An Ultimatum and Hidden Love - Chapter 18
"Throttle, I want you to understand something. I'm not going to wait around forever. I'm not going to keep doing this. I want someone who wants to be with me!" She shouted.
With that, the general turned on her heel and angrily walked out his door.
"Okay, that went well."
Throttle turned to see Vinnie, Modo, and Charley now enter the room.
"She's right. I don't have any right to string her along." He said, sadly.
"Yeah, well, she didn't have any right to try to throw us into a pit of spikes." Vinnie replied.
"Vincent!" Throttle retorted.
Throttle only used the younger mouse's full name when he was angry with him. Vinnie turned to face the tan furred leader head on.
"Well, it's true. She also threatened to kill Charley-girl, too."
"We've been through all that. Carbine regrets what she did."
"You're trusting her 'cause she was your girl. What if she snaps again?"
"She won't."
"My gray furred mama always said never to talk bad about a lady but Vinnie here has got a point, bro. The General Ma'am has got a bad habit at jumping to the wrong conclusions." Modo said.
"She thought we had betrayed our planet and were working for the Big Cheese thanks to Napoleon Brie's doctored up video. But now she understands we're innocent. Give her the benefit of the doubt."
...
Lawrence Limburger was in his office sulking. He just got off his comlink with the High Chairman of Plutark. After being forced to do the traditional Plutark greeting, they got down to business.
"Why haven't you shipped any of Earth's reources back to Plutark?"
"Oh, I assure you, Lord Camembert, the operation to ship Earth's oil to Plutark is happening as I speak. You'll get it by tonight." Limburger replied.
"I'd better or you'll be cleaning out all the toilets in my mansion with your tongue!" He screamed.
Then he hung up.
"Who does that bloated bag of hot air think he is?! I'll show him!" He frowned at the screen.
"I'll destroy all of Chicago's oil refineries then steal all their oil and ship it to Plutark. But no...Those wretched Biker Mice are bound to show up and stop me."
"If there was some way of luring them into a trap...one they can't get out of..."
The Big Cheese pressed a button on the computer console on his desk. He was soon inside of an elevator. Down he went into an intergalactic underground laboratory.
Dr. Carbunkle was using a staple gun to staple Fred The Mutant's head closed.
"Carbunkle!" Limburger said.
"Yes, Your OverRipeness?" The bony, red haired doctor asked, turning from Fred.
"I need a way to trap the Biker Mice."
"I have just the thing, Your Head Cheesiness. Observe. Super Sticky Goo Glue!" The doc replied, pointing to what looked a giant glue trap.
The trap was inside of a metal box.
"Once inside the box, the mice will be trapped. The cage is made of Plutarkian titanium steel. Hard to penetrate." Carbunkle explained.
"Excellent. Now all we need is bait for our trap."
Suddenly, an alarm sounded. A bright red siren flashed on Fred the Mutant's head.
"Incoming!" He announced.
A large grey wolf leaped the onto the lab table. It knocked down several of Carbunkle's chemicals.
"Quickly! Capture it!" Limburger told Carbunkle.
The wolf growled. Carbunkle was afraid to go near it.
"Not to worries, boss. I'll gets it!" Greasepit said.
Suddenly, the wolf creature transformed into a young woman with spiky, blonde hair and dressed in military camouflage clothing and dark boots. She sat happily on the edge of the table swinging her legs.
Greasepit now aimed a missile launcher at her.
"I don't know who you are, girl. But you made a huge mistake breaking in here. Any last requests before I have Greasepit here vaporize you?" Limburger asked.
"The name is Ondine. You worked with our wolf pack while you were in Budapest. You knew Daniel. He was my brother." Ondine began.
"And your pack failed just as miserably as my Goon Squad in ridding me of the Biker Mice."
"They failed because of my brother's twisted obsession with a human female. But I won't fail. I can help you trap them."
"And how do you plan to do that?"
"Tell your oversized monkey to lower his gun and I'll tell you."
Limburger motioned Greasepit to lower his gun. The big ape put it away.
"You need bait for your trap. I'm it. If those moldy mice think I'm in danger, they'll come running to help me."
"You make an interesting proposition. But you'll want something in return, I suppose."
"You suppose right. I want to be the new leader of the pack. I want Vivica eliminated. Get rid of her and her child for me."
"Agreed. Once the Biker Mice are gone, I'll be unstoppable."
All four villains cackled maliciously.
...
Modo was at Olympus Mounds. The large Martian was polishing his bike with a cloth. He had pitched a tent and sleeping bags.
"There you go, little darlin'. Pretty as a one two punch. And speaking of pretty sights..." He looked stunned.
Hecuba now walked up to him wearing what looked like a revealing night gown.
"Hey, handsome..." She purred, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing his lips.
"Oh, hey, uh, Miss Hecuba ma'am..." He blushed.
"Well, I'm ready for bed. How about you?" She teased.
"Don't you think it's, well, your gown is, a bit much?" He asked.
"You weren't complaining last night."
"Hecuba!"
She giggled.
"Oh, mama. What am I gonna tell my family?"
"You haven't told them about us? Why?"
"A Martian Mouse and a human /wolf woman wouldn't exactly be accepted on Mars." He looked down sadly.
"You also forgot the part about me being a witch. Definitely two minuses against me. The pack was already frowning on what went on between Vivica and Throttle. They're really gonna have a fit about this. But I don't care. I can't help who I love."
She gazed at the large gray mouse before her who smiled back. He now took her hand in his.
"I feel the same way, darlin'. Whatever happens, we'll face it together." Modo told her.
...
Vinnie was riding his bike on Red Rim Pass. Charley sat behind him like she always did before.
"I've been on Mars before and each time it gets more amazing."Charley said, gazing at the red night sky.
"It"s okay. I miss Earth. Chicago hot dogs. I wonder if the Nubs are playing or if Sweet Georgie Brown is still a dj " Vinnie wondered outloud.
"I'm sure they are. "
"Sorry, Sweetheart. But three days of night patrols with no action from the Fish Faces is super boring. If I don't get any action soon, I'm gonna blow!"
Suddenly, a glowing light shown on his bike.
"What is it?"Charley asked.
"A distress signal! It"s coming from Earth. Time to call Throttle and Modo!"