So...The previous chapter of this story on my Deviantart account has suddenly just got a bunch of people putting it in their favorite list so much so I suspect it's a case on one person faves it a bunch of other people follow like sheep following trends and it sometimes annoys me when it was a chapter I really didn't put a lot of effort into because it feels like everyone is going crazy for like...A mini bag of potato chips compared to my longer chapters which are more like complicated curry dishes

But this time Little Mac was not going to let Bimbette just run away like before...But fortunately she was making it easy this time by not bounding on all fours but instead slowly walking away rubbing her arm nervously…

"Bimbette!" Little Mac called after her, but the Mutant Doe did not respond.

When Little Mac caught up to her he firmly but gently grabbed her hand.

"I'm not just going to let you leave this time!" The Former Champ said firmly as he looked at his beloved Mutant Deer "Now what's this all about? Is this about your Master? I know you're still scared of him even if you won't admit it!"
"Mac you don't understand!" Bimbette said "He...He's not like other men! He has his own psychic abilities! He's probably been monitoring us this whole time! And now that the press has taken pictures of us…"
And then as if on cue...A red van that the other WVBA Boxers would have been very familiar with...But since Little Mac was deliberately kept out of the Older Boxers' quest to solve the mystery of mutant animals he had been kept in the dark about the...International Brain Trust.

Yes that shadowy organization apparently had its fingers in multiple pies regarding mutant animals...Probably had something to do with the theory tat they hoped to use them to replace humanity and create a new working class that had absolutely no rights while a few human elite lived in complete luxury and they had probably been at the forefront of developing multiple mutation methods from splicing animal embryos with human DNA like Dana to the strange psionic power inducing mutagen that had been injected into Bimbette when she was a fawn to cause her to mutate into anthropomorphic form.

But it was the same red van with gold letters on the side and it was the same kind of goons that seemed to be completely covered in black with a gas mask for a face, two of these goons grabbed Bimbette as the Van passed by and pulled her into the trunk without stopping!

"NO!" Little Mac screamed as he desperately tried to grab Bimbette's hand before the van's doors were shut again.

Fortunately as the van sped away, while Mac may have been a man of few words, he was more of a man of action than Glass Joe was...Even though he knew he had no way to follow that van on foot he followed whatever his gut instincts told him to do...He ran to the apartment he and Doc Louis shared, startling his coach and now adoptive father when he burst into the room.

"Whoa!" Doc exclaimed "Mac, what's going on?!"
"They got her Doc!" Little Mac said as he immediately went for where he kept his old boxing gloves "They got Bimbette!"
And Doc didn't need any explanation on who 'They' were!

"Hold on Mac!" Doc said as Mac put on his boxing gloves "You can't just go off by yourself without a plan!"
However for once Mac wasn't going to listen to Doc he quickly ran back out the door yelling "I lost her once! I'm not going to lose her again!"
"Mac!" Doc Louis yelled but it was already too late "I don't have time to get your bike…" Doc said weakly but quickly he had a sense of what to do.

He quickly called Glass Joe who seemed to be waiting for this call…

While Glass Joe was talking to Doc Louis Dana made a call of her own, to Rover...She knew the Young Timber Wolf was shaping up to be the best of Leonardo's students so a burst of her own feminine intuition prompted her to call him as part of a back-up plan if things went south they were overwhelmed…

So Little Mac is kind of channeling Prince Eric from The Little Mermaid for a moment there...OK bad jokes aside I realized Glass Joe probably held onto that tracking device Donatello gave him in Liberty of the Soul