16. Chapter 16 (1/2)

yay! i got this done a week before thanksgiving, and before the weekend no less! first, many thanks tess lacalme for allowing me to use jet, and for reviewing my work. it means a lot to me since i know you got so much on your plate.

second, i want to thank tess lacalme, midnightp20, casandraelf, and everyone on fanfic legit for motivating me to keep writing this. for some time i had considered stopping this fanfic altogether due to "personal" issues. thank you all for inspiring me to keep on writing. you all are awesome.

and a shout out to xxwolflord95xx for tossing me a few ideas. thanks!

you all know the drill. biker mice isn't mine. danny is. jet is tess lacalme's.

enjoy!

modo felt the heavy rain pour down all over his gray fur as he raced through the

oken streets on lil' hoss. he paid no attention to his cycle's speed or his surroundings, or the rain hitting his still scrapes, focusing only on the road ahead. his mind raced as he gripped the handlebars of his bike. he wasn't sure how fast he was riding, but there weren't any cops out that he could see, so he didn't have to worry about potentially getting a ticket. but he couldn't care less about

eaking the law at that moment. all that mattered was getting to where his

os, charley, and danny were.

he continued to ride,

eathing deeply in a vain attempt to slow his racing heartbeat, and ignore the sting of every raindrop striking his scrapes and the sinking of his stomach. as hard as he tried to fight it, all he could think about was his failure to live up to his promise. he swore to danny and charley he would protect them no matter what. instead, he got knocked out and left them vulnerable to greasepit and the rest of limburger's goons. and to make things worse, limburger's involvement with the cartel danny was working for meant there was an extra level to the danger she was in. as hard as he tried, all modo could think of was getting to where his

os's bikes' signals were coming from. even though he was riding at what others would consider

eakneck speed, and no one else was surprisingly on the road but him, he felt like he was moving at a snail's pace. every second he wasn't with the others put charley and danny in further danger. of course he was concerned for throttle and vinnie's welfare as well, but his

os were trained soldiers and could handle whatever limburger threw their way. and while he knew charley was by no means weak and helpless, he knew there was no way she could handle an entire goon army and a drug cartel on her own, combined with whatever trap limburger had set up. worse, danny was there, and he knew the cartel was out for her blood thanks to whatever was being set up. he suppressed a shudder as he fought not to imagine what would be done to her…or what was being done to her. instead, he gripped the handlebars of his bike tighter, his hands shaking.

"c'mon, darlin. i know you're givin' it all ya got, but i need ya to give a lil' more. we gotta get there pronto!"

no sooner did modo plea that lil' hoss picked up a second wind and rode even faster, the surrounding buildings becoming more blurry as they drove on. he just hoped it was enough.

os…charley-ma'am…danny-girl…hang on! we're almost there!

jet looked back and forth between the two armed goons. she had no guns of her own, and she was surrounded on both sides. she quickly glanced down below, and saw how high up she was. jumping down was not an option. even if she were to survive the fall, the gunfire below her would do her in. there was only one option available. she sighed.

i hope this works.

the goon behind her holding his rifle placed his index finger on the trigger. however, before it could be pulled, jet quickly dove forward and rolled between the goon's legs. the two goons paused and watched jet's

ief somersault, taken back by her sudden action. when she completed her somersault, she quickly stood up, and twirled forward,

inging her right foot into the goon's crotch. the sudden impact of her foot to her flesh caused him to cry out in pain and drop his weapon, clutching his crotch. when he did so, jet spun and kicked the goon in his back, causing him to stumble backwards against the other goon with the rifle. the first goon fell onto the other goon, which caused the standing goon to lose his grip on his rifle, and it fell out of his hands and onto the ground below them.

jet pushed the rifle that the first goon had dropped earlier down the railing below, making both of them weaponless. the two goons quickly stood up, grabbing the railing on the side for support as they glared at jet. neither of them looked happy to not only be caught off guard by a woman, but to be weaponless. and she knew they were going to make sure she knew how displeased they were with what she did to them. not that it phased her in the slightest. she was not only prepared for a

awl, but she welcomed the opportunity.

"what's the matter, fellas?" jet taunted. "one woman too much for ya?"

both goons cracked their knuckles as they glared at jet.

