"Yes!" Chance shouted triumphantly as the old rig's engine roared to life,
"finally where getting somewhere with this heap of junk!"
Of course the alarm had to choose that very moment to interrupt.
"Aww crud!" Chance shouted thumping the dashboard, "we'll never get this thing started again!"
"Sorry buddy," Jake said reaching for the phone, "duty calls. Yes Miss Briggs?" he said into the phone.
"Hey guys, the Pastmaster is up to something, get down here! We need you!"
"Gotcha Miss Briggs, we're on it!"
"Come on, let's go! And turn off the truck!"
"Couldn't we leave it on? We'll never get it started again!"
Jake jogged over to the truck, reached over, and turned off the key. The truck's engine grinded to a halt, "No. Come on lets go!"
The two of them bolted down into the hanger and suited up with well practiced ease.
Once in the Turbokat and streaking across the sky towards a column of smoke rising from the city, Razor explained the situation, "Our favorite little purple goblin is up to something again."
"Aww crud. Let's try not to get zapped back into pre-history this time."
"Roger that buddy."
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"Jackass," Chris mumbled as she strode out of Ferals office. Their meeting had been less than useful to her. The whole thing started on a bad note when Feral had demeaned that she give up her gun to the Enforcers (she had it strapped around her waist in it's holster) stating, "it is against Megakat city code to carry a concealed weapon."
She refused to do so, saying, "Firstly, it's not concealed, secondly, I've got a permit," and she thossed the permits onto his desk. He looked briefly over them before thrusting them back to her mumbling lamely, "Well, I suppose we can make an exception."
He had scoffed when she had said she was a bounty hunter, and laughed at her when she said she was looking for information on the SWAT Kat's. "Listen," he had said trying to sound kind and grandfatherly, "why don't you play 'bounty hunter' with some less dangerous criminals and leave the SWAT Kat's to the Enforcers?"
"With all due respect sir," she spat out the word sir, "bite me." She spun on her heal and strode out of his office.
Which left her where she was now, driving her motorcycle aimlessly around downtown Megakat City trying to swallow her anger and find a hotel.
Then she noticed the column of smoke rising from the skyline just north of her. "This looks interesting," she said to herself and sped off towards the now visible flames. She met no traffic going north, all other vehicles were southbound trying to get away from whatever was going on to the north. Nobody stopped her from riding directly into the action.
The first thing Chris noticed after she skidded to a halt and looked around was a large black jet landed in the middle of the street. A blue and red motorcycle was parked near by. Standing in front of the jet with their backs to her were who Chris presumed to be the SWAT Kats. They were standing with their feet spread wide and their tails thrashing madly about shouting threats and firing at something she couldn't see.
She pulled her gun and crept up behind them, unnoticed. She was close now, within ten feet or so. Now five feet. Suddenly, a loud smashing sound was heard coming from beneath her feet, she had stepped on a large piece of broken glass. Immediacy the smaller kat, who she presumed was Razor, spun around and aimed his weapon at her. She aimed her weapon at the larger kat, T-bone.
Razors eyes widened in surprise at seeing Chris, but his mask hid it, or at least made it impossible for her to read the expression clearly. "Drop it," she said coldly, "or else I shoot him," she gestured towards T-bone. Who at this point turned around to see what was going on, only to come face to face with the barrel of Chris' gun.
"Don't do this. You're making a mistake," Razor pleaded.
"Am I?" she asked, "Doesn't seem to me like stopping Megakat City's biggest super villain is a mistake. Drop your weapon. You too," she said to T- bone, "Come on, hurry up, I haven't got all day."
Slowly Razor pulled off his glovatrix and dropped it on the ground. He nodded to T-bone who did the same.
T-bone growled, "We're not villains. We're the closest thing this city's got to hero."
"We protect kat's," Razor added.
"You don't get bounties as big as the ones you've got on your heads by protecting kat's. I think you'd get something more like an Enforcers badge for protecting kat's."
"Do you see any Enforcers around her!" T-bone yelled, "look!" he gestured to the other end of the street where they had been shooting, "Did you see any Enforcers around when that was happening!?"
