SWAT Kats' Final Days (rewrite)
Part 2: Rebirth
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A/N: Here's the part 2 rewrite.
"Freeze, Security!" the uniformed tabby yells, training his pistol on the Techno-crook. Crackles of electricity cause a pale glow to come from his suit as he fires a bolt at the lone tom.
"You can't catch Hard Drive with bullets!"
The guard leaps to the side, firing his pistol at Hard Drive, hitting him in the shoulder. The surge-suit absorbs the force of the slug, which falls to the ground. However, the impact sends Hard Drive reeling.
A kick from behind knocks Hard Drive to the ground, and an arm around his neck that wasn't there a minute before chokes off his oxygen supply.
As Hard Drive loses consciousness and slumps to the ground, the tabby walks up.
"Good job bud."
"Couldn't have done it without you, buddy," the smaller one says as he pulls Hard Drive's Surge suit off and tosses it to his partner.
Several minutes later, three armed Enforcers, with Commander Feral following burst in the room and see the two guards.
"You two!"
"Yeah, it's us, Commander. Here's Hard Drive, and his surge suit. They're all yours. Don't let him escape." Chance says.
"You can thank us later," Jake says as Chance tosses the surge-suit at Feral and leaves the room.
"That'll be the day," Feral mutters as the Enforcers cuff Hard Drive and carry him out.
Later that day, Commander Feral leans back in his chair and massages his forehead as he squeezes his eyes shut.
"It's been a month since the SWAT Kats left," he mutters, "I never realized how much they let us keep the streets safe."
He turns his attention back to the day's reports and rosters. The only bright spot in his month was capturing Hard Drive.
"Now if I could only get rid of the other two Mega-Villains, I could get back to keeping the streets safe. I can't do that with most my Enforcers handling the attacks."
The next report in the pile was Felina's. He holds it and mulls over her mood of late.
"She's not been looking well, and she's been very irritable. I wonder what's going on? Well... the City can spare me a few minutes to talk to my niece."
That grin... that handsome grin.
Felina holds the picture and smiles at him, tracing his features with her claw. She hears the door open and the distinguishable footsteps of her Uncle walking toward her.
Her smile disappears as she puts the picture in the folder and closes it.
"Felina, why are you looking at those, and what for?" he demands.
She looks down and asks, "Have you ever been in love, Uncle?"
The question takes him by suprise, and he sits down. He replies in a soft voice, "Yes. Your mother."
"What?" she gasps, she looks at him in shock as he responds, "My heart broke when she married your father, kitten. When she died in that car accident, so did my heart. All I have left is my job."
He reaches up and caresses her cheek, then runs his fingers through her hair. "You look just like her, you know that don't you? You even have her hair."
She stares him in the face, speechless.
A sad smile crosses his face, "You're the closest I have to a daughter."
She looks away.
"Which one? T-Bone?" he asks.
Her gaze locks on his face again as she nods.
He straightens up and stands. The openly displayed emotion disappears, replaced by his permanent scowl.
"Lieutenant, I'm assigning you to find their identities and track them down. I don't care who they are. I'm offering them amnesty, and a job. As what, that depends. Probably as SWAT Kats."
He reaches down and closes the folder. "First thing you will do is report to the Mess Hall and get some food. I want you to eat until you can't move, then go to your quarters and sleep."
"Uncle, I haven't..."
"If you have trouble getting to sleep, I'll have Dr. Konway give you something that will help you sleep. Those are my direct orders, Lieutenant, I expect you to obey them. You can start your new assignment tomorrow."
"Yes sir," she says as she stands and leaves the room.
He puts the folder away for her. "I don't want those hotshots here, but I can keep a leash on them if I know who they are. I hate to admit it, but this City needs them. She needs them, too."
"No, get back!" the petite blond she-kat backs away from the thugs. She runs into the wall, and an expression of terror crosses her face.
"Such a pretty little thing, and all alone. Tsk tsk tsk. You should be indoors." the lead thug says. Scattered laughter come from his four followers.
She screams and slides down the wall to the ground as they reach for her.
A huge uniformed tiger stands up from knockinga thug over. He grabs two andthumps their heads together, dropping them, then punches the fourth. The kat smacks into the brick wall, cracking it, and slumps to the ground next to her, blood running from his muzzle.
The lead thug swings his bat at the assailant, who grabs it and rips it out of his grasp.
