Life's Second Chance

Hyde to my Jekyll

Quiet lost voices seemed to be carried into the night as the biker mice rode back to the Last Chance Garage. With the events that had occurred, and new information whipping round their heads, the Martians couldn't find the peace to go to sleep-to top that off Charlie had decided to spend the night at the hospital with Ray which didn't didn't set their troubled minds at ease.

"Hey bros," Vinnie was the first to break into the silence, only to look on as Modo's eyes seemed to stare off into space, almost as if he was in a daze. "MODO!" Vinnie called out as the grey other almost crashed into the back of an eighteen-wheeler.

"Oh sorry Vinnie, I guess I wasn't thinking straight.." the sad tones of the other seemed to break the heavy silence. Throttle soon cut in, "I know what you mean bro. It's all right, Charlie girl's with 'er so-" the golden-tan mouse was cut off as Modo broke in, "I know, I know, I just can't seem to get it out of my mind."

Replaying the scene in the office, Vinnie let out a scowl, there was something that didn't fit the story that that was told. According to Director Kay, the M.I.B. had never left Mars-but if that was the case..Then why was it all over the military broadcasts? It even reached on their private and secret hotlines stating that the MIB sent from Earth to aid them had deserted them all?

Agent Jay had spoken about that ambush that had nearly cost Ray her leg and her eye when she had gone off to the wrong location the first time the MIB sent a ship to take her home, and ended up meeting Limburger instead. However, according to the memories that hadn't failed him, the report came from Carbine and Stoker directly- both the location and time were in sync. How could it have been the wrong place? "Something doesn't smell right," cut in Vinnie the masked Martian.

Turning to the rider on the Speedster, both Modo and Throttle concluded, "Yea something smells fishy all right," came their leader's remark which was followed up by Modo's, "That stinking fish face has his stench all over it."

"You guys thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?" Came Throttle's sly grin, and as the trio nodded in union. Throttle chuckled, "Time to pay the Big Cheese a little visit."

~*~

"Blast those putrid Biker Mice!" cursed Limburger, a Plutarkian fish faced alien who loved classical mobster attire. Adjusting his human face mask as he pulled himself out of the rubble that once was his proud standing tower, scowled. "Karbuncle!" called out the Plutarkian in his usual raised pitches, "Are the preparations ready?" came the really frustrated and exhausted lyrics.

"Yes your most gracious blue cheesiness," came the sheepish reply as the limo pulled up. As the scientist with the obnoxiously large head and wide rimmed goggles stared into his specks as Limburger was driven off to the Holiday Inn Hotel, the humble pose of Karbuncle broke into a raging hostile. Almost as if on cue, his bulky cellular phone rang, which made the scientist jump. Picking up the call felt his blood run cold. "Why good evening your highness.. Ah yes, the weapon is ready, she will deliver it first thing in the morning..Ah, the reception? Yes, he will be there..Uh, no but-" And as the terrified doctor was forced to hold the phone away from his right ear as a loud static zing broke through, he spotted a suited character at the corner of his eyes and gulped down hard- yes they were watching him again. Those shady figures and middlemen of his second employer never ceased to torment him. Hearing an angry faint voice blasting through the speakers tone down a notch, brought the large phone to his ears once more, " Rrr-ru-run that by me again?" came the shaky voice. And almost all at once the esteemed doctor stood tall with a sinister grin-fear almost nonexistent. "I'd be honored.."

The now energized Doctor Karbuncle had carried his tired feet over to where the elevator to his underground lab used to stand, and kicking through the bits of debris found the tile that acted as a concealed button and stepped on it. Within moments the tile started sinking gradually into the floor, with him standing on its well polished surface. Once in his lair, Karbuncle flipped a few switches and knobs, and began checking the status of their new weapon.

It was built with the capacity of camouflage, agile mobility, strength and simplicity. This in his opinion, was the biggest asset of his finest creation. For with its free thinking capability and human like shell, it was able to blend in with the citizenry of Chicago- no one would be able to detect it. The very conversation that had kicked in every neuro-signal in his body kept replaying over and over in his mind.

It had been about five years since he'd signed on for this mysterious employer who'd disappeared two years ago. He reappeared two years later in one of the monthly functions Limburger held as he tried to persuade the leading land holders to sell up their property. With the last part of the call fresh in his mind, Karbuncle beamed from ear to ear as he started going through a few knobs, lists, and chemicals with the liaison's statement mentally replaying.

"Phase One has already been put in action. We have a mole in the Agency of the MIB who'd leaked out that ""she's"" still under neuralization and will be at the Agency's main detention facility until nine in the evening tomorrow. This will give us enough time to release the doppelganger. No one would suspect a thing, and as she starts integrating with the population, she will find those nuisances that have plagued you and that Plutarkian.

Once in place we can move onto Phase 2 in which we'd feign another attack. Naturally their first response would be to come to retrieve her. The Agents will be forced to bring her to their main headquarters in New York where we will stage our attack. Once the blackout hits the city, Agent Ray would've already caused enough damage to earn her a merit for expulsion and detention and permanent neutralization. As you already have been informed a micro-chip had been placed in her neuro-system as a backup. Should she come across "" MAY "" it would set a chain neurological reaction releasing the Beast buried within Ray and all the memories previously erased would automatically come back.

Once she breaks free she will have no one to come to for aid but us, and with your Mind Bender Beam, we would have two trump cards instead of one. Those rodents will be out of your hair, and you will be in good favor with Limburger once again- while at the same time we'd gain enough surplus to take over this insignificant planet. By this time next year Earth would be no more, but that's only IF things go as planned. That disease of a Plutarkian will soon be brought to his knees and as promised you will be given this rock to rule as you please.

There's only one condition however, you will have to continue your whimpering act for the duration of this plot, while I play the good, just diplomat to throw the city into a sense of security until that very moment when everything fades black" Snickering, the character continued, " You will suffer greatly, but I promise you, the fruits of your sacrifice will prevail. Henceforth, would you be the Hyde to my Jekyll?"

"It would be my honor.." came the audible verbal response to the mental conversation.

"Is it time yet?" came a female's voice tinted with anxiety echoed from the back.

Turning his back to the work table the Doctor grinned a gap filled smile and replied, "Indeed..it is."