Biker Mice From Mars - Breaking The Habit

Caught At Last

Over the next few days, the mice and Kiwi took things slow.
They all needed the quiet to process everything that had happened.

Throttle, who spent the first day visibly shaken, gradually recovered and settled back into his usual, steady self.
Modo was just as shocked by what Throttle had shared with him; even without seeing the memory firsthand, the weight of it had hit him hard.
But he, too, slowly transformed back into the gentle giant he was.

In a way, they were glad to finally know the truth.
No matter how gruesome it was, and no matter how much it pained them that their little brother had endured that alone without their protection, there was also a sense of relief.
Relief that they finally understood the shadows Vinnie had been running from.
And even if they didn't have a solution, they could at least be there for him now.
They hoped that, for now, it was enough.

Needless to say, Vinnie was quieter than usual.
He tried to take it easy to let his wound heal, but not surprisingly, he struggled with the inactivity.
But then there was Kiwi.
She stayed right by his side, helping him handle the frustration.
Maybe even more important, she kept him from doing something reckless before he was ready.

Nothing more had happened between them since that day.
When the others were around, they even acted as if nothing had changed, but there were signs.
Small ones.
Glances and gestures that only the two of them understood.

They weren't ready to tell Modo and Throttle just yet.
They wanted to keep this one thing for themselves.
It made it feel even more special—like a secret that belonged only to them.

Of course, Throttle and Modo weren't stupid.
But they said nothing.
They just gave those two the time and space they clearly both needed.

...

Two weeks had passed.

Vinnie's wound had finally healed, and the stitches were gone.
Luckily, Ruby had been smart enough to use soluble sutures, a decision that spared them the ordeal of removing them.

Kiwi was still worried, though.
She tried to insist he needed to take it slow for at least another two weeks, but Vinnie wouldn't hear it.
He was fine.
The pain was gone, and his strength was back.
More than anything, he wanted to put this whole nightmare behind him as fast as possible, which was easy enough to understand.

It was just a regular Saturday evening when Kiwi found out that Limburger was up to something.
She didn't know the exact plan, but she had caught wind that something big was in motion.

As always, the mice wasted no time.

The moment Kiwi was done talking, they jumped on their bikes and roared toward Limburger Plaza.
The welcome reception of a massive army of goons pretty much confirmed that the Big Cheese was indeed plotting something.

After the first round of some seriously awesome tail-whipping, the mice shared a round of high-fives.

"Hahaaaa! Leading the lead!" Modo rumbled, his voice filled with pride.

"In both skill and good looks!" Vinnie laughed, flashing a confident grin.

A laser suddenly hit the asphalt right next to them, telling them that the goons were already geared up for round two.

"Please, please... autographs later, bros," Throttle smiled, slightly shaking his head.
"We've gotta get to the Big Cheese."

The mice turned their bikes, facing the fresh line of goons standing right in front of Limburger Plaza.
With roaring engines, they threw themselves into the chaos once more.