SECRETS REVEALED
by KS Claw
a/n: well for one thing I got bored, and I am horrible when it comes to that. Another thing is, this was a thing that
came to me after I had read a issue of my Spiderman comics and well...this is the result of it.
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The wind blew harshly through the streets of MegaKat City, making every inch and bone freeze
of whatever the wind met.
But not many where out this night.
A elder she-kat was walking down the street, packed in a warm coat that protected her against
the rough and cold december wind. Tugged to her chest was a bag filled with groceries and yarn
which she had bought in order to knit a sweater for her son, Chance and his friend Jake. At
this time of year, you could never have enough warm sweaters. But the she-kats
mind was focused on something else than yarn and knitting and sweaters. She thoughtfully looked
down on a second bag she had along with the groceries. In the bag was the torn remains of a
uniform. The same kind of flight-uniform like that of a SWAT KAT. She sighed as she thought
back on the days earlier events....
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".....And once again it seems the SWAT KATS have defeated the Metallikats, though it was not
without consequences. T-bone, the pilot of the Turbokat, was badly wounded in a hand-to-hand
combat with the cyborg Mac Metallikat. His partner and arms-officer Razor, had no comments to
us on his health. More on this on the 6 o'clock news."
-click-
Anitha Furlong sighed as she turned off the TV. Those no good SWAT KATS. They where after her
opinion no better than the villains they where fighting. She knew they had saved the city more
than once, and she was grateful for that. But it made her uncomfortable to think about how no one knew these kats real
identity! She cast a glance upon a picture-frame on the table next to the couch, where a picture with that of a burly
tomkat with a calm smirk and a cocky glimpt in his eyes was inframed. She took it up and held it close. She had lost her
husband, Robert Furlong the year before her son, Chance went to the Enforcer Academy. He had been a Enforcer-sergent, a
good and loving husband, and a good fighter when it came to a such situation. But that had not saved his life.
One evening while Chance had been out to watch a wrestling-game with his friend Jake, Robert had been called out to duty
on a bankrobbery. The robber had kept hostages and when Robert and a few other enforcers went to save them, the robber
had run amock.
Robert had been among the first that where shot. The robber had gotten away and Anitha and Chance had been called to the
hospital. And there, they witnessed the loss of a husband and a father.
That had been 5 years ago. Things had gotten easier to bear, but it still hurt.
Anitha snapped out of her thoughts as she heard the egg-alarm in the kitchen which informed that the cookies she had been
baking where ready to get out of the oven. She smiled and went out in the kitchen to get everything done. She had planned
a surprise visit at the garage where Chance and Jake had been working ever since that incident 3 years ago, when the
villain known as Dark Kat had tried to bomb Enforcer HQ. Feral had wanted the honor of catching Dark Kat, and had
therefore sent Chance and Jake crashing so their jet crashed into the top building of Enforcer HQ. Anitha narrowed her
eyes in disgust. Feral would have arrested his own brother if it meant honor to himself!
She shook her head as she took the cookies out and placed them on the counter where she would let them cool off for
half an hour before she would go and visit her son and his friend. She chuckled at the thought. Wouldn't he be surprised.
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It seemed no one was at home when Anitha arrived at the Salvage Yard and went to the garage itself. But when she tried
the doorhandle, the door easily opened. Frowning, she stepped inside and looked around. Everything was dark, and no one
answered when she called out.
"Hello? Anyone home? Chance? Jake??" No answer.
Slowly, she went inside and closed the door behind her. She made a tiny smile seeing how messy a things where. Typical
bachelor-home she thought with a chuckle. A old pizza was on the counter, though not that old that it got flies attracted,
and a glass half-filled with water stood in the sink along with some dirty dishes.
Anitha let it be as she decided to go and look upstairs to see anyone was around there. "Chance? Jake? Anyone?" She
called out again as she was heading up the stairs to the upper part of the garage.
"Nnnn....."
She stopped and perked her ears hearing the sound. It sounded like the moan of a wounded person. Perhaps someone was
hurt!? She hadn't seen the pick-up truck the boys used for emergencies such a broken down cars and the like. Maybe
one of them was out to get help?
"I better check this out." She thought and walked up the stairs where she noted a half-open door. It leaded into a room
where a wounded kat lay on the bed, out cold. It was Chance!
Anithas eyes widened in shock and horror as she saw the injuries of the large kat. He was laying on his stomach, his
chest, upper arm and left thigh professionally tied up in bandages, a blue mark around his eye showed someone had
apparently mistaken him for a punch-bag but had not cared about it. Another similar mark was on his lower back and his
other arm, but all the damages faded to minor scratches when Anitha saw something else on the floor. She bend down and
picked up what looked like a torn rag...but it was more than that. It was a suit. A pilot suit. Like that of a SWAT
KAT.....and what was left of it was just enough to fit for Chance!
