THE SECRET LIFE OF AN ENFORCER COMMANDER
Chapter 4: A Possible Plan
Turmoil escaped from prison today and vanished completely. Though a thorough search was initiated there were no traces of how or who had helped her. I resigned myself to waiting for her to make a grand appearance soon but was surprised that nothing happened for weeks. Her disappearance was overshadowed by yet another escape, this time it was Hard Drive. He too was mysteriously aided and then disappeared.
By now I was becoming suspicious that these escapes were connected somehow, but still could not find the link and time was passing with no trace of either omega.
Barely two weeks later, an alarm went out from Pumadyne, of course it's the perfect target. You'd think they'd find a way to fix their constant security problems. Anyway, I rushed over there with a squad of enforcer choppers. We arrived in time to chase after Chop Shop as he made off with a new prototype flying tank. Though huge and unwieldy, he still managed to out maneuver us and using the new weapons systems on board, he wiped the sky of choppers. I was about to call up more back up when the SWAT Kats showed up.
"Hey Feral, need a little help" he quipped.
I snarled in the radio at him to back off but as usual, he ignored me and I had to watch in annoyance as he engaged the creep in a dog fight.
After trading blows back an forth for a few minutes, Razor rather handily knocked the behemoth from the sky where it splatted down and trashed a huge section of roadway. T-Bone waggled the wings of the turbo cat at me then, as typical, flew off leaving me another mess to clean up.
It wasn't till later that I discovered another crime had been committed while all of us were dealing with Chop Shop. It was while I was viewing the damage my Sergeant rushed up to me.
"Commander, I am afraid something else happened while we were chasing Chop Shop's tail. Someone else stole the plans for that prototype. I suspect it was Hard Drive." he stated glumly.
"Crud, what is going on here. These two have never worked together before" I fumed.
"Sir, are you sure they were working together or did one take advantage of the other?" the Sergeant ventured.
"No, it's a little too convenient for the both of them to be stealing at the same time. One the plans the other the prototype. No something is going on and we have to find out quickly." I was worried that something big was going down that threatened all our lives.
I was even more certain of it when a report from Alkatraz Prison notified us of Dr Viper's escape a few weeks later. I had several of my special ops digging in the criminal underground to all their contacts trying to get a handle on what I was certain was a conspiracy among the omegas. But they were coming up empty. I was so concerned that I actually brought the subject up during my regular visits by T-Bone.
At least twice monthly, T-Bone secretly enters my apartment around midnight to lay with me. This night was no exception and as I lay sated and relaxed, I stopped him from departing.
"T-Bone please stay a moment" I quietly asked. He and I got along so easily that I sometimes tended to forget his vigilante status. We still kept our emotional distance though it seemed that that was beginning to change.
"What's up?" looking concerned as he reseated himself next to me on the bed.
"You've heard about the various escapes of Turmoil, Dr. Viper, and Hard Drive and of course you were there when Chop Shop caused trouble right?" I eyed him closely.
"Yeah we've been monitoring your channels. Razor and I have been trying to find them when we go out on patrol but they seemed to have gone to ground rather thoroughly. Only Chop Shop seems to have popped up. We think something big is going down" T-Bone echoed my concern.
"Well, unfortunately, Hard Drive showed up too and stole the prototypes plans and I'm afraid I agree with you that something very bad is coming down. Unfortunately, none of my spies have been able to ferret out what's going on. What is unusual is that all their weasels have become very closed mouthed."
"Okay that definitely isn't good" he sighed "All we can do is wait and see and be as prepared as we can be. Razor is even now developing some new weapons hoping to counteract anything they come up with." He paused and looked at me appraisingly.
"What?" I said, puzzled by the look on his face.
"Razor and I believe it may take all of us working together to defeat what seems to be a major offensive by the omegas. To that end, we feel you should be training to fine tune your energy into a directed weapon instead of a defensive spray of power that takes out everything rather than your specific target. If you are willing, I could take you out away from prying eyes and help you experiment safely. Want to give it a go?" he asked seriously.
I stared at him in surprise. To tell the truth, I hadn't even thought of fine tuning my power so that I might have some control over it as a weapon. His idea had a lot of merit and considering the probable danger facing us, one I could not ignore.
"You're right. It's not something I even considered but now that you brought it up, I think we should do this soon. How about we go out about 7pm each evening and most of the weekends if we both can manage it?" I suggested.
"Okay" he nodded "I think it best if we meet at Megakat Park then head out on my cyclotron for the desert. Agreed?" he asked as he got up to leave.
"Agreed!" I said decisively. I couldn't resist looking at his fine backside as he dressed and, giving me a kiss, departed. I felt better having some kind of plan, I just hope it will be enough.
Arriving at the hangar sometime later T-Bone could see that Razor was still up working on one of his projects. Parking the cyclotron, he sauntered up to him.
"Hey buddy, don't you think you should knock off and get some sleep?" he yawned and stretched as he sought to coax Razor to quit for the night. If left on his own, he had the tendency to work till he dropped.
Growling irritably, Razor ignored his partner and continued piecing together some odd looking equipment. Sighing and knowing there was no dealing with him in this kind of mood, T-Bone continued to his locker and changed his clothes. Walking back to his partner he watched him for a few minutes then shook his head and went upstairs to bed.
The next morning, Chance got up and as he passed Jake's room, he found his partner fully dressed and snoring atop his bed. Smiling in amusement, he left him alone and went downstairs to make coffee. Some 20 minutes later, Jake came stumbling into the kitchen hunting for his fix of the morning. Chance was sitting at the table reading the paper.
"Morning Jake, when did you finally crash?" Chance asked shaking his head at Jake's rumpled appearance.
"Ah, about 4am" he grumbled. "And how was your evening with Ulera?"
"The usual, except before I could leave she wanted to talk to me about the sudden omega activity
and her fear that something bad was going to happen. I told her you and I were also concerned. The discussion gave me the chance to bring up training her power into a weapon." Chance added.
"How'd she take it" Jake asked more alert and interested.
"She was surprised. Said she never even thought about doing something like that. I suggested taking her out to the desert and experimenting. She agreed. Whenever we're able to get free we plan to go most evenings and weekends to try and train her" Chance said.
"Aw right! While you do that, I'll keep making new weapons" Jake said pleased with the outcome.
"Sounds like a plan! He paused his brow knitted in thought. "If she gets control of her power the next thing we need to do is put together a special forces team consisting of enforcers, her, and us. Then we have to hope we get enough time to train together" Chance sighed worriedly.
"You're right there, buddy! Such a team may be the only chance we got against whatever plot these creeps have planned. When are you going to tell her about it?" Jake asked
"Only after she can prove she can use her power as a weapon otherwise we are going to have to come up with something else and frankly, I have no clue what that would be" Chance shook his head.
"Don't borrow trouble, Chance. One thing at a time, let's see how she does before we worry about anything else" Jake cautioned, trying to be upbeat.
"Yeah, okay! Let's get to work, Jake. Those cars aren't going to get done by themselves" Chance placed his cup in the sink and headed downstairs to the garage. Jake sighed, did the same with his cup and followed his partner to start the work day.