It took me a while due to having no internet at home and typing slow, here is the first chapter in the first story of the Great Garfield Garlands series.

Chapter 1

It was nighttime in the big city of Anthropolis, the city known for having the biggest population of anthropomorphic animals living amongst humans. With the noise of running cars and bright lights from car headlights, traffic lights, or building signs, it was normal, or to people truly accustomed to the city life, peaceful.

That is, if you're far away from the city bank.

*BANG! BANG! BANG!*

The sounds of gunshots and police sirens filled the air as the police squad inside the bank tried tho apprehend the criminal gang and are struggling to do so. Outside the bank in one of the safe zones for any passing civilians, a female feline news reporter along with a canine cameraman was on-air describing the situation to the anchors.

"This is Sidney Blackstripe reporting for Channel 9 News." The light-brown furred and (as her name implies) black-striped cat started, a bit shaken at the action behind her. "I'm at Anthropolis City Bank where police are trying to apprehend the infamous criminal ring, the SharpSuits. However they are in a serious bind when the criminal gang held some citizens and bank employees hostage and even strapped bombs on them. Officers are trying their best, but it seems like a tough battle for them."

Meanwhile, inside the bank lobby was complete chaos. The Police Squad and SharpSuits, both groups mixed with humans and animals, were battling it out for control of the building. Most of the tuxedo-wearing criminals took cover and started shooting at the officers, others were making sure that the hostages don't get rescued and shot down any cop who dared to try. However a small group was attempting to break into the main safe.

The boss of the group, who was a human, and his right hand man, who was ironically a black cat, was a part of that group and had just finished setting up a device on the vault and was now taking cover.

"Charges are set Boss," the Right-Hand reported. "Just waiting for your signal."

"Good." The Boss replied gruffly, then turned to the rest of his henchmen/animals and shouted, "STAY SHARP, SUITS!"

The rest of the gang instantly stopped shooting and braced themselves. The officers also stopped and looked at each other in confusion.

"Sir, what's going on?" a human officer asked the squad captain beside him.

The Captain, a bulldog, narrowed his eyes at the Suits. "I don't know," he replied. "But I've got a bad feeling about this."

The Boss smirked and nodded to Right-Hand, who then pushed the button on the detonator.

*BOOM!*

A blooming fireball exploded behind the SharpSuits' blockade, shaking the entire foundation of the bank. The officers whom were unprepared, was knocked off their feet by the force of the explosion, which could even be heard from outside.

Sidney and the cameraman (or dog) also stumbled as the aftershocks could be felt throughout the entire block. "Holy crap!" the dog shouted. "Was that a bomb?!"

"Get a hold of yourself Cam!" Sidney snapped. "We're still on the air!"

"I know, but shouldn't we get out of here?" Cam suggested. "If a bomb goes off then it's really serious!"

The feline reporter had a devious smile on her face. "Oh it's serious all right," she said. "A serious pay raise for us! Come on we gotta get closer!" she then grabbed Cam by the shirt collar and dragged him out of the safety zone.

"WHAT!? Are you nuts Sid?!" Cam was sweating bullets as he protested against this action, trying (and failing) to escape from Sidney's grip as he held on to the camera for dear life.

Inside, while the police was stunned, the Suits quickly started hording the bags of money and gold bars out of the vault and into their vans in the back.

Right-Hand snickered in glee. "We almost got half the vault loaded Boss," the cat reported. "But if those Cops get up, it'll slow down the process, and we need more time to re-plan our escape route since they have us boxed in."

"Is that so?" the Boss replied with a sinister grin. "Time for Plan B then."

The police squad got up on their feet, a bit dazed from the explosion. The Captain growled at the criminal scum before his team. "So that's how you wanna play?" he shouted before he turned to the other officers. "Then we'll do this the hard way! OPEN FIRE!"

The Boss quickly stood up from his spot revealing himself. "DON'T MOVE OR THE HOSTAGES DIE!" he shouted. To emphasize his point, he raised a fist which had the detonator for all to see. The officers froze for a second, then slowly lowered their weapons, now worried for the captured citizens.

"Heh heh heh, now that's more like it." The Boss snickered, walking from behind the barricade and towards the center of the lobby. He revealed to be a tall, lean muscled man wearing a black tuxedo like his crewmates, the only difference being that his suit has red lapels.

"Now, you have one of two choices," he continued. "You let us go with the loot and no one gets hurt. Or everyone gets hurt and we go with the loot anyway!"