Chris looked in the direction T-bone was gesturing. "No wonder you guy's have a bounty that large on your heads," she wrinkled her nose, "you disgust me."
The two SWAT Kat's looked to the end of the street where the Pastmaster had stood with his watch only moments ago. Instead of the ugly, skeletal goblin standing there, an old kat was lying on the pavement, blood running from an open wound in his chest. A small kitten was holding onto his collar crying and screaming, "Grandpa! Grandpa! Wake up Grandpa! Wake up!"
Chris' voice was hard when she next spoke, "So this is what you do, murder helpless kat's and then what? Rob them? Or do you just do it for your own sick enjoyment?"
As she spoke a cluster of Enforcer squad cars rounded a corner and came blaring into sight. They screeched to a halt a few feet from where Chris and the SWAT Kat's were standing.
"Step aside!" Feral shouted as he steped out of his squad car, "The Enforcers will handle this!"
Despite his situation, T-bone rolled his eyes, that line was getting old.
Feral noticed the two "dangerous vigilantes" for the first time, "SWAT Kats!" he shouted dramatically, and gestured to two Enforcers sanding nearby, "cuff them!"
The two Enforcers mover forward.
"Don't touch them!" Chris shouted at the now confused Enforcers, who looked to Feral for support.
"Stand down, these criminals belong to us!"
"Yeah right! I captured them, but if you cuff them I don't get my bounty."
"You are standing in the way of the Enforcers and preventing my men from doing their job! That alone is grounds for arrest! Release these kat's to us and I will let you go! Otherwise we will be forced to take action against you!"
"Not on your life," Chris spat, with one swift movement she tucked her toe under one of the glovatrixes and kicked it into T-bones arms, she did the same with Razor's, then turned and ran for cover behind the jet.
The two enforcers who had moved in to hand-cuff T-bone and Razor dove in to grab the two before they could get a hold of their weapons. Razor nimbly dodged the oncoming Enforcer, spun and kicked is legs out from underneath him. The second enforcer had landed on T-bones back and had his arms around T-bones neck. Razor punched him in the nose and he slumped down to the ground.
The two of them ran for the cover of their jet, where Chris was already crouching. As they ran Razor slipped his hand into his glovatrix, it went in too easily, T-bone could only fit his first two knuckles into his glovatrix. With out missing a beat the two of them glanced at each other then tossed they're glovatrixes to each other, the two weapons passed in mid air, then landed in they're rightful owners arms.
"T-bone, we've got to help that old man!"
"Ok, I'll cover you," T-bone spun around and jumped behind a row of newspaper stands, peaking over the edge with his glovatrix aimed at the row of Enforcers.
Razor ran towards the old kat, his mind racing through a million scenarios how his could have happened.
Razor was feet away from the old kat when he and the young kitten suddenly exploded in a mass of purple flames. The shockwave sent him flying backwards. He ducked and rolled over to where T-bone was crouching behind the newspaper stands. The two watched in amazement as the flames died down and in their place stood the Pastmaster.
T-bone quickly fired a net at the little goblin but he dodged it and shouted, "You are no match for me and will never be a match for me! Soon, when the time is right," his watch glinted in the sunlight, "I will be more powerful than ever before!" He threw his arms into the air and shouted something in an ancient dialect, and a dragon swooped down, picked up the Pastmaster and lifted him up into the air.
The SWAT Kats spun and ran for their jet, leaping up into the cockpit.
Razor turned to flip a switch on and saw Chris standing on the pavement watching them, he shouted, "thanks!" to her before the cockpit cover shut and the jet shot vertically upwards into the sky.
This left Chris standing on the pavement with the Enforcers. "Get her!" Feral shouted to the Enforcers standing around him.
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The Turbokat sped across the sky quickly gaining on the dragon.
"Got a lock on that thing yet?" T-bone shouted to Razor.
"Easy target," Razor answered, "but were still too close to the city. If that thing goes down, it's going to go down hard."
