Torque and Harley had been traveling for several hours across the barren desert-like Plutopian interior in a dune buggy that they had confiscated from the Plutarkian guards. Along the way, they had seen remnants of the moon's former glory. Dried up ocean beds that were surrounded by crumbling resort hotels, acres of tree stumps where mighty forests once grew, and mountains that had been decapitated in order to mine metals.
Torque sighed sadly. "Boy, those Plutarkians really do a number on every place they inhabit." she said while observing the landscape.
Suddenly, the peace was shattered by the sound of laser fire. A small group of Plutarkian soldiers behind them were fast approaching.
"Great!" Torque yelled in frustration as she tried to outrun the Plutarkians.
Harley, who had been sleeping, awoke to the commotion. "Torque, what's going on?" she asked drowsily.
"Hang on Harley, I'm trying to save our tails!" Torque said as she drove the dune buggy toward a series of cliffs. She was familiar with the area, as she had worked there in a quarry that had been abandoned once it stopped producing valuable ore. An old Martian settlement was still visible at the base of the cliffs.
"Harley, I'm going to drive this dune buggy off of the cliffs here." Torque said with no visible emotion in her voice.
"What?!" Harley asked worriedly. "But we'll die!" she protested.
"Not necessarily." Torque answered. "I said that I would drive the dune buggy off the cliffs, not us along with it."
"I know for a fact that there are a series of large holes in these cliffs made by dynamite when they were being mined for iron ore." Torque explained. "They look shallow from the surface, but they actually are quite deep."
"There's one near the front of these cliffs, which is where we will be in a few minutes." she said. "At my signal, we will jump into it and let the dune buggy go off the side of the cliff."
"Those stinking fish-faces, hopefully, will think that we've gone off the side of the cliff with it."
"I don't think I'm going to be able to make it." Harley said sadly.
"Nonsense." Torque replied. "We've made it this far, we can't let those Plutarkian scumbags win." "Not this time."
As they approached the dynamite tunnel, Torque grabbed Harley's hand.
"Here goes nothing!" she yelled as they both jumped into the tunnel. The dune buggy continued on off of the cliff.
Approximately 10 minutes later, the group of Plutarkian soldiers arrived at the cliffs. They got out of their dune buggies and looked down at the bottom of the cliffs. There they saw the wrecked dune buggy.
The leader of the group immediately contacted Mace.
"Sir, the two suspects apparently drove the stolen dune buggy off a cliff located in the southern region of the moon." he said. "We can see the wreckage from the top of the cliff."
"What?!" Mace yelled. "You were unable to capture them alive?!" "And you call yourselves professionals!"
"But sir," the soldier said nervously, "it is very windy out here today and we could barely see them due to all the sand flying from behind their dune buggy."
"Well, then, I want you and your forces to retrieve any remains from the wreckage."
"But sir…" the soldier protested.
"Do it!" Mace hollered into the phone. "Or I'll have you demoted to bathroom duty on one of the stench carriers!"
"Yes sir." the soldier responded as Mace ended their conversation.
"Worthless rat." the soldier muttered. "I should have his job."
"Alright soldiers, General Mace has ordered us to retrieve any remains from the crash site." the soldier informed his fellows.
"I doubt if any remains survived that crash." another soldier said as he pointed down to the wreck, which had burst into flames. "I say that if the rat wants any remains, he should come down here and look for them himself."
"Yeah!" the other soldiers agreed.
"Say, let's get out of here and go terrorize some mice settlements." one of the soldiers volunteered.
"Sounds like a good idea to me." another responded.
The soldiers then got back on their dune buggies and left the cliffs, without searching the area for any survivors or remains.