"One week has past since the sinking of the Iron Vulture and still no one has any clues to where this thing will strike next!" Captain Hotspur frowned looking over his report. Shere Khan was growing more angrier by the minute, he wanted answers, and he wanted them now.

What ever sunk the Iron Vulture and one of his cargo ships, had to be something big. Something huge. And now here he was; faced with a question with no answers.

Later that same day twenty miles away from Cape Suzette a cargo ship that belonged to Shere Khan was heading for home. The crew of the ship were having lunch when the sea started to glow brightly. One of the crew looked at the light. "What the hell is going on here?" he asked another sailor.

"I don't know, but I'm getting off this ship." yelled the sailor.

Just then blue fire burst from the water and struck the ship. In a few seconds the ship burst into flames. Crew members scrambled to the life boats, but the fires were spreading to quickly. Many were burned alive, but a few manged to jump over board in hope of saving their lives. As the fires raged, one crew member rushed to the radio room and sent out an S.O.S in hopes of getting some help.

Soon the cargo ship turned over on its side and disappeared under the waves.

Two hours later...

When Khan Industries had picked up the distress call from the ship, Captain Hotspur felt that he should be the one to deliver the news. The captain walked in very calmly as if nothing was wrong, but Shere Khan was already digging his claws into his desk, as he waited to hear the report.

"Sir, another cargo ship has been sunk," Hotspur gulped.

"What do you mean that another one of my cargo freighters has been sunk?" Khan shouted, slamming his fists down on his desk hard. Captain Hotspur took a step back and tried to remain calm. Never in his twenty years of service had he seen Mr. Khan exploded in such a manner.

"We're still getting the reports in, sir," Hotspur choked. "But from what he received so far was that the ship was on route back to Cape Suzette when the sea burst into flames and then it sunk. We still are searching the area for any survivors."

Shere Khan began to wonder if what Karnage saw was really real. But an old legend popped into his head-one he had not though of since he was a child. "When the sea burns hot, the demon of the sea will come to back to land and destroy all that is in its path," he said aloud.

Hotspur had no idea what Shere Khan was talking about. "I beg your pardon?" he asked, but the old tiger said nothing. But with a smile now replacing his frown, Shere Khan picked up his phone and dialed. He waited a minute, then...

"Hello, is this Myra Foxworthy? ... Yes, I am Mr. Khan...No! I am looking forward to funding your work, but would you be willing to look at some tablets for me?...Yes, tablets from the Ti-Jan tribe...Yes, the ones that are about the Demon of the sea...Say over dinner at my place?...See you soon." Shere Khan hung-up and looked at Hotspur.

"Send a plane to pick up Myra Foxworthy," he said, and the captain nodded.

When Myra landed at Cape Suzette, Shere Khan was already waiting for by his limo. She walked up and shook hands with him. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Khan. I'm Myra Foxworthy, Aridia's State Archaeologist and Minister of Culture."

Shere Khan smiled at the lovely brunette vixen. "Pleasure," he said, giving her hand a gentle kiss. Myra blushed. It was kind of romantic for him to act this way, but Shere Khan wasn't one for just shaking hands with women, he also one for making a good impression on them.

"You said you had some tablets for me to look at," Myra smiled as she and Mr. Khan got into the limo. "Because the Demon of the sea is a very important part of the history of the Ti-Jan tribe. Also, it is something I grew up on, so I should be able to translate it for you."

Shere Khan smiled. He was very eager to learn about the Demon of the sea. But...that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy some alone time with Myra, after all she was a rather attractive vixen. Slim, but firm body, well combed hair, and a nice breast size.

When the limo came to a stop outside Khan Industries, Myra stepped out and looked in awe at the size of the building Mr. Khan ran. "Miss Foxworthy, would you be so kind as to follow me?" Shere Khan asked, offering her his arm to lean on. Myra put her arm around his and the two of them walked inside.

The inside of the building was even grander then the outside. The vixen looked around at all the many rare thing Shere Khan had collected over his years, but he no doubt stole a great many of them. There were also a great deal of military personnel in the building.

Shere Khan looked down at Myra and saw her puzzled look. "Is there something wrong, my dear?" he asked.

Myra shook her head. "No," she lied.

A few minutes later, Myra found herself in the office penthouse of Shere Khan. His office penthouse was a sight to behold. A sight that dumbfounded Myra as she looked around at Mr. Khan's privet collections of painting to stone tablets. Shere Khan then led the vixen over to the tablet he wanted translated.

Myra looked at the tablet with excitement. Placing a gentle hand on the tablet, she began the process of translating it. Mr. Khan watched her do her job, but felt like she could use a drink, so he opened a bottle of champagne. "Would you like a drink, Myra?" he asked, holding out a slender glass that was filled with champagne.

"Thank you," she said, unaware that this was just one Khan's ways of getting what he wanted. After a few drinks, Myra had finished the translation of the tablet, but she was also feeling really light headed. Shere Khan smiled as he approached her from behind. His big hands began to run up and down her back, this caused Myra to let out a soft moan.

"Would you care to sit down?" Shere Khan asked, helping Myra into the bedroom. Being unable to reply, she soon saw that Mr. Khan was unbuttoning her shirt.

And before one could count down from ten, both Myra and Shere Khan were already engaging in a number of sexual acts. Khan was both powerful and gentle with his lovemaking to Myra. The lovely vixen had no idea she could feel such pleasure from a guy who was in his mid-fifties. She moaned, screamed and beg Shere Khan to release himself, so she could feel his true power. Then with a loud roar, Shere Khan reached his climax.

Myra fell asleep in the arms of Shere Khan, unsure if she had given herself willingly or had been taken against her will by the tiger. But at the moment, she didn't care, she just wanted to sleep in his big bed and dream of happy things that would come her way. But as for Shere Khan, he stayed awake. Planing to use his new weapon on the Demon of the sea that was found out to be...Godzilla.

The next morning, Shere Khan entered one of the many labs that belonged to his science division. There were all sorts of things going on in the labs. Medical breakthroughs, advance methods for travel, and of course the weapon division.

A lone weapon designer was busy putting on the final touches to the new battle bot, when suddenly a dark shadow loomed over him. Turning around quickly, he saw that it was his employer. "Mr. Khan, I was just finishing up on the battle bot you wanted." he said.

Shere Khan smiled. "Good. Give it the name, Jet-Jaguar."

"Will do, sir." the weapon designer nodded.

Turning to leave, Shere Khan suddenly stopped in his tracks. At first he thought it was just a slight tremor coming from all the equipment in the labs, but then he realized that something was was moving under the building.

"Earthquake!" shouted a lab worker, but Shere Khan knew what it was. "Evacuate the building now!" he shouted, as the walls began to crumble and the windows shattered into many pieces. After the rumbling stopped, the workers did a check on the building personnel.

"Six wounded. Two dead. And over a million dollars in damage," a worker told Mr. Khan, who was now beyond mad.

"Is Jet-Jaguar still intact?" he asked, trying to keep in anger hidden.

"Yes, sir."

"Then be ready to deploy him at once." Shere Khan looked around at his great city. He had put so much money into it to build it, that there was no way he was going to let Godzilla destroy it. It was time to call in the army.