would be fine if they were on Deimos and no war, and especially no Martians chasing after them. Kamyra's expression darkened as she considered that a Martian cruiser had followed them. She hoped he'd lost her trail. The last thing she wanted was for the war to spread to this planet.
Thorr had noticed her darkening mood and asked: "What's going on? Are you thinking about the cruiser?" Kamyra was always amazed at how easy it was for him to guess her thoughts. They had just known each other too long, actually she had known Thorr as long as she could remember. He too was one of the twelve, just like herself.They had survived the apprenticeship and the hard tests together and they fought side by side in this senseless war. Kamyra gave him a smile. "Yes. I hope he has lost our track." Thorr nodded thoughtfully, then looked at her searchingly. “That's not all, is it?” Kamyra was silent. Did he know more than she did again? She searched through all of her disordered thoughts and finally came across one that she had not yet fully grasped.
"The three Martians," she said flatly. "Do you think they could be part of the cruiser's crew?" Thorr wanted to know. Kamyra shrugged. "I don't know, but we'll find out." With that she headed for one of the finished huts in which they had stored the motorcycles. Thorr had followed her half running and asked, "Where are you going?" When Kamyra started one of the machines. "Into the city.", She replied, put on her helmet and accelerated."Charly? What are you staring at?" Christine's voice tore Charly out of her thoughts and she turned to her friend with a tired smile. "Nothing," she said softly. Christine frowned worriedly, where was the noisy power woman for whom Charly was so known here? "Are you okay?", She wanted to know and put her arm around the shoulders of the other woman. Charly looked at her smiling. "Yeah, I'm just tired." And my back burns like fire
Modo, who had been sitting brooding in his corner the whole time, suddenly jumped up so that his chair tilted backwards. At the same time, Charly collapsed again so that Christine couldn't get hold of her. Vinnie was immediately with the two women and picked up Charly from the floor, Rico had also jumped up and was now looking questioningly at Modo. Meanwhile, Vinnie took Charly to a sofa that had been bumbling in the workshop for ages and carefully laid the trembling woman down on it.Christine brought a blanket and carefully wrapped her friend up. Then she grabbed her cell phone and called an ambulance.
"I knew I'd seen this kind of arrow somewhere before." Modo growled darkly. Rico was still waiting for a more detailed explanation when Vinnie finally asked impatiently: "Now spit it out! What's wrong with her?" Modo looked over to the sofa and his eye began to glow. “This arrow came from a deimon's quiver and was definitely poisoned.” The other two mice exchanged a look. "Deimos? Sure? What are they supposed to want on earth?", Rico thought aloud rather than waiting for an answer.
Vinnie chuckled: "No wonder they crashed when Deimonen were behind the wheel." For that he earned a withering look from Modo's red-hot eye. Rico fended off the looming argument by asking: "Are you sure? How do you know?" Modo lifted the arrow and showed him a sign that was finely engraved in the shaft."I spent a year on Deimos when I was quite young. This is the sign of the twelve, the best fighters Deimos has."
Vinnie made a scornful sound. "If you are really that good, why do you poison your arrows so insidiously?" He asked aloud, pointing to Charly. Outside, the ambulance siren sounded and the three of them put on their helmets so the paramedics couldn't see their ears. After that everything happened very quickly. The men came in, immediately put Charly on a stretcher and gave her infusions, then they put her in the white and red car and drove away with a noise. Christine was allowed to go, the three mice stayed behind.
"And now?" Vinnie asked with a slightly annoyed undertone in the usually so frivolous voice. "We have to find the Deimons.", Modo replied almost as if half asleep. Rico looked up at the much larger mouse. "So?"He just did. Modo nodded and went to his shiny chrome machine without saying a word.
Less than a minute later they passed the streets of Chicago, which were slowly filling with life again. They drove slowly, always aiming to get out of town and out to the wreck. On the way through a smaller side street they suddenly met another motorcyclist. Actually nothing unusual, but Rico got on the brakes immediately and watched the other man. The other two inevitably stopped and turned their heads after the stranger. "What is it?" Vinnie wanted to know when Rico had already turned. "That was a Martian bike," he replied and took up the chase. The other two couldn't be asked for long and rushed behind them.
