Hello everyone! New fic time! This is The Calm Before the Storm, the sequel to Drawing the Short Straw.
Megakat City has been unusually calm, and Razor and Felina find themselves thinking of each other from very different places, wishing for something to happen. But be careful what you wish for...
Author's notes: Huzzah! It's time for a new chapter in Razor and Felina's complicated relationship, and how it impacts others. And don't forget about killer ninja robots! Will they ever figure out who sent them?
Thanks to Ulyferal for continuing to be my beta. She makes me look good.
I hope you all enjoy!
AkaneKitty
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The Calm Before the Storm
Be Careful What You Wish For
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Megakat City Grand Hotel's Ballroom
Lieutenant Felina Feral sat at table by herself, staring out the ballroom's large windows.
What was she expecting to see? Dark Kat attacking the city? Perhaps the Turbokat streaking by?
She sighed, smoothing her black strapless cocktail gown. The dinner party hosted by the Deputy Mayor was in full swing and here she was, sitting alone, wishing that Razor was here.
She wondered how he was, considering that Megakat City had been in a peaceful state for a while. She told him not to be a stranger, but he hadn't stopped by as far as she could tell. But then again, even though she had a semi normalized schedule as the Master C3 officer, she was still very busy. Maybe she missed him?
Felina smiled a bit. Yeah, she missed him. And not for his bedroom skills. What was it about that tom that made her wish for something to happen? That night had changed some things about herself, and she wasn't particularly happy about it.
For instance, she had still to turn in that report about the robot attacking her. Why was she hesitating? Was it because she broke numerous Enforcer protocols, or that she didn't want her uncle worrying about something he couldn't act upon? Giving him a report now would spoil the good mood her uncle had been enjoying for the past few weeks. Sure he was still busy, but he actually caught up on his work.
Turning in that report would change all that.
Feeling guilty, Felina turned her attention down to her paws. What was that saying about idle paws? Maybe she should do her own investigation about the robot and then turn in her report. At least it would give her uncle much more to work with.
And as for Gunny...
"Felina!"
Felina snapped out of her thoughts as Callie walked up to her table, looking great in a deep purple gown. She gently placed a paw on Felina's shoulder.
"Hey, you looked like you were deep in thought."
"Yeah"
Callie smirked. "Thinking about the tom you have yet to tell me about?"
Felina chuckled, feeling her mood lighten. No sense in hiding that from her friend. "I was."
"Are you going to at least give me some clue about your mysterious tom?" Callie sat down in a chair across from Felina. "You owe me! I bolstered your confidence, remember?"
"All right, all right. I can at least do that."
"Spill it!"
"Okay. He's..." Felina thought for a moment before coming up with a clue that could describe anyone. "...a martial artist."
Callie blinked. "Martial artist?"
"Mmm, hmm."
"Felina, you're an Enforcer! You would know tons of martial artists!"
Once again, Felina couldn't help herself. "Bingo."
Callie made some angry noises, so Felina knew she had distracted her friend for now. She directed her attention to the glint of light coming from her friend's right paw. "I see Uncle got you a new ring."
"You think anyone's noticed it?" Stopping her grumblings, Callie held up her paw to admire it. It was a pretty emerald. "I'd hate to out our relationship before we're both ready, but I couldn't wait to wear it!"
"It'll probably be in the gossip rags tomorrow but that's nothing new."
"True." Callie softly smiled. "I think this was a makeup gift of sorts."
"Not makeup sex?" Felina smirked. "That's the best kind, you know."
Callie blushed. "Yeah, yeah."
"So," Felina's voice took on a teasing tone, "When are you going to get a ring for the left paw?"
Callie's blush deepened. "W-We're not that serious, Felina!"
"Aww...But you would make a great Auntie!"
Still blushing Callie hurried away, recovering quickly enough to greet some new guests. Chuckling, Felina stood up, remembering she would have to be a positive representative for the Enforcers. Which meant she would have to mingle.
She hoped no one would ask how she carried her gun while wearing this type of dress.
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The Boss could feel the frostiness radiating from his sister.
Riding in his limo, the Boss shifted uncomfortably in his seat as his sister sat across from him, her head turned so she could look out the window. He sighed. He knew why she was so upset with him and hoped the surprise waiting at the dinner party would change her mood. He cleared his throat.
"Mimi..."
"Don't you dare call me that after what you did to my request!"
"I had to! No sister of mine will do any kind of killing! That's grunt work!"
"At least I would be helping the Syndicate! I was trained to do that, remember?"
"You were trained to lots of things, Mimi! And your condition..."
"Don't lecture me about my condition! I live with it! I know it!" Mimi turned her head to look at her brother, her blue eyes blazing. "Let me help the Syndicate!"
