- Victory or death! May the war begins! Death to our enemies!
The morning brought even weirder insanity to the Megakat city. An organized group of protesters was going to the Municipal Park shouting slogans or singing discordantly the national hymn. This time not the single pavement but the whole street was unanimous in the desire to go and kill an unknown adversary.
- Look! It's a foreign spy! - cried a young woman directing the small elder kat with glasses approaching the park from the other side. - Catch him!
Some others who heard her appeal detached from the crowd and ran with her towards the probable battering victim. As soon as the poor kat saw their fierce faces he fleed for life away from the main concurrence.
- This is Ann Gora of Kat's Eye News, live from the site of an unreasonable mass paroxysm of militarism. - she was reporting from the helicopter. - Without any pretext, the citizens felt the need to go to the front, though for more than sixty years we haven't been at war with any country.
All the slogans gave place to only two of them pronounced now by the whole crowd all the choir. They barely reached the park:
- Long live the war!
- Down with the enemies!
The forces were unequal and the distance between the chasers and "spy" was shortening. Luckily for him the further they were from the manifestation the less decisive the woman and her accomplices were. Finally, they stopped and zonked out. After such a warm welcome, this kat would never again visit the Megakat city.
- Land the helicopter - Ann said to Al. - I'm going to question them. - Johnny, we're coming!
Callie reached the protests as soon as she was informed about them. She was pressing countless times the button of the SWAT Kats communicator, but it seemed like it didn't transmit the signal.
- Dang!

Chance was watching the news report a bit tensely. In the case of civil disturbances, the city would be in great danger. But what could they do against the mass of distracted civilians? Jake entered and without any words joined the watching.
- I start sharing your suspicions, - Chance muttered. - If someone grows apart from the crowd they don't come back.
- Their column is so regular in form. I bet there is something screwy about the matter.
- Better check this out on our own... Hey, look at Ann!

- We've almost near the protesters and are going to ask them the reasons they have gathered here. - Ann Gora continued reporting on the run.
The crowd reached the park and a mussy skinny kat got up the monument of Manx.
- Are you ready to sacrifice your lives?
- Yes, we are!
- The enemies must perish! - someone shouted.
- We will wipe their cities off the map! - cried a young she-kat in cyan costume and rose beads. Ann Gora joined the common rampage. She turned, with the look of decision, to the cameraman and once said to all viewers:
- All to the front! Long live the war!
Some kats started smashing everything that was at the park without leaving its territory.

- Why not all of them proceed to action?
- It depends on their psychic stability.

The Enforcers technique reached the park. One of the tanks had loudspeakers. everyone heard the compelling low voice:
- This is Feral. Finish this unauthorized rally immediately!
The nearest citizens looked the tanks angrily:
- The enemies reached our city!
The commotion was gaining the crowd. No one was ready to attack. But following his sixth sense, Feral preferred not to quit the tank, for now. In her turn, Callie was chanting with others on the top of her voice completely forgotten about the nonworking communicator...

- Then cannot impede us. Continue the transmission.
- As you wish.

The Turbokat was flying high above the protesters with the pilots trying to get hold of what was happening. This time none of the pair was joking since they were accustomed to fighting apparent criminals, not simply contemplate civilians. And no one paid attention to them. Firstly.
- Did you find something special, Razor?
- Nothing yet. Could we go down?
- I admit we will also fall under the influence. I think yesterday you had the same.
- Sounds logic, T-Bone. - He was glad the partner didn't hold him so sentimental.

- Look! That's a bomber! - someone pointed at the Turbokat.
- The darned enemies reached our city!
- The sent the air support!
The crowd buzzed with new forces.

- T-Bone, there is a car with an antenna in the lane.
- And?
- There are two gunmen.
- It's still risky. If we make a mistake we will join these psychos in the park.
- Time for some deduction method. We have restricted zones of mass psychosis, we have a weird car with an antenna and two gunmen who don't share the common patriotism.
Given that the aircraft was leaving the park too far, it turned backward.
- You mean the citizens received something from that antenna? It sounds odd.
- We haven't any other explanations. So let's land somewhere on a roof. But we should protect ourselves from these signals.
- Tinfoil hat, pal? - finally Chance smiled.
- Something like that. We have had much more awkward situations. Let's place some metal leaves in the helmets...