In a cool, casual manner, he snaps it as if it were a twig and tosses the pieces away, a mocking grin on his face.
"Oops, sorry, did I break that?" the tiger rumbles.
A thug gets up and tries to sneak up on the tiger from behind. A copper and grey colored streak smashes into him, knocking him against a wall. The second tom rolls to to his feet and takes a fighting stance. The other three thugs get up and run away.
"Thanks for the backup, bud," the large one says.
"No problemo, buddy, anytime," the small one responds, watching the fourth thug get up and stagger off.
After a second, seeing that he was alone, the lead thug runs away from the two toms.
"You ok, miss?" the large tom asks. He walks up to her and offers his hand.
"Y--yeah." she responds, still trembling. "How did you do that?"
"Name's Chance. I was an Enforcer. So was Jake. Now we work security at Pumadyne."
"Aww, crud! I'll have to patch this jacket. I ripped the sleeve." Jake grumbles, looking at a small rip in the arm of his jacket.
She looks over the uniformed duo, and tries to regulate her breathing as she recognizes both of them.
Could they be? They match. Oh my God, they are... they are...
She takes the offered hand.
"Where do ya live, miss?" the tiger asks.
"Two blocks down."
"You feel safe walking?"
She shakes her head.
"Mind if we take ya?"
"That... would be nice." she says.
"Hop in," Chance says as he walks up to a large truck. He gets in, Jake gets in the middle, and she gets in on the passenger side, "Don't forget to buckle up."
Felina picks at the food in front of her.
I can't stop thinking about you. I can't sleep or eat. The only thing that made it tolerable before was knowing I would see you again. But now...
She feels someone standing behind her.
"Yes, uncle?" she asks.
"Just making sure you follow orders."
"Yes sir," she says, picking the fork up and spearing a piece of roast potato.
"Thank you," she says after a minute, "I thought I would be..."
"That's ok, miss," Chance says as he shifts gears.
"Tina." she says.
"Ok, Tina."
"Ever since the SWAT Kats disappeared, Enforcers only patrol the area once a day, instead of every half-hour."
"Yeah. I've noticed. The SWAT Kats did alot of good for this City, and now that... they're gone..." Chance says.
"Yeah. Everyone took them for granted."
"Exactly," he says. The sad look in his eyes was unmistakable, even though his face was impassive.
"This City needs them." she says.
"We had our reasons," Chance murmurs to himself, and to his partner.
"What was that?" she asks.
He snaps out of his trance, "Huh?"
"You said something about reasons," she asks.
"He said, 'I'm sure they had reasons'," Jake responds.
"Here's the building," she says. Chance pulls over and she steps out.
She looks back in at him before closing the door, "Thanks for everything. Bye, Chance. Bye Jake."
"Bye, Tina," they chorus.
As they drive off, Chance says, "Jake, you've noticed that the crime rate has increased."
"I know, but we can't really do anything about it. I mean... we don't have any means of doing anything, and certainly not without the jet."
"Lets get our G-Suits and confront Feral with who we are. The most he can do is put us in prison."
"Chance, that's not..."
"Look, this town needs the SWAT Kats. Weare the SWAT Kats. Besides, I'm not enjoying my retirement. I really do miss the action."
"All right, Chance. I just hope we don't end up regretting this." Jake replies. He pauses before saying, "I haven't exactly been enjoying myself this last month either."
"We'll go see Feral first thing tomorrow morning."
Felina drags out of bed, groggy from overeating and the sleeping pill that Dr. Konway had given her.
The feel of hot water relaxes her in the shower, and she stays in until the water starts running cold. She steps out and towels off, then pulls on a clean uniform. After brushing her hair back and taking care of general hygiene, she walks out of her quarters and heads for the Mess Hall.
She downs one cup of coffee straight black, and pours a second. A couple of the Black Squad who were just coming off duty come into Mess and spot her.
Colonel Alex 'Smokey' Johnson, the tiger striped tom-kat in charge of the Black Squad, points out Felina to his grey-furred partner, Major Lowell 'Stripes' Hurst.
"Hey, Lieutenant c'mere!" Stripes shouts across the room. Half the room looks at them so he yells, "Hey TomKat!"
"Major, Colonel, haven't seen you two in a while," she responds, gulping the coffee from a paper cup as she walks up.
