Shattered, Repaired, Renewed: Brothers Chapter 8

The BMFM are headed to Las Vegas to save Rimfire and his crew! But what they find is much more dangerous than Area 51, and sends shockwaves throughout the group as to what it means to be a family......sequel to Shattered, Repaired, Renewed: Momma Comes Home

Disclaimer: Dudes, two stories later and I still don't own the mice. Damn my luck.....
Throttle, Modo, Vincent, Charlene Davidson, Rimfire, Chef Andy Steinhaur, One-Eyed Jack Monterrey are all characters from the original show. Silva (Modo's Momma) and Auri (Modo's lost wife/mate) are my characters, along with any others that pop up. Thanks!

Chapter 8

Charley stirred slowly, wincing as she felt a stab of pain in the back of her head. She gave a resigned siagh as she remembered the kidnapping (not another one), being brought to the main Plutarkian villian (different one this time), subsequent gloating (God, it all sounded so old), and being dragged down to the holding cell she was in now. (Not just left tied up in the main lab, that was new. Maybe they were wising up?) She pulled herself up to sit on the bench she was laying on and glanced down. She stared down at her body in something that was starting to resemble rage. "My clothes are gone," she said blankly. "The bastards took my clothes off?!!"

"Be glad that's all they took," a tense voice called from across the hallway of the prison.

The human looked out through the bars of her cell door, startling at what she saw. "You---you're a---"

"A freak? Yeah, we get that all the time," the female said tiredly.

"I was going to say 'you're a Martian Mouse,' " Charley said as she looked the girl over. She was very small and petite, barely past five feet tall. Her fur was solid white, with what looked like tufts of short white hair. Her antennae were a deep red and her eyes a light pink. The mouse looked young, maybe just edging into 16. She was also naked as the day she was born. "They took your clothes too?"

The girl's jaw had dropped at the human's words. "Never had clothes to begin with. You know about Martians?"

"Plutarkians, Sand Raiders, and Martian Rats too," Charley replied. "What part of Mars are you from?"

"I'm not," the mouse said, staring at the human in confused awe. "I'm a clone."

"A clone?" Charely said in surprise. "Of who?"

"Some mouse here on Earth named Vincent."

"Vinnie?! Good lord, he'll have kittens when he finds out about this," the mechanic said to herself in shock.

"You know the guy?"

"Know him? I used to date him!"

"Really? Is he cute?"

"Yeah, if you like the 'macho he-man' thing." She blushed a bit at the young mouse's look. "Okay, okay, the boy is hot, alright?"

A grin spread on the white female's face. "Nice to know I come from good stock. Do the looks run in the bloodline?"

Charley nodded. "You do look a lot like him. Much better looking though. And tell him I said that. Often."

"I'd love to, but I'd need to get out of here," she replied. "And I'm not going anywhere with out my sisters."

Charley made to rest her hand on the bars to lever herself up to get a better look at the prone females--"Don't!! The bars are electrocuted," the mouse explained as the human pulled her hand back.

"Electric current running through them? Hmmm." Charley thought to herself a minute. "Can you wake them up?"

"I think so, the sedative should be wearing off soon, why?"

The mechanic smiled. "I'm getting us out of here, that's why."

"With what?" The mouse asked incredulously. "I saw them strip off all your tools."

"Oh, if they really wanted to take away all my tools," the human shifted a bit as she worked at the lining of her bra, "they really should have taken away my underwire."

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Modo and Rev moved quickly down the corridors of the building. The large group of guards that had been protecting the turret guns had been taken out in less than five minutes as the determined mice made their way into the Tower. Occassionally another squad of laser-toting goons would try to stop them, some would have even given them a half-way decent run for their money. If the mice had been on foot.

Lil' Hoss's engine roared as it peeled down the carpeted halls, blasting open the doors to the elevators. They rode the walls down the shaft, shooting out the elevator car as the guards tried to send it down to crush them. With a proud smile as he observed Rev's fighting style, Modo commented, "Nicely done, with an economical touch for preserving the weaponry. Sure you weren't in the Freedom Fighters?"

"The who?"

"Oh lord, kid, we have got to teach you some Martian history," the grey mouse said in disapproval. "Floor 57. This the lab?"

"And right below Monterrey's office," Rev nodded. He glanced around as the doors opened. "I've only been here once, don't know much about the defences Karbunkle would have put in."

