Razor had tried to call Callie Briggs on her communicator 3 times, but no answer. He was now hanging from a grapple outside of her apartment, peering inside. It appeared empty. He sighed and opened up a window and slid in. Looking around he decided their hadn't been any struggle, for pointers, it was cleaner than the hanger….even before some nut rampaged through it. He turned on the lights and began to search around, why hadn't she answered her communicator? Had someone gotten to her already?
He found her desk, and rummaged through the paperwork and items. Voided checks, bills, junk mail. He laughed at the letter that said you could be the next big winner. Chance had thought he had won, until Jake explained the whole gimmick to him.
"Well, I'm probably wanted for murder and acts of terror, might as well raid the Deputy Mayor's fridge." Razor said to himself.
He made his way to the kitchen and saw something on the fridge. It was an invite to a gala of some sorts on the Mayor Manx's new yacht. Razor put the invite back onto the fridge, careful not to leave any evidence of his visit. The invite said the event started at 8:30.
"Crud! I must have just missed her. Figures." Razor said looking at his watch, which read 8:15.
He searched around the apartment for any other leads, or traps. He was thankful to find nothing. No bombs, no henchkats, not even a creepling. Satisfied, Razor left the apartment and headed toward MegaKat Harbor. Traffic was rather light tonight, apparently everyone was too scared to come outside.
Rookie Enforcer Anthony Tanner, recently demoted or "reassigned temporarily" to street patrol after a meltdown over the skies of Megakat City sat in his Enforcer police cruiser, looking up at the sky.
"Fuck O'hara. I'm a pilot. Damn Swat Kats." Tanner growled to himself.
Just as he was about to eat his 3rd honey glazed donut of the night, Razor sped by on his cyclotron. He couldn't believe it! Now he had a chance to apprehend the one that got away, maybe he could get a medal or back into flight and off the street beat!
"Your mine Swat Kat!" Tanner said to himself, turning on his sirens and beginning to chase after Razor.
Razor's thoughts were broken when he saw red and blue flashing lights and the wail of a siren. He looked back and saw a single Enforcer cruiser following him.
"Perfect." He murmured to himself.
He sped up, too about 90mph, and began to go against traffic, which was picking up as he made his way closer downtown. The lone cruiser still followed him, copying his every move.
Tanner smiled. "Not this time!"
Tanner hit the gas, the engine roared. He caught up to the Swat Kat and rammed the back of his motorcycle.
"Holy shit, is this guy nuts too?" Razor growled.
He pulled back the accelerator of his cyclotron, just hitting 100mph. The traffic was starting to pick up even more, going any faster would be too dangerous, he was only trying to spook out his pursier.
Tanner grinned and put the pedal to the metal, now he too was doing 100mph. He rammed Razor again, who almost skidded out of control. He recovered control of the bike though, and got into the right lane. Tanner once again tailed him, this time picking up speed and becoming more erratic, like he was trying to catch up to him and sideswipe him into the sidewalk.
Razor, a bit annoyed grunted and pushed a button on his consol. A large quantity of oil sprayed out of the back of the cyclotron, causing the car to skid out of control and into a small china shop. He looked back at the Enforcer who got out of the car and began to curse waving his fist angrily in the air. The Swat Kat found it quite entertaining.
"Rookies." Razor murmured to himself.
Apparently the Enforcer hadn't called for back up, as Razor made his way to the harbor undetected. He parked his cyclotron inside an abandoned warehouse and pulled out his glovatrix. Hopefully this would go easy, he took a few minutes to scout out the area, it would most likely be of value to know the lay of the playing field. He climbed up a fire escape to get a better look.
"Bingo!" He whispered to himself.
Pulling down the visor on his helmet, and pushing a button on the side of it, he looked through his night vision. The Mayor's new yacht hadn't set sail just yet. He zoomed in on the deck and saw a bunch of kats in suits, the mayor and Callie sipping a glass of champagne. She was standing there by herself, and didn't appear to be having a good time.
He made his way back to the cyclotron and grabbed a few things, a scuba mask and some flippers. The turboskies had gone down with the Turbokat, so he would have to swim to the yacht, kidnap a government official, and swim back to the shore all without being noticed or killed in the process.
"Seems simple enough." Razor joked to himself.
