In the last chapter, I had Jake and Callie doing something naughty. But that also means I broke one of my own rules, never have a lemon scene between a couple who is not married. So, in this chapter, you will see that every action will have a consequence.
The next morning, Jake awoke to the sound of purring beside him. There lay Callie, happy from the great night she had with Jake. Though they didn't have sex, it was still one of their most enjoyable dates. Feeling the urge to wake his sleeping girlfriend, Jake ran his fingers across her cheek, before leaning in to kiss her.
The kiss worked, and Callie kissed him back. "Good morning Jake," she said with a yawn. "I trust you slept well?"
"I did," Jake replied, leaning in to give Callie another good-morning kiss, but the bedroom door was suddenly busted open. Jake and Callie both turned to see maybe ten Enforcers rush in, who began aiming their weapons at Jake.
"What the hell is going on here!" Jake shouted, demanding an answer. And he got his answer when Commander Feral walked in.
The commander smiled as he pulled out some handcuffs. "Jake Clawson, you are under arrest!" and before Jake could ask why, he was being escorted out of his mansion. And when he got outside, reports began flocking him, asking him to give a statement, but all they got was silence from him.
At the Enforcers HQ, things were even worse. A large crowd of people and reports had massed outside the building, trying to get past the guards that were blocking their path. Ann Gora was one of few reports who was allowed through to get a statement from the Mayor Manx who stood atop the stairs.
The mayor-like everyone else-had no idea what was going on, but that changed when the commander came out with Jake Clawson and Chance Furlong. Both toms were being dragged out by a pair of Enforcers, then they were halted.
"Citizens of Megawatt City, last night, John Withbore sent me video evidence of the SWAT Kats unmasked, trying to recruit Max Parker to join their team," Commander Feral said, pointing at Jake and Chance. "I give you Chance Furlong and Jake Clawson, former members of the Enforcers turned vigilante! You may also know them as the SWAT Kats!"
Chance and Jake now knew their secret was out. They'd been exposed, growled at Feral as the crowd reacted with a mixture of emotions. Shock, anger, delight and in some cases, awe. Many she-kits began throwing their panties and bras at them, while many of the men mocked them and spit at them. But the little kittens were waving autograph books and pens.
Carter Delsin watched everything from the shadows. He didn't like Feral at all for what he did. With the SWAT Kats' true identities now revealed, then it would be much harder for him to enlist their help in fighting Lord Darkclaw and his army. The warrior had to report this to Queen Callista at once. Maybe, just maybe, she would be able to give him some advice on the situation at hand.
Back in Commander Feral's office, Lieutenant Felina Feral had just watched her uncle destroy the SWAT Kats on public television. Hearing her uncle come into the office, Felina whirled to him and glared with a ferocity that made Feral take a step back. He looked startled, but not unsurprised, by his niece's anger.
"Not now, Felina," he grumbled, anticipating her words.
"Why?" she demanded to know. "Why?" Felina asked him again. "Why, didn't give T-Bone and Razor some time to know about the video you got from that creep, John Withbore!"
"Furlong and Clawson," Feral corrected her. "They're not the SWAT Kats anymore. The media can still call them that, but now that I know who they really are, they're just two hotshot ex-Enforcers that I-"
Felina angrily cut him off. "But that doesn't give you the right to break into their homes and humiliate them the way you did!"
"I don't like your attitude, Felina," he said smartly. "Now, I want you to take over this cloud business for me while I assist the District Attorney in presenting an open and shut case against Clawson and Furlong."
"Go to hell, Uncle Feral!" Felina growled, before storming out of the office and slamming the door so hard that she knocked picture frames off the wall.
Four days later…
Things were turning out even worse for Callie. She was being harassed by every reporter in the city. Men and women who saw her in the streets called her names, threw insults at her, and one man went as far as showing up nude at her house. It wasn't long before the mayor called, saying that she was fired. Callie felt awful, and not just for herself, but for Jake and Chance who were already being sent to Alkatraz Island.
It turned out that the District Attorney, the judge and jury all had the same hate that Commander Feral had for the SWAT Kats. It was just unfair to them. Jake and Chance had helped protect the city for over three years, but that mattered little many of the cities inhabitance.
Waves crashed against the sandy rocks of Alkatraz Island, prison inmates were cheering and laughing as Jake and Chance was escorted through the maximum-security wing by four heavy-armored guards.
Chance remembered putting numerous perps in here, himself, back when he and Jake were still part of Commander Feral's Enforcers. He never thought in this universe that they'd see the inside of a prison cell themselves.
One guard then pushed Jake into an empty cell, but Chance was held back from entering it. "Hey, what's going on?" Chance asked the guards, but they scoffed at his question and dragged him off down the hall. Then they stopped at a jail cell that had another prisoner already inside, but also, only one bed.
"Enjoy your stay, T-bone! And feel free to socialize with your cellmate!" one guard cackled shrilly. Then he kicked Chance in, and then the door slid shut with a metallic clang that sound as loud as the trumpets of Armageddon.
"You might say she's eager for some payback!" another guard added.