"I can fix that," T-bone pushed the Turbokat to an even faster speed. They quickly gained on the dragon. T-bone slowed the jet slightly so that they were moving the same speed as the dragon, and flipped the jet over so it was up side down. This brought the SWAT Kat's face to bony face with the Pastmaster.
T-bone turned the plane hard to the left so it flipped under the dragon, clipping one of it's wings and throwing it of balance. T-bone then brought the plane up hard underneath the dragon, throwing it even more off balance. The Pastmaster clung to the dragon with all his might, shouting orders in that weird ancient dialect. The dragon grabbed the jet's wing.
T-bone hit the throttle and the jet, with dragon and Pastmaster attached, went streaking off towards the desert.
T-bone struggled with the controls of the jet, "Tell that thing to hold still! If it doesn't stop moving were going to crash!"
"This I can handle," Razor started arming an electric shock missile, "maybe."
"Maybe? What do you mean maybe?"
"This will either disable the dragon, or really piss him off."
The jet lurched suddenly, and began to shake uncontrollably, "whatever you do, do it fast! This thing is going to pull the plane apart!"
"Just have to program it so that I control the path of the rocket, almost got it, now! Electric rockets, away!" Razor hit a button and a small rocket shot out of a launcher on the bottom of the Turbokat, circled around and hit the dragon in the side, just below the wing. A surge of electricity shot out of the rocket and entered the dragon's body. The dragon roared and released the jet, and began tumbling through the air.
"Yes!" T-bone shouted, regaining total control of the jet. He pushed the jet into a dive after the tumbling dragon. Suddenly a swirling purple portal appeared just below the tumbling dragon. The dragon and Pastmaster fell into it, and it disappeared.
"Crud!" T-bone shouted, slamming his fist into the Plexiglas cockpit window. "We were so close!"
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"Get her!" Feral shouted to the Enforcers standing around him.
Chris warily watched the Enforcers slowly approaching her, 'this is not good,' she thought. She looked around, a phrase she remembered from science class flashed randomly though her head, fight or flight?
There were over 20 Enforcers around her, fight was out of the question.
That left flight.
Her motorcycle was 10 feet to the right of her, facing down the street away from the Enforcers. She realized that the red motorcycle was sitting a few feet to the right of her, apparently left by the SWAT Kats She wondered vaguely if she could run faster than the Enforcers and make it to her motorcycle. Not a chance, she thought. She was fast, but not that fast. She spun and jumped onto the SWAT Kat's motorcycle, started it, hit the throttle, stalled it, swore, re started it, and took off seconds before the Enforcers grabbed her.
"Get in your cars! Chase her!" Feral shouted jumping into his own squad car and lead a pack of 5 or 6 cars down the street after her.
'This is bad,' she thought again to herself. She went over her list of disadvantages in her head. One, she didn't know the city, two, there was one of her and 20 of them, three, well, there probably was a third disadvantage to her but she couldn't figure out what it was just then. Ok, what where her advantages? One, she wasn't on foot. It's hardly an advantage but it was the best she could do at the time.
'This is very bad,' she thought to herself. She glanced at the speedometer, 'this motorcycle goes very fast,' she thought to herself, ''I knew I had more advantages.''
She popped into the next gear and gunned it, weaving in and out of what little traffic there was. "I wish I knew where I was going," she wondered out loud. She heard a beeping should and glanced down where the speedometer was only moments ago, in it's place was a tiny computer screen. Displayed on it was a map of the city, a red dot flashed on it, mapping her position. A flurry of blue dots marked the road just behind her, the enforcers. "GPS," she said out loud, "high tech. I wish it could tell me the best way to get out of this."
A red line appeared, weaving in and out of the streets. "Wow!"
"Turn right," a mechanical voice instructed her.
"It talks too?!" she said as she skidded around the corner, "I gotta get me one of these!"
"Left," the voice ordered.
She squealed around a corner and down a narrow alleyway dodging trashcans and piles of discarded newspapers.
She glanced at the screen, a blue dot was located just ahead of her.