- We've got more guests!
- Hm? Forget about anyone. Stick to business! Calibrate it to the pure blood-lust, erase any fear.

Having left the Turbokat on a roof of a building near the lean, the two kats went via rooftops to the necessary turn and softly landed on the bottom of this dark and nasty passage near the mysterious car. They were awaited.
- Fire!
Without a meaningless question like "Who are you?" the guards of the car shot to kill. The SWAT Kats barely managed to hide behind the wall. Like in cheap movies, a few brick fragments hit their faces.
- War!... War!... War!... - a weak voice was repeating the same word in the T-Bone's head like an earworm.
- Razor, do you hear something? - he turned to him.

- I will finish them off as the last dogs! - the first gunman stepped forward.
- Hey, what words! Keep protecting the car. It's almost over. Soon they will be harmless puppets like others...

- Besides the bark from the shots I... I hear the word "war". - Razor was listening to the gut. - It's very annoying. Guess the metal leaves reflect the main part of the signal.
- I hope so. It's uncomfortable to wear, you know.
- That's it. Prepare Bola missiles. The left guy is yours.
- Roger that.

- You, listen! If these meatheads get too close to the car, then pedal to the metal. We cannot lose the equipment.

Razor bounced out first from around the corner and fired the missile. His target fell on the ground and swore. The second one approached him trying to untie. Alongside he cried:
- James, get out of here!
T-Bone also came out and made a shot. That was too easy to target a motionless rival. Before getting tied the second guard made a random shot. The lucky kat dodged but the bullet damaged the glovatrix on his hand. The car went away with squealing. it all happened in a second.
- Crud!
- Are you OK?
- Yes, but my tool is out of the game.

- How could I hire such pathetic fools?!
- Why don't these two fall into the influence?
- They're now near my gunmen with personal radio silencers.
- But before?
- You ask a lot of questions. - someone punched the metal surface. - Finish the performance. Despite these pests, I'm satisfied.

The SWAT Kats approached the gunmen. The weird voice repeating "war" shut up. The defeated foes didn't say a word and only were looking angrily.
- Bunch of creeps. - at last one of them said between teeth.
- Hey, that's not polite. - T-Bone said.
The second one husked and stopped moving. Razor took his pulse. Nothing to take. He passed away.
- Hey, he's dead! - Razor said.
- Take this! - The sound of broken glass shrieked in the mouth of the last gunman and he spat out the shards of an ampulla. After short convulsions, he quieted.
Razor looked distrustfully at T-Bone. If the death was better than custody? The pilot was serious and commented:
- What a fidelity. And what's this, how do you think?
He detached a little rectangle gadget from the body's outfit and showed it to Razor. The same thing was in the second suicider's clothes too.
- This is Enforcers! Walk out with your hands up!
The familiar commander's voice, defigured a bit with a loudspeaker, was approaching to the lean with every next word.
- Let's check it at the base. And now, go back. Grab on to me!
As T-Bone's glovatrix was out, they mounted the roof together with the Razor's one. The situation started clearing up.

In the park, kats were walking around senselessly. Some were surprised to find a piece of a swing or a bench board in their hands. Some skinny tom was clinging to a monument afraid to come down. Disheveled Ann Gora entered the helicopter. Al looked at her a bit frightened:
- Ann, what was that?
- Please don't ask me anything. - She tried to unwrinkle her costume. - You see, despite the agitation, Johnny did his work. He filmed my speech and the whole city saw me as a mad violent trollop.
Johnny joined, his glasses were broken.
- Hey, Al, why you didn't lose sanity like us? - the helicopter was ascending.
- I have no idea. But even being a spectator was enough for me.