She only half-remembered how she picked up the suit, stuffed it in a bag and then left the
garage. She needed time to think over what she had just discovered.
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Chance moaned softly as he woke up when Jake arrived. They had run out of medical kit so Jake
had been off to get more. He groaned as he managed to sit up, and Jake bumped down on the bed
next to him.
"Dun worry Chance, it's gonna be fine." The brown kat muttered, bandaging Chance up on the spots
he had missed before running out of gaze. "You'll heal up like always." Chance barked a laughter
before cringing from the pain in his ribs.
"Your making it sound like I'm dying and not out of a fight I had with Mac!"
Jake half-grinned in response. "Well it never hurts to be over-caring!"
"As long as you don't hug me. My ribs are being a pain." The yellow kat responded with a
chuckle. Jake only grinned back and continued on taking care of his friend's wounds. Then he
noted something out of the corner of his eye that he hadn't seen when he had entered the room.
"Chance, where's your suit?" The yellow kat blinked and frowned. "I dunno..didn't you throw it
in a corner or something?"
"No I'm sure it was laying here on the floor when I dragged you up here..." Chance shrugged.
"Nevermind. We got extras and that one was too ruined to be repaired anyway. That Mac got a too
mean punch!"
Jake frowned, but didn't say anything.
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Feral huffed as he was writing out the invitations to the annual Enforcer Christmas Ball. It
was annoying him greatly that he had to invite the 2 hotshots Clawson and Furlong. Those 2 had
been a pain in his tail ever since they had first set a paw on the Enforcer Academy. But he had
given them both a chance due to their origins. Clawson had a brother among the lieutenants and
Sergent Robert Furlong was well respected in his ranks. It had been a loss when he lost his life
2 years after his son had gotten into the academy.
He decided to write them in for an invitation along with their family. It was afterall christmas
so he might as well show some holiday-spirit.
His pen lightly danced across the paper as he wrote their names on the invitations, carefully
blew the ink dry and put them in a envelope.
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Hard Drive smirked as he slowly creeped through the computer-systems of the Enforcer HQ.
According to these files, there was going to be a Christmas Ball. And everyone was invited.
"How goodie!" The electric crook sniggered as he in a burst of an electric wave shot through a
computer, observing it's energy so it went dead, loosing everything that had been started on.
"That means I can come along! And I loooove parties!!"
And should the SWAT KATS show up, the techno-crook had a plan to use against them.
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by KS Claw
a/n: well for one thing I got bored, and I am horrible when it comes to that. Another thing is, this was a thing that
came to me after I had read a issue of my Spiderman comics and well...this is the result of it.
-------------------------------------------------
The wind blew harshly through the streets of MegaKat City, making every inch and bone freeze
of whatever the wind met.
But not many where out this night.
A elder she-kat was walking down the street, packed in a warm coat that protected her against
the rough and cold december wind. Tugged to her chest was a bag filled with groceries and yarn
which she had bought in order to knit a sweater for her son, Chance and his friend Jake. At
this time of year, you could never have enough warm sweaters. But the she-kats
mind was focused on something else than yarn and knitting and sweaters. She thoughtfully looked
down on a second bag she had along with the groceries. In the bag was the torn remains of a
uniform. The same kind of flight-uniform like that of a SWAT KAT. She sighed as she thought
back on the days earlier events....
--------------------------------------------------
".....And once again it seems the SWAT KATS have defeated the Metallikats, though it was not
without consequences. T-bone, the pilot of the Turbokat, was badly wounded in a hand-to-hand
combat with the cyborg Mac Metallikat. His partner and arms-officer Razor, had no comments to
us on his health. More on this on the 6 o'clock news."
-click-
Anitha Furlong sighed as she turned off the TV. Those no good SWAT KATS. They where after her
opinion no better than the villains they where fighting. She knew they had saved the city more
than once, and she was grateful for that. But it made her uncomfortable to think about how no one knew these kats real
identity! She cast a glance upon a picture-frame on the table next to the couch, where a picture with that of a burly
tomkat with a calm smirk and a cocky glimpt in his eyes was inframed. She took it up and held it close. She had lost her
husband, Robert Furlong the year before her son, Chance went to the Enforcer Academy. He had been a Enforcer-sergent, a
good and loving husband, and a good fighter when it came to a such situation. But that had not saved his life.
One evening while Chance had been out to watch a wrestling-game with his friend Jake, Robert had been called out to duty
on a bankrobbery. The robber had kept hostages and when Robert and a few other enforcers went to save them, the robber
had run amock.
Robert had been among the first that where shot. The robber had gotten away and Anitha and Chance had been called to the
hospital. And there, they witnessed the loss of a husband and a father.
That had been 5 years ago. Things had gotten easier to bear, but it still hurt.
