Chapter 2--The Truth
She had stood looking at the tabby and he stood looking back at her.
"I thought you might have wanted some help with your friends there...or are they your friends?" Siege didn't know what to say to him.
"They aren't." he said frowning suddenly.
"I was just trying to teach him a ..."
"I don't care what you were trying to do!" he snapped at her. "You coulda killed Murray…congradulations!" he laughed and started walking toward the garage motioning for her to follow.
"Wait. I have to go get Mage." Siege ran back over and woke Mage who sleepily followed her back to the garage. He promptly curled up on the sofa and went back to sleep.
Once she was inside with Mage, Jake gave her a look that was almost as if he were measuring her up. Siege thought to herself 'What did I do this time?'
He looked at her then shook his head and asked her, "Where did you get that uniform?"
She thought fast and tried to lie to Jake. Yet another of her Big Mistakes...
"Ummmm…I bought it at the Salvation Army?" She said.
Chance looked at her and said "How did you find an SWAT Kat flight suit in a second hand shop?"
Siege decided to just get it over with, "Alright, would you believe me if I told you that I was sent here from the future by an 827 year old sorcerer to alter the past and in the process lost most of my memory and can't go back to the future and in the future you are all old and gray and that I know your little secret and I'm a pilot too and got kicked out of the Enforcers, Commander Feral is not who you think it is and I am a Swat Kat?" She stopped to breathe, her need to for oxygen was the only thing that had stopped her from telling all that she could remember.
Chance looked as if he were about to explode with laughter.
"What are you talking about?" Chance asked her. "Better yet, why don't you tell me and Jake everything?"
He turned and walked into the garage and Siege followed him. She followed Chance up an old steel spiral staircase in one corner of the garage and stepped into the humble place that Chance and Jake call home.
"It's time for you to tell us your story, as you obviously already know ours." Jake said as Siege began her story.
"Well let me start at the beginning. I was born in the year 2005. I am not allowed to reveal my true identity for reasons best left alone. I was sent here by an 827 year old sorcerer who called himself the Pastmaster."
"The Pastmaster!?" Chance exclaimed, Jake punched him in his shoulder so he'd shut up and she could tell her story.
"Oww, quit it, Jake." Chance said. "You said something about knowing our secret. What exactly is it you know?"
"I'm not exactly sure you want to know." Siege told them.
"Tell us."
"Fine, Chance Furlong, I'll tell you. But always remember this, you asked for it! I know who your alter egos are. Chance you are also known as T-Bone. And you're Jake Clawson A.K.A. Razor."
Well that almost blew Chance's mind for him. Jake just looked at her.
"Who told you who we were?" Chance has just rejoined our little talk show.
"You told me. Because when I was a kitten you decided to train me, Mage, Surge and Domingo as 'replacements'."
"Hold it, hold it. I thought you said that you had lost your memory?" Chance asked her.
"I didn't lose all of it just a few of the details and I've been regaining it a little at a time."
"Why would the Pastmaster want to send you and your friend down there back here to help us?" Jake asked her without looking at her.
"There are three reasons. Number one: We were the only ones brave enough to go. Number two: I'm the only one who knew who and where to ask." Siege hesitated to go any further.
"Well what's your third reason?" Chance asked her.
"I'm a Swat Kat."
Chance's jaw dropped and he stared at her. He turned to look at Jake and said, "I tell ya Jake it ain't possible! Why would we train replacements? Besides, when did we decide to take up kitten raising?"
"Well, Chance she knows who we are and that's not to mention that she acts and dresses like us. She also has your taste in T.V. shows and food."
Siege was busying herself watching one of the greatest episodes of 'Scaredy Kat' and wolfing down Nacho chips like there was no tomorrow. Chance walked back in from the garage and flopped down on the couch and started to eat the nachos with her. Mage was sitting up staring in the kitchen. He reached over and waved his paw at Siege.
"What?"
"Gimme Nachos?" Mage asked. Siege dumped a bunch of them into his paw.
"And what's wrong with 'Scaredy Kat'?" he asked Jake and in the process blew chip crumbs all over him.
"Oh absolutely nothing. It's just that some kats have better taste in T.V. shows. Litterbin, now there's a funny show."
"No Way" both Siege and Chance answered that one at the same time. Chance looked at her then turned his attention back to the T.V. The show went off all too soon. Siege got up and wandered outside, there was a strange purplish mist floating around out there and she walked over to it and reached in. Chance saw the mist too. He came out with his crow bar in hand. He looked ready to whack her friend in the mist for a home run and the pennant.
"NO! Don't hit him!" Siege yelled and ran over to Chance.
"Crud, what *is* that thing?" Chance asked her not dropping his stance for a second.
"It's all right. Domingo will you cut it out and show yourself?"
The mist stayed where it was.
"Let me add something, BEFORE you get your head knocked off?"
The mist dissipated very quickly after that. A lizard-like creature stood there. Siege wished he had stayed where he was; now Chance looked like Babe Ruth standing there.
"Hail to you great Siege and hail to you friend the great baseball kat!" Domingo said. Siege wished he'd just shut up while he was ahead.
"It's VIPER!" Chance yelled as he swung the crowbar.