She hit the throttle, the end of the alley was just ahead of her. The GPS map said to cross the street at the end of the alley and shoot down the next one. Trouble was, the Enforcer cruiser was in the way.
Chris leaned back and yanked the front wheel off the ground and the motorcycle wheelied over the top of the cruiser, breaking the windshield and smashing in most of the hood. She landed safely on the other side and took off down the next alleyway.
The Enforcer in the cruiser recovered quickly and turned down the alley after her. He pushed the stuck together safety glass of the windshield away and fired his gun at her. Bullets ricochet off the walls around her and a few hit the black of the motorcycle, making dents and ruining the paint job but otherwise not doing any major damage.
"Hostility detected," the mechanical voice calmly stated.
"No shit!" Chris shouted at the computer. Damn, now what was she supposed to do? She couldn't shoot her gun backwards off motorcycles, she doubted anybody could, it just wasn't possible.
"Suggested defense: Cement missiles," the mechanical voice continued.
"huh? Wow this things got missiles too?!" She glanced at the screen and wondered how she was supposed to arm the missiles. Then an idea hit her, if this thing could talk, maybe it could listen too."
"Uh, arm cement missiles?" She asked the computer. She felt the balance of the motorcycle shift slightly, she glanced behind her and saw a small missile launcher unfold out of the rear fender. Now, how to aim the thing?
"Helmet not detected," the computer said. Helmet? Chris remembered the SWAT Kat's outfits, they had helmets on their heads, there must be something in there that could some how aim the missile.
"Manual aim," she ordered the motorcycle, the screen changed from the GPS street map to a real time picture of the Enforcer cruiser behind her. Quickly, she let go of the handle bar with her left hand, and taped the screen with her paw, then grabbed the handlebar again.
"Fire," she ordered.
A wad of cement shot out of the launcher and hit the tire of the cruiser stopping it in it's tracks.
"Right," the computer ordered her, she turned right and rode away to safety.
Once she was sure there were no Enforcers following her she drove to the scrap yard and wondered about her next challenge. How was she going to get her own motorcycle back? (the Enforcers had impounded it for sure) And how was she going to get this motorcycle back to the SWAT Kat's?
Of course the alarm had to choose that very moment to interrupt.
"Aww crud!" Chance shouted thumping the dashboard, "we'll never get this thing started again!"
"Sorry buddy," Jake said reaching for the phone, "duty calls. Yes Miss Briggs?" he said into the phone.
"Hey guys, the Pastmaster is up to something, get down here! We need you!"
"Gotcha Miss Briggs, we're on it!"
"Come on, let's go! And turn off the truck!"
"Couldn't we leave it on? We'll never get it started again!"
Jake jogged over to the truck, reached over, and turned off the key. The truck's engine grinded to a halt, "No. Come on lets go!"
The two of them bolted down into the hanger and suited up with well practiced ease.
Once in the Turbokat and streaking across the sky towards a column of smoke rising from the city, Razor explained the situation, "Our favorite little purple goblin is up to something again."
"Aww crud. Let's try not to get zapped back into pre-history this time."
"Roger that buddy."
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"Jackass," Chris mumbled as she strode out of Ferals office. Their meeting had been less than useful to her. The whole thing started on a bad note when Feral had demeaned that she give up her gun to the Enforcers (she had it strapped around her waist in it's holster) stating, "it is against Megakat city code to carry a concealed weapon."
She refused to do so, saying, "Firstly, it's not concealed, secondly, I've got a permit," and she thossed the permits onto his desk. He looked briefly over them before thrusting them back to her mumbling lamely, "Well, I suppose we can make an exception."
He had scoffed when she had said she was a bounty hunter, and laughed at her when she said she was looking for information on the SWAT Kat's. "Listen," he had said trying to sound kind and grandfatherly, "why don't you play 'bounty hunter' with some less dangerous criminals and leave the SWAT Kat's to the Enforcers?"
"With all due respect sir," she spat out the word sir, "bite me." She spun on her heal and strode out of his office.
Which left her where she was now, driving her motorcycle aimlessly around downtown Megakat City trying to swallow her anger and find a hotel.