He made his way to the water and jumped in. It was cold, and filled with trash. He rolled his eyes and began to swim toward the yacht. The boat wasn't moving really fast, quite yet and he caught up to it easily. He aimed his glovatrix at a railing on the side of the yacht and caught it with a grapple. So far, so good. The line retracted and pulled him out of the water. He made sure the coast was clear, watching as two females in evening gowns walked by.
"I always wanted to crash a party!" He thought to himself.
When it was clear, he hopped over the rail and took off his mask and flippers. He kept in the shadows, alerting anyone that he was on board wouldn't be the best of ideas, considering he was public enemy number 1 in MegaKat City.
"Ahh, Mr. Young, so glad you could make it. I suppose you would like to swing a few business proposals my way?" Mayor Manx's thick accent could be heard, coming closer to Razor's position.
"Damn. He will never get MegatKat Tower rented out, will he?" Razor thought to himself, following with a grin.
"Perhaps Mayor Manx. Each visit I have here results in some sort of disaster, I'll make my decision. MegaKat City and Catarado City are my two finalists." Mr. Young replied.
He watched as the two business kats walked past. They hadn't caught sight of him, so far things were going pleasant, a rarity in the past few days. Razor continued his way through the shadows, and spotted Ms. Briggs looking out into the waters. He sneaked up on her, like a tiger about to claim its prey. Then it happened. A large explosion rocked the boat, the guests began to panic and scream.
"I say, calm down, it must just be engine trouble! These new yachts always do this!" The Mayor attempted to yell over the chaos that was brewing.
A group of speed boats closed in on the vessel, and men in black fatigues threw grappling hooks over the bow of the yacht and began to board it. Razor recognized the black fatigues, they were from the same men earlier, the snipers.
"Crud! This just gets better and better!" Razor hissed to himself.
The first two henchman to board the yacht began to fire their semi automatic weapons into the air. A classic maneuver for movie henchman and terrorists alike. Razor jumped out of the shadows and hit the two kats with his mini-cement machine gun.
"Look it's the Swat Kats!" A random guest screamed. "They're attacking us again!"
Razor ran to the side the kats in the dark uniforms were climbing up. He used the buzz saw on his glovatrix to cut their lines, and watched as they fell down into the murky waters below the yacht's deck. Then another explosion rocked the boat. The entire wheel house went up into flames, deckhands and crewmembers jumped out of the shattered windows burning alive. Razor aimed his glovatrix at them and fired some flame retardant foam onto them. He turned around, and walked right into someone's fist.
"Fancy seeing you here, buddy!" A familiar voice taunted him.
Razor rubbed his aching head, and waited for his vision to settle. He must have blacked out for a few seconds, he had gotten hit very hard right in the temple. He got to his feet. The henchman had taken complete control of the boat.
" I gotta…gotta find Callie." He thought to himself.
He staggered to get to his feet, and regain his balance. After a deep breath he regained his balance and composure. Two henchman tried to take advantage and charge him. Instinctavily he fired two mini octopus missiles. The missiles slammed into the chests of the charging kats and sent them flying all the way over the stern of the yacht. He made his way to a large crowd of kats, mainly just ones who were too shocked to abandon ship. Then he saw the kat with the familiar voice. It was T-bone in a ruined flight suit. His fur and skin was horribly burned and singed. He had Ms. Briggs by the arm pulling her.
Ms. Briggs didn't know what was going on. The Swat Kats going rogue was one of her fears the past few days, but she didn't want to believe it.
"Come on Ms. Briggs. Your coming with me!" T-bone hissed.
Without answering, Ms. Briggs used her free hand and punched T-bone in the stomach, as hard as she could. T-bone flinched, it wasn't the most painful punch he had endured but it caught him off guard.
"You have a little bit of fight in you, I like that!" T-bone exclaimed, madly.
Razor pounced on top of T-bone, claws out knocking him to the deck. "Then you'll love me!" Razor hissed. T-bone's eyes went wide. Razor punched him in the face, feeling the cartalidge in T-bone's nose snap. Razor looked down, T-bone was out cold. He had never punched anyone that hard in his life.
"Razor, what the HELL is going on here?" Ms. Briggs screamed.
"I'll explain later, lets go!" Razor exclaimed, tossing her overboard.
He heard her screaming, and finally hitting the water. He looked back at his long time partner, and wondered if he should save him too, it was hard to make a decision. Before he could think any further, the fire had spread to the fuel lines of the boat, letting out the most violent of the explosions yet. Razor leapt off the boat and into the water, starting to swim toward the docks, while Deputy Mayor Briggs screamed her lungs out.