"Dammit!" the Captain cursed to himself. "Now we really got our hands tied!"

The Boss now started cackling. "So I really got you in a bind huh?" His grin widened even more. "Well let me make it a lot harder for you then. You have five seconds to decide."

Goddammit! The Captain thought angrily. Someone, anyone, please help us!

Then, as if his prayers were answered, a voice out of nowhere calls out.

"FIVE!"

A freezing cold wind blew in the room, targeting the group of Suits near the hostages and left them frozen. No seriously, they were literally frozen in a block of ice.

Everyone's eyes widened in shock at the spectacle. "How did that happen?" the Captain asked as everyone looked around frantically.

The voice continued.

"FOUR!"

Pink energy bolts rained down upon the criminals seemingly out of nowhere, forcing them to take cover. Shouts were heard as the Suits comically evaded them and the police looked on in awe with a few chuckles escaping them despite the confusion. The blasts continued on for about ten seconds until they stopped.

The Boss didn't know what was going on, but he was mad now. "Get up you cowards!" he oared, scrambling up on his feet, dragging Right-Hand up with him. "Shoot at the ceiling!"

But before they could take aim…

"THREE!"

A grayish- white blur rushed past the frozen Suits and towards the hostages. Two seconds later, their bindings were cut and the bombs dropped on the floor.

Right-Hand was shocked as he now saw the civilians scrambling to get away from the explosives, and the frozen thugs just in case. "Boss, the hostages are free!" he yelled.

The Boss' head whipped around to stare at him in disbelief. "WHAT!?"

"TWO!"

A light blue energy bolt came down at the center of the lobby forming a shockwave upon impact, knocking down the criminals but somehow not harming the officers or hostages, who was in awe of the energy washing around them until it dissipated.

"What the hell is going on here?!" Right-Hand screamed in fear, completely scared out of and beyond his wits.

"I don't know," the Boss growled, "BUT I'M ENDING THIS!" He raised his fist once more, his thumb now poised over the detonator's button ready to press it…

"ONE!"

… Only for a bullet to be aimed and shot at his hand, causing him to toss the detonator in the air. An orange figure jumped down from the ceiling and landed at the middle of the standoff. As the device fell towards him, he easily caught it with one hand.

"Zero." The newcomer finished coolly.

Upon hearing his voice, everyone in the room recognized it as the one who was counting down from earlier. The police squad, hostages, and SharpSuits' eyes widened, some with hope, some with fear, as they gazed at the hero before them.

Standing at least five feet tall, his bright orange fur with jet black stripes didn't go unnoticed. He wore black combat boots, dark brown pants, a dark green muscle shirt, and a gun holster with two Desert Eagles attached. But what really stood out was his physique. His enormous, bulging muscles made the shirt look ready to burst at the seams should he flex. With his presence alone, there was no doubt that this (literal) cat means business.

"Holy shit!" an officer whispered excitedly to his partner. "He's here! He's actually here to save us!"

"And if he didn't do all that flashy stuff," the partner added. "then he's not alone either!"

Whispers and mutters also escaped the Suits.

"W-whoa! Is that him?"

"Goddamn, he's ripped!"

"Oh God, we're screwed!"

"Screwed? Dead is the word you're looking for man!"

The Boss however, angrily got to his feet (again), dragging Right-Hand up with him (again), scowling at the cat before him and his crew. "What the hell are you doing pulling this… this circus act on my men!" he demanded, his face turning red.

The cat chuckled. "Stopping you of course, with style." He replied with a smirk. "I decided to put on a show for you all, since you haven't dealt with the likes of me before."

Right-Hand, being a cat himself, already knew who this orange hero is. "Uh B-boss," he stuttered. "I don't think we wanna m-mess with him."

"And why the hell not?!" he spat back.

"Oh I'll tell you why." Replied the cat. "Because he knows who I am. And just in case you don't, then allow me to introduce myself." His face turned serious as he continued. "And what you're about to deal with." Holding out his fist for the villains to see, he then then crushed the detonator in his bare hand letting the broken pieces drop to the floor, eliciting some gasps among them.

"I'm known as the Great Garfield Garlands. And this gentlemen…"

Quick as a whip he pulled out his guns from their holsters, twirled them with him fingers, and pointed them at the Boss and Right-Hand.

"…is the end of the line and your lives crime rats!"

So what do ya think? Pretty good if I do say so myself. But, this is only just the beginning for this epic tale. So until then: readers can holla back, reviewers can review, and flamers can f*** off!