She had stood looking at the tabby and he stood looking back at her.
"I thought you might have wanted some help with your friends there...or are they your friends?" Siege didn't know what to say to him.
"They aren't." he said frowning suddenly.
"I was just trying to teach him a ..."
"I don't care what you were trying to do!" he snapped at her. "You coulda killed Murray…congradulations!" he laughed and started walking toward the garage motioning for her to follow.
"Wait. I have to go get Mage." Siege ran back over and woke Mage who sleepily followed her back to the garage. He promptly curled up on the sofa and went back to sleep.
Once she was inside with Mage, Jake gave her a look that was almost as if he were measuring her up. Siege thought to herself 'What did I do this time?'
He looked at her then shook his head and asked her, "Where did you get that uniform?"
She thought fast and tried to lie to Jake. Yet another of her Big Mistakes...
"Ummmm…I bought it at the Salvation Army?" She said.
Chance looked at her and said "How did you find an SWAT Kat flight suit in a second hand shop?"
Siege decided to just get it over with, "Alright, would you believe me if I told you that I was sent here from the future by an 827 year old sorcerer to alter the past and in the process lost most of my memory and can't go back to the future and in the future you are all old and gray and that I know your little secret and I'm a pilot too and got kicked out of the Enforcers, Commander Feral is not who you think it is and I am a Swat Kat?" She stopped to breathe, her need to for oxygen was the only thing that had stopped her from telling all that she could remember.
Chance looked as if he were about to explode with laughter.
"What are you talking about?" Chance asked her. "Better yet, why don't you tell me and Jake everything?"
He turned and walked into the garage and Siege followed him. She followed Chance up an old steel spiral staircase in one corner of the garage and stepped into the humble place that Chance and Jake call home.
"It's time for you to tell us your story, as you obviously already know ours." Jake said as Siege began her story.
"Well let me start at the beginning. I was born in the year 2005. I am not allowed to reveal my true identity for reasons best left alone. I was sent here by an 827 year old sorcerer who called himself the Pastmaster."
"The Pastmaster!?" Chance exclaimed, Jake punched him in his shoulder so he'd shut up and she could tell her story.
"Oww, quit it, Jake." Chance said. "You said something about knowing our secret. What exactly is it you know?"
"I'm not exactly sure you want to know." Siege told them.
"Tell us."
"Fine, Chance Furlong, I'll tell you. But always remember this, you asked for it! I know who your alter egos are. Chance you are also known as T-Bone. And you're Jake Clawson A.K.A. Razor."
Well that almost blew Chance's mind for him. Jake just looked at her.
"Who told you who we were?" Chance has just rejoined our little talk show.
"You told me. Because when I was a kitten you decided to train me, Mage, Surge and Domingo as 'replacements'."
"Hold it, hold it. I thought you said that you had lost your memory?" Chance asked her.
"I didn't lose all of it just a few of the details and I've been regaining it a little at a time."
"Why would the Pastmaster want to send you and your friend down there back here to help us?" Jake asked her without looking at her.
"There are three reasons. Number one: We were the only ones brave enough to go. Number two: I'm the only one who knew who and where to ask." Siege hesitated to go any further.
"Well what's your third reason?" Chance asked her.
"I'm a Swat Kat."
Chance's jaw dropped and he stared at her. He turned to look at Jake and said, "I tell ya Jake it ain't possible! Why would we train replacements? Besides, when did we decide to take up kitten raising?"
"Well, Chance she knows who we are and that's not to mention that she acts and dresses like us. She also has your taste in T.V. shows and food."
Siege was busying herself watching one of the greatest episodes of 'Scaredy Kat' and wolfing down Nacho chips like there was no tomorrow. Chance walked back in from the garage and flopped down on the couch and started to eat the nachos with her. Mage was sitting up staring in the kitchen. He reached over and waved his paw at Siege.
"What?"
"Gimme Nachos?" Mage asked. Siege dumped a bunch of them into his paw.
"And what's wrong with 'Scaredy Kat'?" he asked Jake and in the process blew chip crumbs all over him.
"Oh absolutely nothing. It's just that some kats have better taste in T.V. shows. Litterbin, now there's a funny show."
"No Way" both Siege and Chance answered that one at the same time. Chance looked at her then turned his attention back to the T.V. The show went off all too soon. Siege got up and wandered outside, there was a strange purplish mist floating around out there and she walked over to it and reached in. Chance saw the mist too. He came out with his crow bar in hand. He looked ready to whack her friend in the mist for a home run and the pennant.
"NO! Don't hit him!" Siege yelled and ran over to Chance.
"Crud, what *is* that thing?" Chance asked her not dropping his stance for a second.
"It's all right. Domingo will you cut it out and show yourself?"
The mist stayed where it was.
"Let me add something, BEFORE you get your head knocked off?"
The mist dissipated very quickly after that. A lizard-like creature stood there. Siege wished he had stayed where he was; now Chance looked like Babe Ruth standing there.
"Hail to you great Siege and hail to you friend the great baseball kat!" Domingo said. Siege wished he'd just shut up while he was ahead.
"It's VIPER!" Chance yelled as he swung the crowbar.