Ni-hao! AkaneKitty here. This is "Criminal Affairs."

The SWAT Kats take over a mission when their alter egos are called away on Enforcer business. Can their plan to ruin the shipment of katnip put a crimp in Feral's plans? And, what is the interim mayor up to?

Author's notes: I love writing this new side of Feral...it's neat.

Thanks to Alegna for beta reading and Collin Blake for his comments.

As always, send any comments or questions to AkaneKitty@aol.com. Or, drop me a line in my review section at Fanfiction.net. Enjoy!

Ja ne,
AkaneKitty

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See You On The Flip Side:
Criminal Affairs
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"Hello?...Oh, you...You're cutting into my date prep."

"Wow! You certainly work fast."

Callie chuckles a bit, pausing to apply lipstick. "Well, he didn't make it *too* difficult."

"So, we've heard...Making any progress?"

"Hey, I just got here!" Callie cradles the phone to her ear. "He's not going to say anything about his shipments after just meeting him!"

"You can always *persuade* him..."

Callie smiles. "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting? Because if you are, I'm going to have a real problem with you."

"I'm sure you're familiar with the creed of 'By any means necessary'."

Callie continues to smile, twirling the phone cord with her free paw. "...I'll think about it. I have to go now."

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"Crud! Felina's making us do a double shift!"

"Maybe they suspect us..."

"...or, trying us out."

Jake sighs a little. "There go our plans for ruining that shipment..."

"Shipment?"

Jake and Chance look up to see the SWAT Kats entering the main part garage. Chance hesitates. "Well..."

"Would it help to say that we helped fight the bad guys?" T-Bone walks up to them. "I know it's difficult, but, you can trust us."

Jake looks at Chance, who shrugs. "All right..."

"We got word that Dark Kat is moving his katnip shipment to a hidden place tonight." Chance says. "Feral wants that shipment tomorrow night...or else."

"This would be the perfect time to ruin the shipment and cost Feral a few friends." Jake speaks up. "But, the lieutenant is making us go on patrol...and it will be too dangerous to ruin it while Feral is picking it up."

"Why don't we do it?" Razor says. "That way, they won't get suspicious."

"Yeah! We were already ruing some of his shipments before..." Chance looks at Jake, who nods.

"We'll need all the help we can get."

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"Are you ready Calico...I *can* call you that, right?"

"Yes...be out in a minute."

Feral leans up against the doorframe leading to the Mayor's office, not worrying that his new suit might get wrinkled. He takes a cursory look at his watch while he pulls out his cell phone. He punches a few numbers and waits for an answer.

"Listen...Anyone that calls me in the next few hours is dead. DEAD, do you hear me?... I don't care! The *only* reason you call is to tell me about delays, and anything else will net you an very unhappy kat, do you understand?" Feral waits for the affirmative, and hangs up.

"*...Normally, I wouldn't waste my time with mayors...*" Feral thinks to himself, putting his phone away. "But, this one...is different. And, it doesn't hurt that she's cute..."

"Okay...sorry for waiting."

Feral turns to face the voice and forces himself not to do a double take. The interim mayor was out of her usual suit, and into a short, strappy dress. She casually tosses a small purse over her shoulder and smiles, pleased at the reaction.

"You like?" Callie continues to smile at him.

"I wasn't expecting..."

"Ulysses, I may be the new mayor, but I am *not* a school marm...get used to it."

"Oh, I *will*..."

"Come again?"

"Nothing." Feral extends his arm to Callie. "Shall we go?"

Callie links arms with Feral and the begin to leave the office. "Where are we going?"

"I know this place on the eastside, called The Onyx Dragon. It's really good."

"Oh..." Callie looks disappointed.

"What's wrong?"

"I just thought...that you'd invite me to your place." Callie looks at Feral and smiles. "But, it's your show."

Feral reels a bit, caught completely off guard.

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"Let's see...there's going to be a time flux a couple of days from now...but will it get them back home?"

"It should...since the Pastmaster's watch operated on those principles."