Laughing, the two turned and walked off. Chance turned and looked at his cellmate, who very slowly lifted her head and blinked in surprise at him. Then a cruel, evil smirk spread across her lips.
"Well, well, well," Turmoil said, "If it isn't my favorite vigilante!"
"Aw, shit..." grumbled Chance.
It was Turmoil!
For the next few days, Turmoil said very little to Chance, but that was what made him feel uneasy, surely, she would have been yelling at him, blaming him for her capture, but none of that happened.
It was about noon the next day when Chance was in line for food in the mess hall, Jake stood behind him. With their trays in hand, the cooks served them, but one inmate, Rex Shard, decided it was time to deal with the two washed-up vigilantes.
"Hey, Furlong," Rex shouted from his table. "When are you going to drop the soap for Clawson? I'm sure he would like fuck your tight ass!" the inmates laughed at Rex's joke, all but one—Turmoil. She hated the way everyone was treating Chance, but for right now she was going to see how things would play out.
Chance whirled to him. Jake suddenly felt worried. Tensions had been mounting among the inmates ever since they were brought in. Rex Shard was ex-military, turned killer. He wanted to start a fight.
Jake looked at Chance and sighed as he saw that look of growing rage in his buddy's eyes. He'd seen that look before, all those times Chance lost his temper and became unreasonably angry. Not that this look was any different than it had been one week ago, but Rex Shard was pushing Chance's buttons, big time.
"What's wrong Shard? Not enough pussy to go around?" Chance challenged, his insult just as bad. "Oh, I forgot—Your hands are best lovers you got in this joint."
Well…Rex didn't like that. Without any warning, he threw his table aside and charged Chance. He swung his fist, hitting Chance in the jaw. Chance staggered back, growled and tackled Rex Shard, knocking the villain flat on his back. Soon both men were biting and clawing at one another.
Jake rushed into help, but a guard grabbed him by the arm. It was Carter Delsin. "Not yet, Jake Clawson," he said to the hero, "you will have your chance at Rex Shard soon."
Jake cocked his head, confused. "What do you mean?" he asked Carter.
Carter slipped him a small glass cylinder that had a red powder in it. "Give it to the cook with the bad hand. He'll help you even out the fight with Rex when he goes to the showers in one hour."
Jake did as he was told, but never took his eyes off the main action that was still unfolding. Suddenly Turmoil shouted, "ENOUGH!" The noise in the mess hall died down to mere whispers. The Russian she-kat walked over to Rex who was still holding Chance down.
"Get off of him," was all she said.
Rex Shard smiled as he looked down at Chance. "Until next time, Furlong," he said, then took his seat at a new table.
Turmoil helped Chance up and took him over to her table. "Don't ever pick a fight with Rex Shard," she warned. "He has more than enough influence here to have you killed."
Jake quickly joined Chance at Turmoil's table. As he sat down, one of the she-kats that was loyal to Turmoil quickly snatched his tray of food and threw it across the room. Jake was angry.
"What did you do that for?" he demanded.
"Because Turmoil doesn't want you at this table," the she-kat replied.
Chance turned to Turmoil. "He stays," he said, but to everyone at the table, it sounded more like a command. The Russian she-kat smiled, handed Jake an extra tray of food and went on eating her food.
Later that day, Rex Shard was in the showers, but he had been feeling sick since lunch. As he turned the water onto cold, he suddenly heard footsteps coming up from behind him. Turning around, he saw Jake Clawson cleaning his glass eye. "Now you get to deal with me, Rex," he said, slipping his false eye into his eye socket.
Rex Shard put up a great fight, but Jake proved to be the better fighter.
That night, Turmoil was laying in her bed, waiting for Chance to join her. "Chance, you look exhausted and cold on the floor! You need to get in bed, so you don't catch a cold," Turmoil said with sympathy, as she scooted over to the far-left end of her bed and pulled down the covers on the opposite side, inviting Chance into the warmness and comfort.
Chance didn't like what she was suggesting, but it was getting cold. And his back was starting to hurt, so he slid into bed, as Turmoil wrapped her arms tightly around Chance. He wanted to push her away, but for some reason, he was compelled to let her snuggle up to him.
Soon, he fell asleep to the relaxing sound of her purring. Turmoil was smiling once again, but this time she was smiling because she felt her spark for chance turning into a raging fire. It was clear to her also, that he too was starting to feel the same flame growing inside of him.
As Chance and Turmoil slept, Carter once again called his queen. Queen Callista was very upset upon hearing that the SWAT Kats had been locked up, but there was another problem she had to address now. It turned out one her spies had found out that one her most trusted knights had turned traitor.
"And who is this traitor?" Carter asked the queen.
"Sadly, I have no idea," she stated, then looked at Carter. "You must get the SWAT Kats out that awful hellhole and bring them back to the past. Only then will our people have a chance at winning the war against Lord Darkclaw."
Carter agreed with the plan, but he then remembered that he was only one kat. "I might need a little help on this one," he smiled, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.
The next day, Callie met up with Felina at the prison. "I hope Jake and Chance are doing alright," Callie said, giving her pass to the guards at the front gate. The guards looked at her and then her pass.
