Chapter 2:
"Well, we're off. The guys aren't here right now, but they should be back in a few minutes," Razor said. Billie jumped out of the cockpit and waved good bye. "Later guys!" she called as the canopy closed and the jet took off once more. "Nice guys," she said to herself. "Kinda remind me of some one though. Now who could possibly remind me of the SWAT Kats? Hah! That's moronic. Someone reminding me of the SWAT Kats. Ha ha! Okay, I'm done." Billie stood in the center of the room, looking around at the contents of the room. "I'll just stand here 'till they get back," she decided. Ten minutes later, Chance and Jake walked through the front door. "Hey guys," Billie said nervously. "Hey Billie. Heard your hotel was burnt to the ground. T-Bone an' Razor said they dropped you off here. You okay?" Chance asked. Billie nodded. "They caught me off guard."
"Yeah, we heard about that," Jake laughed. "Sit down, kid," Chance ordered. Billie sat down on the couch and stared at Chance. "What?" he asked. "Did they tell you...anything else?" Billie answered. "Only that you left your motorcycle at the Krystal Kat. Should there be anything else?" Jake asked. "No. Nadda. Yer good," Billie replied, folding her hands on her lap. She sighed and silently thanked T-Bone and Razor. "Well, we gotta get to work. We picked up yer motorcycle, it's out in the garage, go—buy some clothes or something," Chance said as he exited out the back door. "Yeah, sure, clothes," Billie confirmed. "Later." Jake patted her on the back. "Good luck," he said. "Good luck? In what?" Billie asked. "Your...uh...shopping," he stuttered. "See ya." Jake closed the door behind him. THUD Billie fell in a heap on the floor. "AH! We're breathing the same air!" She jumped back on her feet and ran her paw through her hair. "Gotta relax," she told herself. "Okay. I'm alone. In his space. What do I do?" Find his room! Find his room! her mind screamed. And read his diary! "NO! Ever herd of personal space?" she told herself. "Besides, I don't think he keeps one." Darn. "You know what? I'm going shopping," Billie said to herself. She felt her back pocket. Check wallet. All set. Charge! She mounted her motorcycle and sped away. She waved good bye to Chance and Jake when she left—although they probably didn't see her because they had their heads under the cars. She sped down the road and turned the corner. "HOLY FRIGGIN HELL!" she screamed. An enforcer car had been driving on the wrong side of the road, and she crashed head on into it. She-kat and bike flew sky high. Billie flew into the side of a cliff and her bike—let's just say, "Poor bike." She gasped. "My bike! Alas, poor David, I knew him well. He was a good bike. Then some guy comes and KILLS HIM!" she screamed. She turned around and her jaw dropped. The enforcer didn't even stop to see if she was okay. "I HATE the law! Thank Bast I didn't grow up to be a lawyer," she mumbled as she started her trip back to the salvage yard. When she arrived, she hurt all over and wanted to flop down onto the couch—but noooo. "Hey!" she said, walking up to Chance and Jake and the harassing enforcer. "What's enforcer fancy pants doing here?"
"Feral, McBride. McBride, Feral," Chance introduced. "You're the guy that ran me off the road!" she screamed. "You what?!" Chance and Jake asked. "You better pay for that motorcycle! It's totally dead and I just got it!" "I'm not paying for anything," Feral said. "We'll see about that, pink socks!" Billie said. She stormed inside the house and slammed the door and fell face first onto the couch...only she missed the couch and fell face first onto the floor. "No body saw that," she said to herself. "Don't be so sure, my little pigeon." Billie got up and brushed herself off, then looked around the room. "Who's there?" she asked. "I am your worst nightmare," said the small figure, emerging from the shadows. "I'm sorry. I'm not scared of little gnomes from hell. Get a spider, then you can scare me. Now, Mr. Gnome, go away," Billie said, falling into the cousins. "You dare to speak to the Past Master that way!" he screamed. "Past Master, Present Master, Future Master. I'll talk to them all the same way, gnome. Go away."
"That no good rotten son of a—," Chance complained as he walked into the room, followed shortly by Jake. "I can't believe he ran you off the road, Billie. Billie?" "Hey Chance," Jake said, walking over to the couch. He picked up a note that was quickly scribbled on a piece of scrap paper. "Take a look at this." "What is it?" he asked. "It says, 'Dear katizens, I have taken the big mouth girl. If you ever wish to see her again, the SWAT Kats must come for her. I have left clues to where I am hiding her.' What do you think?" Jake asked. "I think she's had a ruff day. First fire, then crash, then kidnapped," Chance said, sitting down on the sofa. "Ow! What in kat's name is—a pineapple! What the hell's a pineapple doing in our couch!" "Hey, it's got a note on it," Jake observed. "Yeah, uh, "Dear guys, sorry. I figured you couldn't miss a pineapple. Anyway, I was kidnapped by a freakish gnome from hell and taken to an abandoned mine...at least that's what he told me. Come save me, signed, Billie.'" "Sounds like the Past Master," Jake said. "Or the creeplings," Chance added. Jake sighed. "Well, let's go save her,"
"Well, we're off. The guys aren't here right now, but they should be back in a few minutes," Razor said. Billie jumped out of the cockpit and waved good bye. "Later guys!" she called as the canopy closed and the jet took off once more. "Nice guys," she said to herself. "Kinda remind me of some one though. Now who could possibly remind me of the SWAT Kats? Hah! That's moronic. Someone reminding me of the SWAT Kats. Ha ha! Okay, I'm done." Billie stood in the center of the room, looking around at the contents of the room. "I'll just stand here 'till they get back," she decided. Ten minutes later, Chance and Jake walked through the front door. "Hey guys," Billie said nervously. "Hey Billie. Heard your hotel was burnt to the ground. T-Bone an' Razor said they dropped you off here. You okay?" Chance asked. Billie nodded. "They caught me off guard."