Then she noticed the column of smoke rising from the skyline just north of her. "This looks interesting," she said to herself and sped off towards the now visible flames. She met no traffic going north, all other vehicles were southbound trying to get away from whatever was going on to the north. Nobody stopped her from riding directly into the action.
The first thing Chris noticed after she skidded to a halt and looked around was a large black jet landed in the middle of the street. A blue and red motorcycle was parked near by. Standing in front of the jet with their backs to her were who Chris presumed to be the SWAT Kats. They were standing with their feet spread wide and their tails thrashing madly about shouting threats and firing at something she couldn't see.
She pulled her gun and crept up behind them, unnoticed. She was close now, within ten feet or so. Now five feet. Suddenly, a loud smashing sound was heard coming from beneath her feet, she had stepped on a large piece of broken glass. Immediacy the smaller kat, who she presumed was Razor, spun around and aimed his weapon at her. She aimed her weapon at the larger kat, T-bone.
Razors eyes widened in surprise at seeing Chris, but his mask hid it, or at least made it impossible for her to read the expression clearly. "Drop it," she said coldly, "or else I shoot him," she gestured towards T-bone. Who at this point turned around to see what was going on, only to come face to face with the barrel of Chris' gun.
"Don't do this. You're making a mistake," Razor pleaded.
"Am I?" she asked, "Doesn't seem to me like stopping Megakat City's biggest super villain is a mistake. Drop your weapon. You too," she said to T- bone, "Come on, hurry up, I haven't got all day."
Slowly Razor pulled off his glovatrix and dropped it on the ground. He nodded to T-bone who did the same.
T-bone growled, "We're not villains. We're the closest thing this city's got to hero."
"We protect kat's," Razor added.
"You don't get bounties as big as the ones you've got on your heads by protecting kat's. I think you'd get something more like an Enforcers badge for protecting kat's."
"Do you see any Enforcers around her!" T-bone yelled, "look!" he gestured to the other end of the street where they had been shooting, "Did you see any Enforcers around when that was happening!?"
Chris looked in the direction T-bone was gesturing. "No wonder you guy's have a bounty that large on your heads," she wrinkled her nose, "you disgust me."
The two SWAT Kat's looked to the end of the street where the Pastmaster had stood with his watch only moments ago. Instead of the ugly, skeletal goblin standing there, an old kat was lying on the pavement, blood running from an open wound in his chest. A small kitten was holding onto his collar crying and screaming, "Grandpa! Grandpa! Wake up Grandpa! Wake up!"
Chris' voice was hard when she next spoke, "So this is what you do, murder helpless kat's and then what? Rob them? Or do you just do it for your own sick enjoyment?"
As she spoke a cluster of Enforcer squad cars rounded a corner and came blaring into sight. They screeched to a halt a few feet from where Chris and the SWAT Kat's were standing.
"Step aside!" Feral shouted as he steped out of his squad car, "The Enforcers will handle this!"
Despite his situation, T-bone rolled his eyes, that line was getting old.
Feral noticed the two "dangerous vigilantes" for the first time, "SWAT Kats!" he shouted dramatically, and gestured to two Enforcers sanding nearby, "cuff them!"
The two Enforcers mover forward.
"Don't touch them!" Chris shouted at the now confused Enforcers, who looked to Feral for support.
"Stand down, these criminals belong to us!"
"Yeah right! I captured them, but if you cuff them I don't get my bounty."
"You are standing in the way of the Enforcers and preventing my men from doing their job! That alone is grounds for arrest! Release these kat's to us and I will let you go! Otherwise we will be forced to take action against you!"
"Not on your life," Chris spat, with one swift movement she tucked her toe under one of the glovatrixes and kicked it into T-bones arms, she did the same with Razor's, then turned and ran for cover behind the jet.
The two enforcers who had moved in to hand-cuff T-bone and Razor dove in to grab the two before they could get a hold of their weapons. Razor nimbly dodged the oncoming Enforcer, spun and kicked is legs out from underneath him. The second enforcer had landed on T-bones back and had his arms around T-bones neck. Razor punched him in the nose and he slumped down to the ground.