Anitha snapped out of her thoughts as she heard the egg-alarm in the kitchen which informed that the cookies she had been
baking where ready to get out of the oven. She smiled and went out in the kitchen to get everything done. She had planned
a surprise visit at the garage where Chance and Jake had been working ever since that incident 3 years ago, when the
villain known as Dark Kat had tried to bomb Enforcer HQ. Feral had wanted the honor of catching Dark Kat, and had
therefore sent Chance and Jake crashing so their jet crashed into the top building of Enforcer HQ. Anitha narrowed her
eyes in disgust. Feral would have arrested his own brother if it meant honor to himself!
She shook her head as she took the cookies out and placed them on the counter where she would let them cool off for
half an hour before she would go and visit her son and his friend. She chuckled at the thought. Wouldn't he be surprised.
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It seemed no one was at home when Anitha arrived at the Salvage Yard and went to the garage itself. But when she tried
the doorhandle, the door easily opened. Frowning, she stepped inside and looked around. Everything was dark, and no one
answered when she called out.
"Hello? Anyone home? Chance? Jake??" No answer.
Slowly, she went inside and closed the door behind her. She made a tiny smile seeing how messy a things where. Typical
bachelor-home she thought with a chuckle. A old pizza was on the counter, though not that old that it got flies attracted,
and a glass half-filled with water stood in the sink along with some dirty dishes.
Anitha let it be as she decided to go and look upstairs to see anyone was around there. "Chance? Jake? Anyone?" She
called out again as she was heading up the stairs to the upper part of the garage.
"Nnnn....."
She stopped and perked her ears hearing the sound. It sounded like the moan of a wounded person. Perhaps someone was
hurt!? She hadn't seen the pick-up truck the boys used for emergencies such a broken down cars and the like. Maybe
one of them was out to get help?
"I better check this out." She thought and walked up the stairs where she noted a half-open door. It leaded into a room
where a wounded kat lay on the bed, out cold. It was Chance!
Anithas eyes widened in shock and horror as she saw the injuries of the large kat. He was laying on his stomach, his
chest, upper arm and left thigh professionally tied up in bandages, a blue mark around his eye showed someone had
apparently mistaken him for a punch-bag but had not cared about it. Another similar mark was on his lower back and his
other arm, but all the damages faded to minor scratches when Anitha saw something else on the floor. She bend down and
picked up what looked like a torn rag...but it was more than that. It was a suit. A pilot suit. Like that of a SWAT
KAT.....and what was left of it was just enough to fit for Chance!
She only half-remembered how she picked up the suit, stuffed it in a bag and then left the
garage. She needed time to think over what she had just discovered.
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Chance moaned softly as he woke up when Jake arrived. They had run out of medical kit so Jake
had been off to get more. He groaned as he managed to sit up, and Jake bumped down on the bed
next to him.
"Dun worry Chance, it's gonna be fine." The brown kat muttered, bandaging Chance up on the spots
he had missed before running out of gaze. "You'll heal up like always." Chance barked a laughter
before cringing from the pain in his ribs.
"Your making it sound like I'm dying and not out of a fight I had with Mac!"
Jake half-grinned in response. "Well it never hurts to be over-caring!"
"As long as you don't hug me. My ribs are being a pain." The yellow kat responded with a
chuckle. Jake only grinned back and continued on taking care of his friend's wounds. Then he
noted something out of the corner of his eye that he hadn't seen when he had entered the room.
"Chance, where's your suit?" The yellow kat blinked and frowned. "I dunno..didn't you throw it
in a corner or something?"
"No I'm sure it was laying here on the floor when I dragged you up here..." Chance shrugged.
"Nevermind. We got extras and that one was too ruined to be repaired anyway. That Mac got a too
mean punch!"
Jake frowned, but didn't say anything.
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Feral huffed as he was writing out the invitations to the annual Enforcer Christmas Ball. It
was annoying him greatly that he had to invite the 2 hotshots Clawson and Furlong. Those 2 had
been a pain in his tail ever since they had first set a paw on the Enforcer Academy. But he had
given them both a chance due to their origins. Clawson had a brother among the lieutenants and
Sergent Robert Furlong was well respected in his ranks. It had been a loss when he lost his life
2 years after his son had gotten into the academy.
He decided to write them in for an invitation along with their family. It was afterall christmas
so he might as well show some holiday-spirit.
His pen lightly danced across the paper as he wrote their names on the invitations, carefully
blew the ink dry and put them in a envelope.
---------------------------------------------------------------
Hard Drive smirked as he slowly creeped through the computer-systems of the Enforcer HQ.
According to these files, there was going to be a Christmas Ball. And everyone was invited.
"How goodie!" The electric crook sniggered as he in a burst of an electric wave shot through a
computer, observing it's energy so it went dead, loosing everything that had been started on.
"That means I can come along! And I loooove parties!!"
And should the SWAT KATS show up, the techno-crook had a plan to use against them.
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