The four bikers chased through the city at a murderous pace, because the pursued man had long since made up his mind to escape his hunters. He took refuge in the increasing traffic of the city and meandered between the cars along the main street.Then the railway became three lanes and the traffic that was still light was lost. The three Martians slowly caught up, because the stranger in front of them didn't seem to dare to drive any faster.
"There is a crack in the road ahead! He should brake slowly!", Modo called to the other two. "Then we should catch him!" Vinnie replied, turning the throttle fully open. His fiery red motorcycle accelerated again and he caught up with the other motorcyclist. He tried to draw the other's attention to the approaching crack with shouts and hand signals, but he didn't react. "Vinnie! Stop! Brake!", Rico shouted from behind and then Vinnie's buddies fell back very quickly. So he finally slowed down as well.
But the stranger sped on with undiminished speed. "That can't go well.", Rico growled, that reached the other motorcyclist in the crack. The front wheel jumped up slightly when it passed the strongly offset lane, but when it touched down the rear tire was just sliding over it.The apparently inexperienced driver lost his balance and the motorcycle began to lurch. He slowed down in shock, which only increased the lurching and finally knocked the big machine over. Hitting sparks, it slid across the street and hit the concrete wall that bordered it. The driver slid behind at some distance and, luckily, came to a few centimeters from the wall.
The three Martians now also passed the crack and Modo grumbled: “The city should finally mend this.” Vinnie and Rico had already jumped off and the two of them carefully removed the injured person's helmet. Both jaws dropped when they discovered what the pitch-black helmets had hidden. "Deimone," Vinnie whispered while all three looked down at the woman, whose black fur glistened in the sunshine. Suddenly her eyelids began to flutter and a low, painful moan escaped her lips.Then she opened two emerald green eyes and regarded the three bystanders calmly, but still suspiciously.
"Stay in bed. We don't know if you are injured.", Rico talked to her. The Deimoness closed her eyes and an expression of deep rapture came on her face, as if she was listening to herself. The three mice exchanged a look. Shortly afterwards, the stranger's green eyes flicked open again and she starts to get up. Rico held her back with gentle force. "Lie there," he said in a friendly tone, but she pushed his hands away wildly. "Felnae mey nos carne, Nigrida!" She hissed.
Rico withdrew his hands immediately and stood up uncertainly. The woman on the floor sat up and swayed slightly, clutching her head with her hand. To the surprise of his friends, Modo said in the language of strangers: "Noy tasterne nos tey soyo. Calne tey segro?" The Deimon's green eyes fixed their appraisal on the Martian, and finally she said: "It's okay, nothing has happened to me."To confirm, she got up and dusted off her clothes. The side of the body on which she had measured the road had long, bloody scratches on, which she looked at appraisingly and apparently finally declared safe.
"Where did you get the bike from?" Asked Rico and pointed to the motorcycle, which was badly damaged and hung diagonally on the boundary wall. The Deimon woman took no notice of him and instead turned to Modo: "How do you know our language, Nigrida ?" Modo made no move to answer her, but asked in turn: "The bike. Where did you you made it? "But the Deimonin pretended to be stubborn. Then Vinnie grabbed her strong arms and held them together on her back. He almost couldn't hold her tight, she struggled so vehemently. "Bastardo!" She finally hissed.
Vinnie handcuffed her shiny green and only grabbed one arm.Where did such a delicate woman get such upper arms from? In addition, the right one seemed to be stronger than the left. Rico put her helmet back on and put her behind Vinnie on his motorcycle. The four of them drove a bit back into town, then Rico turned to find a way to pick the other bike off the wall.
Back in Charly's workshop, Vinnie threw the Deimonin like a tied package onto the sofa on which Charly had previously been lying. He took off her helmet and in the process tore her elastic, so that her blue-black hair spilled over her shoulders. She gave Vinnie a hateful look and berated him with everything her mother tongue could do. Vinnie ignored her and grabbed the phone to call the hospital.
Modo took a chair, turned it to her "guest" and sat upside down on it. With his arms crossed on the backrest, his eye studied the Deimonin until she angrily: "Caiy saie?"asked." What's your name? ", Modo asked a counter-question. The Deimon seemed to consider what to do. Modo continued calmly:" Your nickname is enough for me. "She looked at him puzzled. What else did he know?" Kamyra, "she said finally darkly." Daughter of the night. ", Modo mumbled the meaning of the name