Disclaimer: I do not own Swat Kats; blablabla.
Warning: I will be using "bad" language, so if you are offended by such things, DON'T FLAME ME FOR IT ASSHOLE!
For about five minutes 41 sat their cuffed to the chair listening to the male and female voices arguing, before the door opened and the female entered and slammed the door. The female was a dark brown color with black hair with white streaks in it, and she wore the same clothes as the guards that were in the room before. She grabbed a chair out of the corner and set up a small table in front of 41, and placed a file on the table and just looked at the dragon. 41 looked down at the file and broke the cuffs so he could look through it. The shekat jumped up and reached for her sidearm just as 41 began to rummage through the file, and broke the metal cuffs off of his wrists. 41 could tell she was shocked and put on alert because of his actions, but wasn't about to do anything too rash.
'What is her deal?' 41 thought? 'These things were very flimsy.'
Continuing to rummage through the file 41 began to wish he could understand what the hell this girl wanted from him, as well as the language. In the file were some papers with writing on them and several photos, and 41 separated the photos out and looked at them closer. He noticed the girl staring intently at what he was doing and also that she was beginning to relax a little. He motioned to the chair she set up as a way of asking her to take a seat, and continued to look at the photos. As the girl sat down, 41 pushed the photos toward her and shrugged his shoulders and reached down to break the cuffs off of his ankles. She picked up the photos and looked at them and then back toward 41 and childishly stuck out her tongue.
'What the hell? Does she know about the tonguar? No she couldn't, could she?' 41 thought as he stuck out his tongue as well.
He saw the girl jump at the sight of his long tongue and her tongue snapped straight back into her mouth. 'I knew it was too much to ask for her to know about the tonguar,' 41 thought and slipped his tongue back into his mouth, and on instinct his tongue slid across his vomeronasal organ. The sudden shock of pheromones caused him to jump slightly, and he realized why she had that argument with that male.
"You're in heat," 41 said without thinking, causing the female to jump at the sound of his voice.
41 began to panic along with the female, who was saying things he couldn't understand, but he was sure it was something about the fact that he could talk, but not in her language. In his panic 41 jutted out his tongue and spread it to reveal several nerves flicking about and jammed his tongue against the back of the girl's neck. He held her this way for a few seconds, and then pulled his tongue off of her.
"All right that does it, first your quiet as if you can't talk, then you say something in a strange language I couldn't understand, then you do that weird thing with your tongue and put it on me," the girl said as she drew her sidearm and pointed it at 41.
"I'm sorry, I panicked after I found out you were in heat and you were yelling at me and so I preformed the tonguar, which was the weird thing my tongue did, so I could learn your language," 41 said putting his hands up to try to show her he meant no harm.
The she-kat staring at 41 with a vicious look sternly said, "I don't care about your excus… wait you can talk now?"
"Yes I can, thanks to you, and again I'm sorry. How about we start over I'm fou… Algroth, Algroth Vertom, and you are?"Algroth asked the she-kat?
"I'm Felina Feral, Lieutenant Felina Feral. What were you saying before you said your name?" Felina asked still aiming her sidearm at Algroth?
"Well Mrs. Feral, I was saying forty one. That was my designation before I was sent here," Algroth said with an odd look on his face.
"It's Lieutenant Feral, and I've never been married, and what do you mean by sent here, are you some sort of ambassador, because that would really make mayor Manx really happy?" Felina asked as her arms began to sink a little?
"No I'm actually an exile," Algroth said.
"Exile?" Felina asked? "That doesn't explain the 41 comment."
"Being an exile means you have all records of your existence erased, your name stripped from you to be replaced by a numerical indicator that stands for your place in the exiles numbers, and are sent to a planet whose technology level is suited to how long you are to be gone. In my case, with the last known probes arriving over 800 years ago, I was to never come back," Algroth explained as his face changed to complete lack of emotion.
Felina re-holstered her sidearm and moved her chair next to Algroth to try to comfort him. Algroth tried to push her away but she wouldn't let him.
"She has been in their for an hour, how long does an interrogation take," an impatient and frustrated Ulysses Feral growled to himself in his office.