A/N: Swat Kats fanfiction. I feel bad that Feral doesn't get enough attention. He's kind of a hardass, yes, but he's doing what he thinks is right. Give him a break! I have a lot of respect for the kat. I also might or might not have a thing for older guys. Don't judge me.
Midnight, the quiet hour. Even the janitor has gone home. Paperwork was never my strong suite, but it is a necessity. It keeps me and every other Enforcer in line. I just wish it didn't keep me here so damn late. I don't even know how Johnson managed to shoot himself in the foot. Damn accident report...
My kingdom for a steak and a beautiful woman.
I lay down the last bit of work and grab my jacket, ready for the front door. The light in my office is the last to go off. Even in the darkened hallway, I know which way to go. I make my way right, the faint glow of the vending machine in the next hall guiding me.
Before I turn the corner I hear the vending machine crash to the floor, along with several high pitched screeches cheer in unison. I put my back to the wall, knowing where there's Creeplings, Dark Kat isn't far behind. I peer around the corner. Three pink blurs are opening bags like they've never seen trans-fats before.
Even with my standard-issue phaser locked up for the night, I am not unprepared. Phasers are clumsy and prone to backfire. As I pull my grandfather's revolver out of the holster, the weight feels good in my hands.
I slowly maneuver around the corner, just enough to get a shot. Simple muscle-memory gets me two head shots, but the third escapes down the hall. I run after it, intent on getting it before it gets to it's master. I turn the corner and stop dead in my tracks as the Creepling scurries up Dark Kat's frame and perches on his shoulder.
Shit.
I grit my teeth. A normal man would wet himself but Commander Feral can only see the task at hand-putting Dark Kat down. I don't care why he's here, he wouldn't tell me if I asked. Moving to instinct is the only way to survive, but I can't forget my morals. I tuck my gun into jacket holster-I am an Enforcer, not an executioner.
We lunge at the same time. We grapple in the center of the hall, and Dark Kat grins as he begins pushing me back. He's stronger than me, but that wont cut it. I turn my body and flip him onto the ground, snapping the Creeplings neck in the process. I fall too as he grabs my collar. He knows there is a difference in strength, but again I outwit him as I wrap my legs around his arm and pull him into an arm bar. He'll either surrender or will become left handed for a few months.
He pushes up with his free hand by sheer force of will, and I get thrown across the hall into the wall. I beat him to my feet and rush him, tackling him against the opposite wall. I reach for my cuffs, but he's not beaten yet.
With great effort, he pushes me back, and I get knocked down. As I jump to my feet my eyes go wide-he has made his mistake. He turns his back on me, trying to escape. I rush him again and leap on his back, my arms coiling around his neck. He struggles, but he knows he's done. I don't let go until he's passed out. Today, I have won.
As I get to my feet I bask, not in glory but pride in my job, protecting this city.