," he'd never used that endearment on her before. Hearing it rolling off his tongue with that deep voice of his, made her quiver in anticipation.

"We… We put supper on plates… they're in the stove… staying warm," Charley's voice was low and raspy as she took in the sight of him. He had smears of dirt across his face and arm, he looked and smelled sweaty, and he'd removed his chest piece. He stood before her with his fingerless glove, spiked biker wrist band, tight jeans, and his big boots. I never had a chance… licking suddenly dry lips Charley got up and walked around the couch… away from Modo, who watched her go, chuckling. Looking at his bros who gave him a thumbs up, he winked at them and made his way to the kitchen, as quietly as he could. Let me tell ya, a mouse his size, it wasn't easy!

"Let me check on the food. Hopefully it's still warm enough to –" Charley's words were cut off by an onslaught of sensations as Modo wrapped his big arms across her chest, his tail around her waist pulling her tight against his very muscled and very hard length. His lips nuzzled her hair aside to find the soft sensitive skin of her neck and nibble it gently, making her shiver in all the right places as her breath caught in her throat.

"Does fighting always make you this horny?" she moaned out, still trying to recover from his ambush.

"Ummmm…" Was all Modo could answer as he turned her around, threw her up over his shoulder, and walked out of the kitchen.

The wolf-whistles and cat calls coming from the others had Charley blushing from head to toe, especially when he clamped a big hand on her ass to keep her still when she wouldn't stop squirming on his shoulder.
Taking the stairs two at a time, Modo finally made it to Charley's bedroom, unceremoniously threw her on the bed , closed and locked the door before turning to her with a hungry grin.
"So… what's this about wailin'?" he sauntered over to the bed, and sat on his knees on the mattress and groaned when Charley joined him, removing her shirt and unclipping her bra.

"Oh I can't seem to remember exactly what it was," undoing his jeans and slipping them down his lean waist to his knees she pulled down his underwear and took him into her mouth, smiling devilishly when he groaned in surprise and ran his fingers through her hair, "you may have to remind me," she said while teasing him with her tongue.

"You're evil," he breathed out with a chuckle and a gasp.

2 months later…

"Come on guys! Breakfast is ready!" Charley poked her head out of the kitchen to see if the guys were out of their rooms yet. The scoreboard had finally been torn down; too structurally unstable was what the newspaper had said. Charley was sure it had to do with all the 'mouse holes' in the walls. Charley had set up the garage so that Vinnie and Throttle had their own rooms, while Modo shared hers.

Putting the food on the table, she smiled when Throttle came out of his room and prepared the coffee for everyone.
"'Mornin' babe," sitting down he took a sip of coffee, "thanks for breakfast."

"No problem,"

"Hey there sweetheart!" Vinnie came out of his room linking his bandoleers together in the middle of his chest and settled down beside Throttle just as Modo made his way down the stairs and sat opposite the two other mice.

"'Mornin' gorgeous," Charley leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips, and giggled in surprise when he ran his hand in her hair at the back of her head and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.

"Aw come on guys!" Vinnie teased, smiling at his bro, happy that he had finally decided to settle down with a great woman.

Charley walked away from the table.
"Aren't you eating with us babe?" Throttle noticed she looked a little pale, and frowned when she clutched her stomach.

"Nah, not hungry,"

"What's wrong baby," Modo got up from the table, concerned etched his face as he rubbed her back trying to ease whatever was ailing her.

"Don't know. I threw up this morning… and all of last week," at the smell of the food on his breath, Charley turned a pale shade of green as she put a hand to her mouth and ran for the nearest bathroom. At the sound of her retching, all three mice were very concerned and Throttle called Angie over his bike com.

"What's up?" Angie's voice sounded loud and clear.

"Somethin's up babe. Charley's sick. You think Limburger slipped some more poison past us?" Throttle tried to hide the worry in his voice while Modo knocked on the door of the bathroom.

"You okay darlin'?" the line was silent for a few seconds then a soft chuckle could be heard through the com.

"What's so funny?" Vinnie asked, frustrated that she'd find the situation amusing.

"By the sounds of Charley sick in the background… yeah I can hear her... ewww... And how long her and Modo have been having sex, I'd say there's only one possibility,"

"What's that?"

"Charley's pregnant,"

"What??" all three mice shouted at once.

Just then an amused "Timmbbeerrr!" was heard from a chuckling Vinnie as Modo fell unconscious to the floor with a silly grin on his face.