Shino sighs. "But, will it be before the SWAT Kats cause some damage..."

"I told you not to worry about it. Time has a way of healing itself."

"I know...but, getting Feral is easier said than done..."

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"Wow...I can't believe it! An early prototype Cyclotron!"

"Yeah...it's scary."

"I'm so smart." Razor risks gloating over the engine noise.

"Yeah, right." T-Bone spots a sign, slowing his speed down. "This looks like the place."

"We should definitely check this place out when we get back home." Razor says. "I think we should hotfoot it now. The Cyclotron is going to make too much noise."

The two kats dismount and hide the bike among some fake bushes. They were in MegaKat City's warehouse district, with the building casting long shadows under the light of the moon. Razor pulls out a little map.

"According to Jake, the shipment should be in warehouse 8." Razor looks up at the buildings. "Let's get going."

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"Do you want a drink?"

"I'd like that."

"Any preference?"

"I'll trust your judgment."

"Okay...be right back."

Feral walks quickly to the bar of the Onyx Dragon, partially because he wanted a drink, and he had spotted his right hand kat, Kenneth Robertson. Feral takes a seat besides the kat.

"I'll take of my usual...two of them." Feral says to the bartender.

"My, my. Isn't that a *little* strong for your lady friend?" Kenneth chuckles, stirring his own drink. "Who is looking very delicious, might I add. How do you do it?"

Feral smiles. "Lots of practice."

"That's the new mayor, right? Do you think she'll be more agreeable than Manx?"

"Well, she'll be more enjoyable, that's for sure." Feral lowers his voice a bit. "Any new developments in my shipment?"

"It's been moved to the warehouse district. D.K. really got on the ball after you made that 'suggestion'." Kenneth says, taking a sip.

"Good. I need it to grease Mr. Young's paws. He'll make a good ally."

"I think so." Kenneth sees the bartender bring the drinks to Feral, leans towards him. "Hey, if you ever get bored with her..."

"Believe me, I won't." Feral smirks, taking the drinks off the bar. "I have lots of uses for the mayor..."

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"It looks like this is the crate."

"Yep...not a lot of security, though."

T-Bone lifts the heavy, wooden top off of its crate. Razor takes a peek inside. "Chance said that even though they were ruining the shipments, Dark Kat would scramble up a new one just in time. Seems like Feral doesn't like waiting."

"I'd bet." T-Bone says, looking at Razor. "So, what now?"

"I say we ruin the bottom half of the shipment."

"What for?"

"That way, a cursory glance won't yield panic and give Dark Kat a chance to replace it." Razor implants the device Jake had given him deep into the crate and sets it off. "Okay...now put that top back on."

T-Bone lifts the top back onto the crate. "We'd better get out of here and let that invention do its work. We don't have a lot of weapons and I don't want to get caught out here...yet."

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"*What I wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall...*" Callie looks at the bar through her compact mirror. "*Hmm... shipments and Mr. Young, eh?*"

Callie notices Feral receiving the drinks and quickly puts her mirror away. A few moments later Feral walks up to their table.

"Sorry about the delay." Feral sits a glass in front of Callie.

"Ale?" Callie takes a cursory look at thee drink and then takes a sip. "Harp!"

Feral finishes his own sip. "You have an educated tongue."

Callie looks over her glass at Feral and smiles. "Practice, Ulysses."

Feral smiles at that, sitting his glass down. "So, this is our 'getting to know you' dinner."

"It's supposed to be."

"Got any questions?"

"Yes." Callie takes the time to cross her legs. "And, your reputation precedes you."

"Eh?"

"When I was installed as the interim mayor, I heard lots of things about your...relationships."

Feral sits back in his chair. "All good I hope."

"Surprisingly so."

"Surprisingly?"

"Don't worry about it. But, it does make me want to find out if the rumors are true."

"And, that is...?"

"Come now, I *am* a lady." Callie finishes off her drink and picks up a menu. "But, regardless...let's eat."


To be continued...