Motor City Maniacs Chapter Two

"Motor-city maniacs"- chapter 2

"Do we even know where to look?" Royce asked, still admiring her new outfit. They had made a pit stop to get the girls cleaned up. Royce came out dressed in tight leather pants, boots and a black halter-top. She also donned fingerless black gloves and got her hair done in French-braided pigtails.

Renault also admired her new threads. She had traded her rags for knee-length boots, a short black skirt, fingerless gloves that stretched up to her elbows and a sleeveless black shirt that buttoned up just enough to reveal her cleavage with the collars of her shirt sticking up. She had chosen to stick to the same hairstyle. When Jack had first gotten a look at the two, he couldn't stop staring. To say they looked good was an understatement. Renault especially.

At the moment, they were riding in Jack's limo.

"Yeah. You said these Plutarkians go after resources. I came across this place upon arrival. There were craters all over the place," Jack explained.

"Then we'll head there," Royce said. Jack smiled, "One step ahead of you."

Royce smirked, "Jackie-baby, I like your style."

They arrived at an abandoned lot and sure enough, there were craters everywhere. They quickly stepped out and observed the area.

"Man, look at this place..." Lexus said in awe. It was a wasteland.

"Just like Mars," Renault said quietly. Jack could only frown as the girls reminisced. Heck, this was probably how Charley felt when she met those Biker mice in Chi-town.

"We've gotta make sure this doesn't happen to any more of Detroit," Lexus turned around with a determined look.

"I don't think so," a voice spoke and they all turned to see another limo near by. A short man with an odd-shaped head and two different-colored eyes was leaning against the door. Men surrounded him on dune buggies.

"Who the hell are you?" Royce asked rudely. Napoleon suppressed the urge to yell at her, "Awow me to intwoduce myself. I am Napoweon Bwie, the Pwutarkian in charge of Detroit and future governor of this pwanet."

Lexus scoffed and folded her arms, "You and what army, smallfry?"

Brie smirked as his goons revved up their dune buggies, "Why, them of course."

His goons sprang into action, driving top-speed at the mice. Royce quickly picked up Jack and opened the limo door, tossing him inside and closing the door. The girls quickly split apart as the action began.

Royce led her pursuers around piles of dirt before jumping on top of a still-standing metal barrel and tackled one of the dune-riding goons. After smacking him off of his ride, she made a U-turn and drove at his pals, knocking them off of their rides with an extended fist.

"Whoo! Nothin' better than a squabble in the fresh night air to make you feel alive!" Royce exclaimed.

Renault was starting to wish she had taken a rifle or something with her on this little excursion. Brie's goons quickly caught up with her and one grabbed her around her waist, pulling him onto her lap.

"Come on toots, you're comin' back to the boss," he chuckled, sizing her up. Renault frowned before slapping him, "I think not, monsieur. You are tres disgusting!"

Then she hopped behind him and kicked him off of the buggy with her feet and then manned his ride, turning around. That's when she noticed his rifle behind her.

"Ooh, I just love a man who gives me presents! " she said happily before picking up the rifle and attacking the remainder of her followers.

Lexus stood her ground as four dune buggies drove at her. Just when they were at a two-foot distance, she pulled out a rifle from her coat and fired, knocking them all off of their rides and blowing up their buggies. Lexus blew the smoke from the tip of her gun and placed it back on her hip holster with a smirk.

Jack could only watch with amazement as the girls regrouped before an angry Brie.

"Well, that was fun," Lexus said. Royce cracked her knuckles, "Great appetizer, but how about we just skip to the main course?"

Brie was livid, seeing his goons disposed of so easily was not something you wanted to see while trying to start a hostile takeover. He grumbled, hurrying back into his limo, "This isn't over, mice!" And he took off.

The girls all looked at each other and then jumped, giving each other a high-five. Royce whooped, "Man, I haven't had that much fun in months!"

"Yes, that was quite enjoyable!" Renault said with a grin. Jack stepped out of the limo and approached them, "You girls were great! Are all Martians skilled in the fighting department?"

Royce turned to him, "Not all of us Jackie-babe. Just the ones who feel they need it the most. Our father was a member of our Martian government, so he saw to it that we could defend ourselves."

"Oh. So what happens now? I don't know about you guys, but I'm beat," Jack said, emphasizing his weariness by yawning and stretching. Lexus held her chin, "Well, Brie's obviously gone off to brood somewhere, so that probably leaves us with some free time. The repairs to the ship can wait until later. You go ahead and head back to your suite, Jack, we'll join you later."