The two of them ran for the cover of their jet, where Chris was already crouching. As they ran Razor slipped his hand into his glovatrix, it went in too easily, T-bone could only fit his first two knuckles into his glovatrix. With out missing a beat the two of them glanced at each other then tossed they're glovatrixes to each other, the two weapons passed in mid air, then landed in they're rightful owners arms.
"T-bone, we've got to help that old man!"
"Ok, I'll cover you," T-bone spun around and jumped behind a row of newspaper stands, peaking over the edge with his glovatrix aimed at the row of Enforcers.
Razor ran towards the old kat, his mind racing through a million scenarios how his could have happened.
Razor was feet away from the old kat when he and the young kitten suddenly exploded in a mass of purple flames. The shockwave sent him flying backwards. He ducked and rolled over to where T-bone was crouching behind the newspaper stands. The two watched in amazement as the flames died down and in their place stood the Pastmaster.
T-bone quickly fired a net at the little goblin but he dodged it and shouted, "You are no match for me and will never be a match for me! Soon, when the time is right," his watch glinted in the sunlight, "I will be more powerful than ever before!" He threw his arms into the air and shouted something in an ancient dialect, and a dragon swooped down, picked up the Pastmaster and lifted him up into the air.
The SWAT Kats spun and ran for their jet, leaping up into the cockpit.
Razor turned to flip a switch on and saw Chris standing on the pavement watching them, he shouted, "thanks!" to her before the cockpit cover shut and the jet shot vertically upwards into the sky.
This left Chris standing on the pavement with the Enforcers. "Get her!" Feral shouted to the Enforcers standing around him.
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The Turbokat sped across the sky quickly gaining on the dragon.
"Got a lock on that thing yet?" T-bone shouted to Razor.
"Easy target," Razor answered, "but were still too close to the city. If that thing goes down, it's going to go down hard."
"I can fix that," T-bone pushed the Turbokat to an even faster speed. They quickly gained on the dragon. T-bone slowed the jet slightly so that they were moving the same speed as the dragon, and flipped the jet over so it was up side down. This brought the SWAT Kat's face to bony face with the Pastmaster.
T-bone turned the plane hard to the left so it flipped under the dragon, clipping one of it's wings and throwing it of balance. T-bone then brought the plane up hard underneath the dragon, throwing it even more off balance. The Pastmaster clung to the dragon with all his might, shouting orders in that weird ancient dialect. The dragon grabbed the jet's wing.
T-bone hit the throttle and the jet, with dragon and Pastmaster attached, went streaking off towards the desert.
T-bone struggled with the controls of the jet, "Tell that thing to hold still! If it doesn't stop moving were going to crash!"
"This I can handle," Razor started arming an electric shock missile, "maybe."
"Maybe? What do you mean maybe?"
"This will either disable the dragon, or really piss him off."
The jet lurched suddenly, and began to shake uncontrollably, "whatever you do, do it fast! This thing is going to pull the plane apart!"
"Just have to program it so that I control the path of the rocket, almost got it, now! Electric rockets, away!" Razor hit a button and a small rocket shot out of a launcher on the bottom of the Turbokat, circled around and hit the dragon in the side, just below the wing. A surge of electricity shot out of the rocket and entered the dragon's body. The dragon roared and released the jet, and began tumbling through the air.
"Yes!" T-bone shouted, regaining total control of the jet. He pushed the jet into a dive after the tumbling dragon. Suddenly a swirling purple portal appeared just below the tumbling dragon. The dragon and Pastmaster fell into it, and it disappeared.
"Crud!" T-bone shouted, slamming his fist into the Plexiglas cockpit window. "We were so close!"
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"Get her!" Feral shouted to the Enforcers standing around him.
Chris warily watched the Enforcers slowly approaching her, 'this is not good,' she thought. She looked around, a phrase she remembered from science class flashed randomly though her head, fight or flight?
There were over 20 Enforcers around her, fight was out of the question.
That left flight.