"You're clear," one guard said, handing Callie back her pass.
When Callie and Felina entered the main prison yard, all the male inmate started calling out to them and making some bad sexual remarks about them.
"Just keep walking, Callie," Felina frowned. When they got inside, a lovely female inmate and guard walked up to them.
It was Ann Gora and her camera man, Johnny K. Callie smiled and hugged Ann. "Trying to get an interview with the SWAT Kats?" she asked her friend.
Nodding, Ann Gora told them that she had reason to believe that someone was going to try and kill the two heroes. Well, Callie and Felina knew that they had to warn the SWAT Kats, but as the four of them turned to head off to the holding cells, five kats dressed in Ninja black uniforms dropped down from the ceiling, surrounding them.
"Ah," said Felina, "The Omegas. Hitmen from the looks of their outfits." Callie began reaching into her purse for the taser she brought with her. Ann Gora pulled out a thing of brass knuckles while Johnny pulled out a can of mace. This was not going to go well.
Jake, Chance and Turmoil sat around a small table, playing cards, as two guards watched them.
A tone sounded. The guard on the right picked up his intercom earphone and plugged it in. Listening for a beat, he walked over to a control panel set into the wall and hit a button.
"Hey, SWAT Kats. You got some visitors," he told the vigilantes. "Looks like your sisters are here to see you."
"Sisters?" echoed Jake. He and Chance had no sisters.
Then another guard showed up, followed by two women in green dresses. Jake didn't know who they were, but the male guard escorting them was Carter.
The two guards didn't notice that Carter had sealed the door behind them and remained where he stood. "Don't mind us, ladies," one of the guards snickered. "Go ahead and converse as freely as you like."
Apparently, there was no privacy to be had in a place like this. Oh well, Carter thought. The ladies would create their own for him.
The two females sized up the guards, then approached them. "We don't mind you two at all," one of them said, before she and her friend kissed the two guards.
There was a moment of pure, undiluted bliss on their face as the kissing deepened. But then…Both guards pulled out of the kiss, chocking as they fell to their knees and passed out on the floor.
Turmoil stood up, eying the guards on the floor. "Impressive."
Carter looked at her and the SWAT Kats, then smiled. "Well, I, my friends, have orders to bring you to my queen. Razor and T-bone, there is a threat to Queen Callista's kingdom that needs to be dealt with. So, do you want to leave this place and be the great heroes you were once before?"
Chance and Jake considered him. "Oh, yes," Jake said, deciding for him and Chance. "But what about Callie, I can't leave her."
Carter smiled and turned back toward the door control panel. He pressed the button and the door opened. Right on cue, Max came running in, carrying Jake and Chance' SWAT Kat outfits. Then Carter sealed the door behind him.
"Max got everything I think that you two will need," he said.
Turmoil chuckled. "He's a laundry service that delivers. Now why could I not have one of those?"
The two she-kat with Carter then raised their arms, chanted a quick spell, and disappeared in flash of light. Jake and Chance then quickly got dressed, as Carter drew symbols into the wall, chanting the same spell the two she-kats had spoken.
Turmoil walked up to Carter. "Do you think I can come along with you guys?" she asked him. "I want to keep an eye on Chance."
Before Carter could answer, the prison alarms began blaring loudly. Soon, explosions were heard. Max pulled out his cell phone and flipped the screen. From what he could see, Dark Kat and his Omegas were attacking the prison. No doubt here to kill the SWAT Kats.
Carter turned to Turmoil. "You can come!" he shouted. "But…You listen to Chance."
Turmoil smiled. "Deal!"
Suddenly, the cell door exploded. Jake, Chance, Max, Carter and Turmoil were knocked down by the force of the blast. And there, standing in the doorway was Dark Kat. With a simple wave of his hand, Dark Kat had his Omegas surround the five kats and aim their weapons at them, ready to fire if his prisoners attempted to try anything.
"SWAT Kats," he said smoothly, "I do apologize for not coming during visiting hours, but I felt killing you now then later would be a lot better for my evil empire."
"You stinking-" Max growled, and began to raise his Glovatrix. But Dark Kat rushed forward, and raised his huge foot and brought it down upon the Max's arm, breaking it noisily.
As Dark Kat began to apply more pressure onto Max's arm, he smiled at his downed enemy. "You should be thanking me," he said, stomping once more on his arm. "I have some friends who are just dying to meet you."
As if on cue, Felina Feral came flying through the door and thudded against the wall and slid down into semi-consciousness. Walking over, Dark Kat stood over her, glowering down at her.
"Such an unfortunate day you are having, Lieutenant," he tsked. "All your talent and energy wasted. What a pity." Then three more Omegas entered, holding Callie, Johnny and Ann Gora hostage.
Then Dark Kat turned to Turmoil. "I'll deal with you first," he growled, pulling out a blaster from under his robes. He took aim, but as he began to pull the trigger, T-bone quickly fired his grappling hook from his Glovatrix. The hook wrapped around Dark Kat's arm, and T-bone yanked hard, pulling Dark Kat over onto his side.
"At last! Time for a real fight!" Carter shouted as he and the others leapt into action.