Biker Mice From Mars - Breaking The Habit

Every Damsel In Distress Deserves A Hero

Kiwi was lying listlessly on the couch, watching TV.
The mice were in the guesthouse, doing whatever alien mice did with their free time.
A few days had gone by in relative peace, but apparently, the mice didn't like peace and quietness.
They were getting anxious, she had noticed.
Especially Vinnie.
In the relatively short time that she knew them, she had learned that the white-furred mouse was hyper, cocky as hell, a flirt, but above all — a major adrenaline junkie.
Throttle was different, if not the complete opposite.
Calm.
Wise.
A thinker.
Unlike his white-furred companion, he thought things through before he acted.
And he was hard to read.
It was merely impossible to know what was going on in that profound head of his.

Vinnie, on the other hand, was like an open book and he had only a grand total of three things on his mind — food, girls, and adrenaline.
Oh, and himself, of course.
Modo was the gentle and polite one.
Due to his size, he looked quite threatening, but in reality, he was just a big teddy bear with a small heart.
The way her heart swelled up by only thinking of them made her realize that she was, completely involuntarily though, starting to get attached to them.
And not because she wasn't alone anymore, but because they were genuinely nice to her.
Which was dangerous, to say the least, though still not enough to make her lower her walls.
Nothing probably was.
The news on TV broke her out of her thoughts, or well, Limburger's ugly mug did and she jerked upright.
What the hell was that stinkface doing on the news?
With her heart pounding in her chest, she grabbed the remote and turned up the volume.

"Hellooo, my fellow citizens of Chicago. I'm in charge here and as your new acting mayor, rest assured that I won't let these misfits go unpunished. My new appointed chief of police is under orders to have them arrested on sight."

Kiwi gawked at the TV, or more to the point, at the banner that was displayed behind Limburger.
On it, there was an image of three people, and she rubbed her eyes, contemplating if they might be deceiving her.
But the image didn't change.
The very image of three people wearing the exact same outfits as the three alien mice that were currently bunking in her guesthouse, but she knew it wasn't them.
What the hell was going on here?
She quickly whipped her phone out of her pocket and opened the news app.

'Mayor of Chicago kidnapped. Businessman Lawrence Limburger is willing to replace him till his safe return.'

Shaking her head, Kiwi jumped off the couch.
There was no doubt in her mind that this was a setup, and the time had come to alert the cavalry.
She hurried to the guest house, where she was welcomed by loud music.
But just moments before she reached the open door, three bikes revved their impressive engines and blocked her way.
Weapons zoomed out of different places and Kiwi stopped dead in her tracks.
Holy shit.
She had never seen such amount of weapons, which wasn't really surprising, considering she was just a law-abiding citizen before she met three badass soldiers coming from the planet Mars.
Perhaps the thing that impressed her most was that it was, apparently, possible to equip only one bike with this many weapons.
A great invention, to put it mildly...
Why was she standing here, being impressed?
She needed to talk to the mice, pronto!

"Let me through, we're on the same side, remember?", she told the bikes, a bit stuffy, though, but who could blame her?
Being held at gunpoint by three bikes wasn't something that happened to her on an average day.
She tried to walk past them, but Vinnie's cherry-red racer fired a laser near her feet and she jumped in the air, letting out a shriek before she stumbled backward, her hands in front of her body.
"Easy, now, easy...", she breathed, but the bikes just followed her, beeping loudly as they flashed their mouse-shaped headlights.
"Uh... guys?", Kiwi squeaked, sweat streaming down her back, but the music overruled her somewhat hoarse voice.
Hm.
This obviously required a little more drastic measures.
After taking a deep breath, she opened her mouth.
"GUYS!!!"