Her motorcycle was 10 feet to the right of her, facing down the street away from the Enforcers. She realized that the red motorcycle was sitting a few feet to the right of her, apparently left by the SWAT Kats She wondered vaguely if she could run faster than the Enforcers and make it to her motorcycle. Not a chance, she thought. She was fast, but not that fast. She spun and jumped onto the SWAT Kat's motorcycle, started it, hit the throttle, stalled it, swore, re started it, and took off seconds before the Enforcers grabbed her.
"Get in your cars! Chase her!" Feral shouted jumping into his own squad car and lead a pack of 5 or 6 cars down the street after her.
'This is bad,' she thought again to herself. She went over her list of disadvantages in her head. One, she didn't know the city, two, there was one of her and 20 of them, three, well, there probably was a third disadvantage to her but she couldn't figure out what it was just then. Ok, what where her advantages? One, she wasn't on foot. It's hardly an advantage but it was the best she could do at the time.
'This is very bad,' she thought to herself. She glanced at the speedometer, 'this motorcycle goes very fast,' she thought to herself, ''I knew I had more advantages.''
She popped into the next gear and gunned it, weaving in and out of what little traffic there was. "I wish I knew where I was going," she wondered out loud. She heard a beeping should and glanced down where the speedometer was only moments ago, in it's place was a tiny computer screen. Displayed on it was a map of the city, a red dot flashed on it, mapping her position. A flurry of blue dots marked the road just behind her, the enforcers. "GPS," she said out loud, "high tech. I wish it could tell me the best way to get out of this."
A red line appeared, weaving in and out of the streets. "Wow!"
"Turn right," a mechanical voice instructed her.
"It talks too?!" she said as she skidded around the corner, "I gotta get me one of these!"
"Left," the voice ordered.
She squealed around a corner and down a narrow alleyway dodging trashcans and piles of discarded newspapers.
She glanced at the screen, a blue dot was located just ahead of her.
She hit the throttle, the end of the alley was just ahead of her. The GPS map said to cross the street at the end of the alley and shoot down the next one. Trouble was, the Enforcer cruiser was in the way.
Chris leaned back and yanked the front wheel off the ground and the motorcycle wheelied over the top of the cruiser, breaking the windshield and smashing in most of the hood. She landed safely on the other side and took off down the next alleyway.
The Enforcer in the cruiser recovered quickly and turned down the alley after her. He pushed the stuck together safety glass of the windshield away and fired his gun at her. Bullets ricochet off the walls around her and a few hit the black of the motorcycle, making dents and ruining the paint job but otherwise not doing any major damage.
"Hostility detected," the mechanical voice calmly stated.
"No shit!" Chris shouted at the computer. Damn, now what was she supposed to do? She couldn't shoot her gun backwards off motorcycles, she doubted anybody could, it just wasn't possible.
"Suggested defense: Cement missiles," the mechanical voice continued.
"huh? Wow this things got missiles too?!" She glanced at the screen and wondered how she was supposed to arm the missiles. Then an idea hit her, if this thing could talk, maybe it could listen too."
"Uh, arm cement missiles?" She asked the computer. She felt the balance of the motorcycle shift slightly, she glanced behind her and saw a small missile launcher unfold out of the rear fender. Now, how to aim the thing?
"Helmet not detected," the computer said. Helmet? Chris remembered the SWAT Kat's outfits, they had helmets on their heads, there must be something in there that could some how aim the missile.
"Manual aim," she ordered the motorcycle, the screen changed from the GPS street map to a real time picture of the Enforcer cruiser behind her. Quickly, she let go of the handle bar with her left hand, and taped the screen with her paw, then grabbed the handlebar again.
"Fire," she ordered.
A wad of cement shot out of the launcher and hit the tire of the cruiser stopping it in it's tracks.
"Right," the computer ordered her, she turned right and rode away to safety.
Once she was sure there were no Enforcers following her she drove to the scrap yard and wondered about her next challenge. How was she going to get her own motorcycle back? (the Enforcers had impounded it for sure) And how was she going to get this motorcycle back to the SWAT Kat's?