"Where will you guys be? You know you're always welcome to share my suite with me," Jack said and the girls smiled.

"Oh, merci beacoup Jacques!" Renault clasped her hands together.

"Great. We're gonna raid the ship for all it's weapons and then meet you at the suite," Lexus explained.

Brie grumbled in his chair, his remaining goons standing before him in fear, wondering what would happen.

"What will become of your men left at the lot, sir?" Nuke asked.

Brie shrugged, "They're no wonger my concern. They know that failure is not an option. We will simpwy have to bait those wodents into a twap and I have an idea just what to use."

"Man, those Plutarkians were pretty well supplied," Royce exclaimed as she joined her sisters with another crate full of weaponry to add to their five boxes.

"Well, they won't be needing them anymore. Let's head back to the suite," Lexus said before hefting a crate onto her shoulder like a basket.

Jack gazed out of his window, looking down on the city. It was all happening so fast! First he's at a press conference, the next thing he knows, he housing three alien women.

Three beautiful alien women. He sighed, shaking the idea out of his head. Falling for an alien. Ridiculous. He'd already had his share of them. He dropped down onto the couch, lying where Lexus had laid earlier. He looked to the other couch where Renault had laid his head down and stroked his hair. He couldn't help but smirk. She smelled good.

"Um, excuse me Mr. McCyber, your room service is here," a voice called from behind the door. Jack blinked and headed towards the door, turning the knob.

"I didn't order any--" he was suddenly knocked flat on his back.

"Room service."

"Well, we couldn't just let all that good food go to waste, now could we?" Nuke looked down at him, his hands in his pockets. He stepped over Jack and entered the suite, "Not bad. Not bad at all."

He noticed a vase on top of one of the tables and pushed it over, earning a pleasant 'crash'. Jack winced, that was a complimentary vase! Nuke placed an envelope on the place where the vase used to be.

"Bring him along boys," Nuke ordered and exited the suite. Jack was on his feet and ready to run, but one of the goons got behind him and delivered a blow to the back of his neck, rendering him unconscious.

The girls returned shortly after, wondering why Jack hadn't been in the living room to greet them.

"Where do you suppose he went?" Royce asked aloud as she placed down two crates. They had made quite the spectacle, entering the ritzy hotel with large crates on their shoulders. Of course, once they showed the owner the card Jack gave them, he allowed them entrance.

"Hey, what's this?" Royce noticed the letter on the table and opened it. Her sisters were suddenly at her sides, peering over her shoulder.

Dear Cave Mice,

We have your friend, McCyber. If you ever wish to see him again, come to the docks in Humphrey Park. If you're not there within the hour, you can say good-bye to your friend.

Brie

Royce crumpled up the paper and let it drop to the floor. Lexus' eyes widened, "Oh no."

The girls looked at her. Renault asked, "What is it?"

"The ship! The ship's in that park!"

"Soon those mice will be out of my hair and I will continue on with my scheme to wemove the wesources of this city," Brie said with a grin. One of his goons suddenly came running up to him, panting, "Uh, Mr. Brie, sir. Me and the guys found something we think you should see."

"A Plutarkian slave ship! So that's how they got hewe!" Brie exclaimed as he, Nuke and a small group of his men gazed upon it. One of his goons spoke up, "Want us to check it out?"

Brie nodded, "Of course."

If they only knew what was waiting for them.

Before the men even got close enough to the ship, it opened fire on them, sending them running and screaming. Unfortunately, the lasers also started fires on the grass and trees. Brie and his men were forced to run for cover or die from smoke inhalation. Once they were gone, it activated some fire extinguisher mechanism that put out all the flames. Laughing could be heard from inside.

"That should teach those goons," Renault remarked from within the cockpit of the ship.

Jack had been tied to an anchor leaning against a short mast on the docks. He pouted and sighed. What a way to go.

"Hey Jackie-babe, miss me?" Jack 'eep'ed when Royce suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Don't DO that!" Jack whispered. Royce merely gave an innocent smile and proceeded to untie him.

"Where's Lex?"

"Oh, she said she had to take care of something."

"What do you think you're doin', mousie?" Royce turned around to see five of Brie's goons standing over her. She smirked and stood upright, placing her hands on her hips, "Oh, surely you big boys don't mean to hurt lil' ol' me."