"In other respectable ways benefiting the Boss' sister."
"Nyk!"
The Boss heard her nyk, but he let it slide. He couldn't be mad at his sister, even if she had a tendency to nyk at him when she was upset.
Nyks from other Siamese were not tolerated.
After a moment of icy silence, Mimi spoke again. "So what is this dinner party you're taking me to?"
"It's something the mayor's office arranged. It's for my 'legitimate' job."
"Sounds boring."
"Maybe. Maybe not."
Mimi looked puzzled as the limo lurched to a stop. The Boss waited until his door opened then stepped out, extending his paw back for his sister.
As she exited she shed her icy persona to become a demure young lady, looking radiant in a simple fitted sapphire blue gown that highlighted her eyes. The Boss chuckled. Leave it to Mimi to know exactly how she should act in public.
Taking his offered arm, Mimi allowed herself to be guided into the hotel, smiling pleasantly whenever her brother stopped to chat with someone. Finally they reached the ballroom, where the Boss paused just inside the entrance. Mimi waited as he scanned the crowd.
"Who are you looking for?"
The Boss smiled as he inclined his head toward the center of the ballroom. "Her."
Lieutenant Felina Feral looked great on the Doc's screens. But in the fur she looked amazing.
The short, black, and fitted cocktail dress she wore showed off her ample curves, as well as her athletic body. As she chatted with a group of she-kats, the Boss could feel her confidence roll off her. While the Deputy Mayor was lovely, the Lieutenant was smoldering.
Feeling uncharacteristically weak in the knees, the Boss reminded himself to drop more money into Doc's research and development accounts.
Mimi grasped her brother's arm tighter. "Is that..."
"Surprise Naomi."
"Lieutenant Felina Feral!" Naomi whispered, still clutching her brother's arm. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"And ruin the surprise?" The Boss chuckled. "Come now. We'll make our circuit, and then we'll see if we can get an introduction."
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Sports City Bar
Jake Clawson was annoyed.
Not at his meal of fishburger and fries nor the beer he was drinking and not even the game he was trying to watch in the bar he was sitting in.
It was the giggling and cooing to his left that made him burn with irritation.
He sighed. As there weren't any megavillians to go after in the past few weeks to break the monotony, it left him and his soon to be ex-friend Chance Furlong with tons of free time.
Jake used the majority of the time to do research, develop, and modify his tools. And maybe do an occasional patrol. His "friend" however used most of his free time to be with the she-kat that was giggling in his friend's ear right now.
He wasn't jealous of Chance. He was happy he found someone. But for his girlfriend to show up to a place his buddy dragged him to in order to 'wind down' was very suspicious.
Jake started playing with his food. He wished he had taken up Felina's offer to not be a stranger. But every time he gathered his courage, something with Chance, the Turbokat, or the Cyclotron came up.
He sighed. Wasn't he just using them as excuses?
He was beginning to really miss the lovely Master C3 officer. Not for the sex, just for her company, how they had connected over gun fights and explosions and, more than ever, although he loved being Razor, he was beginning to hate that he had to be a SWAT Kat in order to see her.
Because there was no way she would fall for a grease jockey like former Enforcer Jake Clawson.
"Jake!" Chance punched his buddy with one paw as his other was wrapped around his girlfriend. "Did you see that shot?"
"It was great!" Chance's girlfriend, Nikki or Nichole...Jake couldn't remember which, giggled.
"It was fantastic." Jake said dully.
"Hey," Chance finished eating the french fries stuffed into his mouth. "Nichole said she has friend that she can hook you up with. Maybe we can double date later."
"Really?" His voice dripped with disinterest.
Normally Jake would jump all over that, but with the way he was feeling it wouldn't be fair to Nichole's friend. He also wasn't being a good friend to Chance right now.
Razor needed to take a ride to clear his head.
Pushing away his plate, Jake stood up and dropped some money onto the bar. Reaching for the truck keys, he glanced back at Chance and smiled.
"You can get a ride back, right? I need to take care of some things back at the garage."
"I can get a ride with Nichole, but, are you okay buddy?" Concern etched into Chance's face. "You're looking..."
"I'll be fine." Jake patted his friend on the shoulder and nodded to Nichole. "Nice meeting you Nichole."
Jake turned on his heel and walked away, heading out of the bar. Chance could only look on in concern. Ever since that night when he'd sprung that short straw on Jake, it seemed like his buddy had changed.
Did something happen that night? If so, why wasn't his friend saying anything? Or maybe he was too wrapped up in Nichole to notice?
Sighing inwardly, Chance allowed himself to be nuzzled by Nichole, a cold chill running through him when another thought surfaced.
Maybe, just maybe, their friendship was changing.