"If he's anything like his brother, it can't be that bad," Modo said as they walked in. The elevator suddenly crumpled as huge weight, the elevator's pull engine, was sent down on top of it, effectively jamming the shaft and sealing off the floor. "I guess we stay on this floor for a bit then," Modo said with a shrug.

A screaming alarm sounded the second their boots hit the floor, a few flashing lights popping out of the walls. A hissing voice that sounded far too much like Limburger's Karbunkle sounded over the PA system. "Attention: Intruder in the compound. Initiating protocol number 64. Alarm number 64 activated. You have been warned." The screaming sound stopped, but the flashing lights remained.

Modo glance at Rev. "What's protocol #64?"

"I don't know what protocol #64 is, but I know what alarm #64 is," the white mouse said nervously. "He's opening the higher cages."

"That's good! It'll be easier to find Charley if she's already out."

"No, that's bad! Some of the stuff in those cells is caged for a reason!! Most of what's in there is Karbunkle's genetic experiments and alien hybrids."

"Hybrids?"

"Solarian dragon plant with Mettalugri spider-birds. I totally don't know what those are, but I know they aren't good. And that's just the first level of cages. They get worse as you go down."

"Just means I get to train you up on bike manuevering in combat situations," Modo said with good humor. "You gotta learn to look on the bright side, kiddo."

Rev stared after the grey mouse as they moved to mount up on Lil' Hoss again. "The bright side? I'm strolling through deep enemy territory in a collapsable building with Rambo and heavey artillary." He slowly shook his head in bemusement. "Maybe there is a bright side."

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One-Eyed Jack Monterrey growled as he watched the security monitors of his beloved Tower. Two mice, two measly Martain mice with only one bike had taken out nearly half of his best security staff. Intolerable. He made a mental note to hire competant mercanaries, since these human guards just couldn't seem to cut it. A call to the Scum of the Universe would be in order after this ordeal.

When the alarm was triggered in Karbunkle's lab, his growl grew even louder as he switched his eyepatch to his other eye. This was getting far too messy for his tastes. He hated it when he had an intelligent enemy. "Karbunkle."

"Yes, my lord?" the scientist answered from the shadows, his black coat seeming to absorb any light that might come near him.

Monterrey fought to not startle and show the mad doctor just how unnerving the Plutarkian thought he was. "I believe it is time for us to make our exit, if things are getting so rambunctious this early in the game."

"Indeed, my lord." The villians tapped the large chrome watches they wore, the mini-transporter flashing as it took them away from the building. Seeing Limburger's spectacular failings and the destruction of so many of his Towers ensured that the Las Vegas conqueror would be nowhere near his building when Martain Mice were inside it.

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An angry buzzing sound came from the bars of the cell as the announcement sounded throughout the lower levels. The metal door actually glowed with the electricty pouring through it. Charley blinked in surprise. "What was that all about?"

The young mouse flinched back further into her cell. "Not good, this is not good."

"What's going on?"

"They're letting the experiments loose," the girl said in a trembling voice. "Even if you could get us out, I'm not going anywhere now. Its safer in here."

"Its safer as a prisoner of a mad scientist and Plutarkian conqueror?" Charley said incredulously.

The white mouse nodded firmly. "Those things are bad news. Think too many mouths, with too many teeth, in all the wrong places. And way, way too many eyes. Again, in all the wrong places."

Charley shuddered at the mental image, but still worked on her door. "I'd still rather get ou of here. I've got company coming that will probably be really mad at anything that gets in their way. Gotta love Martian furballs."

"Do they come packing heat?" the girl asked.

"Never leave home without it," the mechanic said cheerfully as she tossed the thin wire at two of the bars. The metal glowed red hot as the electricity coursed through it, creating a circuit loop that began to overload the door's system.

"I'd back up if I were you," Charley warned as she dove for cover under the cot. She spoke not a moment too soon as the door's circuitry blew up, the door popping open. The human smiled as she stepped out in the hallway, glancing around to make sure the coast was clear. She picked up the thin wire and a piece of the metal from her door, hefting it like a bat. "Kiddo, I've faced monsters, Rats, Raiders, Plutarkians with no deoderant, and the Scum of the Universe. A couple of experiments aren't going to stop me now. I'm going home to my boyfriend, and god help anything that gets in my way."