They all chuckled, bringing out their weapons. Royce gave a devious grin, "Bring it on then."

"These mice are a nuisance. I'm starting to see why Limburger had so much twouble with them," Brie muttered from inside his limo. Nuke was sitting beside him, a scowl on his face. He wanted a rematch with the gray one. Brie smirked at Nuke's expression, "You want another chance to wedeem yourself?"

Nuke nodded. "Go on."

"Whoohooo!!" Royce screamed as she knocked goons left from right as Jack tried to remove the remainder of restraints on him. Royce turned to him, "Isn't this fun?"

"Oodles," Jack frowned before ducking as a goon was thrown over his head and into the water.

Renault soon came running into the fray and stood beside Jack. The crowd of goons suddenly cleared as Nuke came walking through.

The mice blinked as he stopped and pointed at Royce, "You."

Royce grinned and walked up to him, "Shall we dance?"

Nuke started throwing punches and was, needless to say, pissed that she was still dodging them easily. She fell back, forcing her feet against his chest and knocking him onto the ground as she got up. Nuke growled and got to his feet before unsheathing a canesword. The goons 'oohed' and gave them more room as Nuke began slashing at her. Royce laughed and barely avoided them before air-somersaulting over him, grabbing the sword handle with her tail and pulling him back, causing him to lose his grip. With a swift punch, he collapsed on the ground.

"Tsk tsk tsk, how the might have fallen," Royce joked. They heard a growling in the distance and looked ahead to Napoleon Brie, looking irate as ever.

"KILL THEM!!" and the goons all ran at them.

"Not so fast!" They all looked to the right to see Lexus standing there in the distance, a laser rifle in hand.

"I think you'd better leave my sisters alone," Lexus said with a cocky look, stepping out of the shadows. Napoleon stepped forward chuckling, "My dear, you are kweary outnumbered."

"Oh, I think I can beat you," Lexus said, her look never faltering. Brie rolled his eyes, "You and what army, mouse?"

Of course, he regretted those last words as bikers started lurking out of the shadows and crowded behind Lexus. More started coming from different sides, and each of them was armed with a Plutarkian laser rifle. Napoleon and his men gawked at them and began to chuckle nervously, "I think we'll weave it a as a draw. Good night!"

Brie and Nuke made a run for the limo while the rest of his men ran to their parked buggies and followed their boss in retreat. The bikers all laughed and cheered as they took off.

"Where'd you get the reinforcements?" Royce asked as Lexus approached them. She smiled, "These were the friends I told you about."

"Nice friends. Where'd you pick them up?" Royce glanced at them.

"I went into a bar and some guy picked a fight with me. Next thing I know, he's out cold on the pavement and I'm the new leader of his gang," Lexus explained, much to the shock of her peers. Jack stepped forward, "You beat up the leader of the Motor Maniacs?!"

Lexus shrugged, "Yeah."

Lexus, Royce and Renault watched as the bikers began to take apart the Plutarkian slave ship. Jack approached them with his hands in his pockets, "It's gonna be weird adjusting to living with three aliens."

"Oh, you know you love us," Royce latched onto his arm. Jack smiled, but it slowly turned into a frown, "I'm sorry that there was nothing I could do about your ship."

"It's okay. You're allowing us to stay with you and we're forever grateful. Besides, I heard there are other Martians on this planet. Maybe they have a mode of transportation back to Mars," Lexus said.

"I'll tell you girls about them over dinner," Jack said casually and was immediately glomped by Royce and Renault.

"Oh you're such a gentleman, Jackie!" Royce said with a winky-eyed smile. Renault smiled, "Merci! I have not eaten since we arrived!"

Lexus giggled, "Thanks Jack, but the guys already treated me to pizza before I showed up at the hotel."

Jack straightened up, "Hey, for the record: what are you girls gonna call yourselves?"

The girls all looked at him thoughtfully.

"Y'know, I never thought of that," Royce said, holding her chin. Jack grinned placed his arms around them,

"Hey, how about 'Asphalt's Angels?"

The girls stared at him for a moment before shaking their heads, "Nah!"

"It would never work," Royce waved it off.

 

"Well, there's always Motor City Maniacs," Lexus suggested. Royce nodded, "I like that."

"Me too."

"Hey! What about my idea?" Jack asked. Royce put an arm around him, "It could be our alias."

"We'll need a catch phrase too," Renault said. Jack rolled his eyes, "This is gonna be a looong night."

THE END