Title: Shattered Freedom

Series: Decisions and Sacrifice

Sequels: FINISHED

Author: Whipblade

Fandom: Biker Mice From Mars

Pairings: Vinnie/Mice, Modo/Charley, Throttle/rats, Carbine/Turbo

Rating: NC-17 : Coarse Language, Violence, Graphic non-consenting sexual scenes.

Betas: Bitchwolf & Dapple

Thanks To: All Those in Y! Groups B ikerMiceSlash and B iker_Mice. D apple my fan n' friend, With great comedy fic skills! B itchwolf a friend and fan, whose provocative fics keep me going. A very special thank you to the light of my life, Sick Puppy Thanks love ^_^ To all others who have made this sequel possible by leaving such great comments at Alt.BM & to my e-mail. Thank you everyone.

BIKER MICE FROM MARS

IN Shattered Freedom By: Whipblade

****************Previously**********

Once again Throttle woke up to the uncomfortable, familiar n' embarrassing sensation. Tossing back his covers he peered quickly to the still slumbering Vincent. Quietly and quickly Throttle stripped out of his wet clothing. Dragging on his bathrobe, he gathered his soiled bedding. Snagging his used towel from that morning, he tossed it on the bed in hopes it'd suck up most of the waste.

Making the trip all the way to the basement in the dark, and back up. Tip toeing past Charley n' Modo's bedroom, Throttle entered the bathroom.

Charley opened her eyes slightly, waking to the sound of the shower. Yawning she rolled over and returned to sleep.

Throttle made his bed before heading back down to the basement. He turned on the washing machine and headed back to bed in hopes of getting some sleep.

**

Charley was up and moving about the garage when she heard the heavy door to the garage open and slam shut.

"Sorry." Throttle's soft mutter sounded.

Charley turned to see Throttle, with his biker boots on, standing by the heavy fire door. "Morning. Your up early." she smiled unsure what Throttle planned to do in his PJ's.

"Vinnie started snoring. Then Modo did..... couldn't fall back to sleep." the tawny mouse shrugged walking over to Vinnie's red racer. "Vincent said his bike's mapping system was bugging." he quirked a brow to the human female.

"I haven't looked at her yet. I'm still fighting with my customers." she replied reading order papers and parts.

"hrmph." Throttle nodded pulling the engine cover off the red bike. Finding the right screw driver among the organized tool shelf, he unlatched and unscrewed the control panel to the bike.

Charley watched from the corner of her eye as Throttle fiddled with Vinnie's ride. Unsure if he was working on it, or sabotaging it.

Throttle pulled out a couple of wires. He rooted around the labeled drawers before finding the same wire gage. Replacing the parts he started the bike up and tested the mapping system.

Once satisfied he shut her down. "There." He said latching the engine cover down.

Charley watched as Throttle walked right by his own bike. He exited the garage. The heavy door slamming behind him.

**

Modo and Vinnie roared out of the garage with weapons drawn. They were ready to rumble. And Limburger was providing such an opportunity by attempting to bulldoze once again, the Wildlife preserve. Sweet Georgie Brown Radio station, GCTSAR 98.6 blared Iron Maiden.

"What happened to the old call letters?" Vinnie asked his gray furred bro.

Modo heard his bros' voice filtered through his helmets radio. "Sweet Georgie was bought out by the Tribune after they lost Quigley Field. Georgie is now the CEO and head DJ. It's still heavy metal and Rock and Roll. They play classics on the weekends." Modo replied.

"Cool. I think...." Vinnie replied as they turned off the highway. They revved their engines following the deep furrows made by Plutarkian Bulldozers.

"YYYYEEEEEEAAAAAHHHH!!!!" Vinnie hollered a war cry as he shot over a hill. Launching his bike into the air. "TAKE THIS YOU PLUTARKIAN SCUM BAGS!" he fired at random object.

Modo laughed as he swerved around the fiery remains of a dozer on its' side. "YO! Grease-ugly! We got a score to settle!"

Grease pit looked down from a back hoe. "Oh no! Duh, that moronic mousesie is trying to fight again. Duhhh I'll show him!" reaching beside him, Greasepit grabbed his big oil gun and started to fire down at Modo.

Unimpressed with the attempt. Modo fired a grappling hook.

Vinnie caught a glimpse of Greasepit jumping from a tipping Plutarkian backhoe. Striking a flare the white mouse tossed it towards some explosives that were piled. "AAAHHHHHHWWWHHOOOO!!!"

Limburger turned around from his station near the edge of a pond. "Was that?"

Vinnie yelled firing at the goons. He kicked his jets to life, once airborne Vinnie released a volley of fire towards to big cheese.

"AAHHHH!!!!! It's that deranged white mouse!" Limburger dove for cover behind his limo. "I thought I was rid of those pesky vermin once and for all!" he snapped watching the red motorcycling mouse tease goons while blowing up logging machinery.

Modo blasted a hole right through a three wheeler forcing the goon to bail. He headed right for the burning and exploding pile of explosives. Eight goons on his tail, hitting overdrive Lil' Darlin' jumped over the sparks. As the eight goons swerved, crashing into each other avoiding the burning debris.

Modo and Vinnie blasted their way through a few more goons still standing. Rejoining, the two rode together. Only to skid to a stop in front of the cowering fat blob of a Plutarkian, TRYING to hide behind the limo.

"Hello tubby." Vinnie grinned evilly.

"AH! UH! oh no..." Limburger stood up straightening his tie. "yes, I see your back. How unfortunate."

"Yeah, well you know." Vinnie shrugged grinning. "You realize something now, don't you?" Vinnie hummed in a sing-song voice.

"No, no what would that be?" Limburger paused trying to figure out what the white mouse meant.

"Your tower is free game! AAHAHHHHOOOOO!!!!!" Vinnie popped a wheelie, hitting his jets, he rocked over the pond. Racing up the far bank his bikes rear rockets fired.

"Direct hit." Modo smiled. "Heheheheh" He spun around kicking mud up at Limburger before shooting off around the won battle field.

"Oh no... NO ... NO!!!!" Limburger yelled falling to his knees, mud on his face. In the distance he could see his building crumble to the ground.

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Enter The Mice.....