"Yeah, we heard about that," Jake laughed. "Sit down, kid," Chance ordered. Billie sat down on the couch and stared at Chance. "What?" he asked. "Did they tell you...anything else?" Billie answered. "Only that you left your motorcycle at the Krystal Kat. Should there be anything else?" Jake asked. "No. Nadda. Yer good," Billie replied, folding her hands on her lap. She sighed and silently thanked T-Bone and Razor. "Well, we gotta get to work. We picked up yer motorcycle, it's out in the garage, go—buy some clothes or something," Chance said as he exited out the back door. "Yeah, sure, clothes," Billie confirmed. "Later." Jake patted her on the back. "Good luck," he said. "Good luck? In what?" Billie asked. "Your...uh...shopping," he stuttered. "See ya." Jake closed the door behind him. THUD Billie fell in a heap on the floor. "AH! We're breathing the same air!" She jumped back on her feet and ran her paw through her hair. "Gotta relax," she told herself. "Okay. I'm alone. In his space. What do I do?" Find his room! Find his room! her mind screamed. And read his diary! "NO! Ever herd of personal space?" she told herself. "Besides, I don't think he keeps one." Darn. "You know what? I'm going shopping," Billie said to herself. She felt her back pocket. Check wallet. All set. Charge! She mounted her motorcycle and sped away. She waved good bye to Chance and Jake when she left—although they probably didn't see her because they had their heads under the cars. She sped down the road and turned the corner. "HOLY FRIGGIN HELL!" she screamed. An enforcer car had been driving on the wrong side of the road, and she crashed head on into it. She-kat and bike flew sky high. Billie flew into the side of a cliff and her bike—let's just say, "Poor bike." She gasped. "My bike! Alas, poor David, I knew him well. He was a good bike. Then some guy comes and KILLS HIM!" she screamed. She turned around and her jaw dropped. The enforcer didn't even stop to see if she was okay. "I HATE the law! Thank Bast I didn't grow up to be a lawyer," she mumbled as she started her trip back to the salvage yard. When she arrived, she hurt all over and wanted to flop down onto the couch—but noooo. "Hey!" she said, walking up to Chance and Jake and the harassing enforcer. "What's enforcer fancy pants doing here?"
"Feral, McBride. McBride, Feral," Chance introduced. "You're the guy that ran me off the road!" she screamed. "You what?!" Chance and Jake asked. "You better pay for that motorcycle! It's totally dead and I just got it!" "I'm not paying for anything," Feral said. "We'll see about that, pink socks!" Billie said. She stormed inside the house and slammed the door and fell face first onto the couch...only she missed the couch and fell face first onto the floor. "No body saw that," she said to herself. "Don't be so sure, my little pigeon." Billie got up and brushed herself off, then looked around the room. "Who's there?" she asked. "I am your worst nightmare," said the small figure, emerging from the shadows. "I'm sorry. I'm not scared of little gnomes from hell. Get a spider, then you can scare me. Now, Mr. Gnome, go away," Billie said, falling into the cousins. "You dare to speak to the Past Master that way!" he screamed. "Past Master, Present Master, Future Master. I'll talk to them all the same way, gnome. Go away."
"That no good rotten son of a—," Chance complained as he walked into the room, followed shortly by Jake. "I can't believe he ran you off the road, Billie. Billie?" "Hey Chance," Jake said, walking over to the couch. He picked up a note that was quickly scribbled on a piece of scrap paper. "Take a look at this." "What is it?" he asked. "It says, 'Dear katizens, I have taken the big mouth girl. If you ever wish to see her again, the SWAT Kats must come for her. I have left clues to where I am hiding her.' What do you think?" Jake asked. "I think she's had a ruff day. First fire, then crash, then kidnapped," Chance said, sitting down on the sofa. "Ow! What in kat's name is—a pineapple! What the hell's a pineapple doing in our couch!" "Hey, it's got a note on it," Jake observed. "Yeah, uh, "Dear guys, sorry. I figured you couldn't miss a pineapple. Anyway, I was kidnapped by a freakish gnome from hell and taken to an abandoned mine...at least that's what he told me. Come save me, signed, Billie.'" "Sounds like the Past Master," Jake said. "Or the creeplings," Chance added. Jake sighed. "Well, let's go save her,"