"you're gonna pay for that, tootsie."

jet cracked her own knuckles, noting the flinch in their faces.

"i'm from new york, bitches. whatever you're gonna dish out, you'd better make sure you can take it too." jet

ought her fists up to her face and moved her right leg behind her to put herself into a fighting stance. "ready when you are."

one goon charged at jet, clenching his right hand into a fist and drawing back to prepare to punch. he never got the chance, because just as he shot his fist forward, jet ducked and punched him as hard as she could in the stomach. when he doubled over, she gave him a hard uppercut to the jaw, causing him stumble backwards against his comrade. as the two fell over each other, jet heard more laser shots fired. gripping the railing for support, she took a chance and looked down at the fight going on below her. throttle and vinnie were racing circles around four large, blue-skinned males, narrowly dodging punches and stomps while other goons were cheering on the spectacle before them. vinnie was howling and laughing while shooting at them, thoroughly enjoying himself. figured. the two furry bikers shot at them with the lasers on their bikes and blasters, but they seemed to have had no effect on the creatures. no screams of pain or rage ever came out of those creatures' mouths, even as the blasts made direct contact with their bodies. even with blood coming out of their wounds, they continued on as if nothing had happened. just what were those two fighting?

she squinted her eyes as her gaze traveled elsewhere. her blue eyes wandered to where the other goons were located, cheering and roaring at the nearly one-sided fight. one of them, a large man wearing a purple business suit, stood out like a sore thumb. she didn't have to wonder who it was; she could recognize limburger a mile away thanks to throttle's martian mindmeld-was it called the martian mindmeld? he never gave it an official name. she shook her head, focusing her attention back on limburger. he stood in the middle of the others watching the 'show', a large toothy smirk on his large round face. something familiar caught the corner of her eye. when she turned, she saw charley being held tight by greasepit while trying to get out of his strong yet oily grasp. she leaned forward a bit more on the railing to get a better look, and when she did she caught the one called danny tied to one of the pillars. she watched her flailing and squirming while tied up, struggling in vain to free herself.

jet looked back at throttle and vinnie who were still struggling to keep the blue-skinned creatures down. however, they did not look like they were tiring out at all. there was no way they would be able to rescue charley and danny at the rate they were going, and who knew how long it would be before modo would show up.

guess i'm gonna be upgrading from waitress to hero tonight-

"watch yer back tootsie!"

no sooner had jet turned back around that a goon had punched her square in the face. her hands instinctively went to her nose just as he punched her. the sudden impact of the knuckles connecting to her face caused jet to lose her footing and she fell over the railing. she screamed as she fell over and gripped the

idge's edge as tight as she could. she clenched the

idge's edge, her feet dangling while clinging to life. she struggled to keep her grip on the

idge, per palms slippery with sweat and…something else. was it blood? yes, blood that had not yet set on her hands. she felt her grip slipping from the suspended

idge. jet pressed her fingers to try and keep from falling. as she did, she cried out as a booted foot stomped on her hand, grinding itself against her hand and wrist. she glanced up, and saw one of the goons look down at her. he snickered at her, exposing his yellow teeth.

"should've just let me shoot ya, toots," he said. "would've been over for ya a lot sooner, and less painful."

the goon pushed jet's hand off the

idge. the force of the push, combined with the still-fresh blood, caused her to fall. a loud, blood-curdling scream left her mouth as she fell from the

idge, hands clawing vainly in the air as if to grab onto something-anything.

lots of things were flashing through the new yorker's mind as she fell-regret, fear, uncertainty. having traveled to so many places, and seen and survived through so much, she could not believe she was to meet her death in such a cliché and horrific way. not when there was still so much she wanted to do in life, and the things she wanted to get closure on. now the chance for either were never to happen. all because of her curiosity and sense of justice.

jet's thoughts

oke when she fell into what felt like a pair of arms. she opened her eyes and saw the ground below her, now a mere few feet below her rather than several meters. she squinted her eyes. was it her imagination, or did she see the frame of a sleek, classic looking black motorcycle? she slowly turned her head to look up, and saw throttle looking down at her. he

ought a hand to his helmet to deactivate his visor. a frown was on his face as he looked down at her.

"didn't i tell you to get away from here? seriously-what is it with earth women and not listening to me?"