"Yeah we all kinda noticed. We never see ya up in Black land anymore," Smokey replies.
"I've been... busy."
"Ain't we all, now the SWAT Kats are gone. Pardon my sayin' so, but you look like crap," Stripes says.
"I haven't been able to eat or sleep lately, that's all."
"Ya can't live on coffee alone." Smokey chides.
"You finally made the top three on the Chart," Stripes says.
"Lemme guess, right behind Furlong and Clawson?" she responds, remembering when she had first met them a month ago.
"Yep. Those two are the benchmark for all of us. I don't think the SWAT Kats coulda outflown and outgunned those two," Stripes declares.
"So you guys say every week when you update the board. 'No one can fly like Maniac, and Maverick could hit the edge of a razor... from... a mile away...'" she pauses, thinking, ''Edge of a Razor.'' She smiles broadly as she purrs, "Thanks Stripes. You might have just made my new assignment easier."
"You're welcome," Stripes responds as his partner asks, "Thanks for what?"
"Nothing, Smokey." Felina says as she gets up. She kisses one and then the other on their cheeks before dashing out of the Mess Hall.
She hears Stripes say to Smokey, "What a gal."
She runs into the Personnel office and skids to a halt in front of the copper colored sergeant at the desk. He takes off his wire-rim glasses and looks at her with amber eyes.
"Yes, Lieutenant, is there anything I help you with?"
Panting, she declares, "I need the files on Jacob Clawson and Chance Furlong."
"Sure thing, ahh. Damn leg." the older tom says as he gets up from his desk.
He hunts around the C's in his files, then pulls one out, "Clawson, Jacob N. Here ya go."
"Thanks," she says, as she takes the file.
"The other was who, Furlong?" he turns and closes the C's, and walks over to the filing cabinet marked F.
"Yeah."
"All right. If I may ask, what do you need these files for?" he says as he pages through the F's.
"Uncle has me on a special assignment."
"Uncle would be who?"
"Commander..."
"Feral, then. You must be the Felina I've had to update the file on so much. Pleasure to meet you in person. Your ID Photo doesn't do you justice, my dear," he says as he hands her a file labelled, 'Furlong, Chancellor E.'
A slight grin shows at the compliment.
A father-like smile spreads across his face as he says, "Make sure you don't damage anything in those folders. Good luck on your assignment."
"Thanks, Sergeant..."
"Clawson. Jacob's my son."
"How come you're still a Sergeant, and he made it to Lieutenant?"
"I got injured by thugs when I was on patrol one night. I was deemed unfit for active duty, and got this desk job. Unfortunately, promotions don't often come for this job," he shrugs, and she notices his limp for the first time as he walks back to his desk.
"I'm sorry," she say, clutching the folders to her chest.
"Don't be. Good luck on your assignment," he says as he sits back down, puts his glasses on and starts typing again.
"Ready?"
"No."
"C'mon, Jake."
"I'm not ready, but I'm going anyway. I wonder how dad is?"
"You still ain't called him?"
"You know we haven't had alot of time to do anything, not with adjusting to graveyard shift."
"Yeah, you're right. Now all we need to do is get in Enforcer HQ without
being seen."
"Easy enough. The sewers. You remember the one room in the sub-basement that was part of a sewer passage?"
"Unfortunately, yes," Chance grimaces. He pulls a pair of overalls on top of the G-suit, then rummages around for some boots. He remembers back to the time he had been lost in the sub-levels, and Jake had to rescue him.
Jake had found him screaming, attached by his claws to the wall in a room filled with sewer roaches. It still made his fur crawl remembering the size of some of them.
"Well, we can enter there, and use the stairs." Jake replies, pulling his boots on.
"I hardly wait," Chance says sarcastically.
"You wanna climb on top of MegaKat tower and hang-glide to HQ using the Deltapacks?"
"No," Chance replies, "Too many guards. All right, all right, we'll take the sewers."
They both grab backpacks that have the obvious SWAT Kat gear, and leave their apartment.
She dashes into the Records room and drops the files on the desk she had been working at, then runs over and grabs the SWAT Kats files, and her notepad. She runs back to her desk and like a kitten at Christmas, opens the files and starts comparing Furlong and Clawson to the SWAT Kats.
She compares Chance's picture to T-Bone's and she stops. Smiling, she says, "I finally gotcha." She sighs, then clears her thoughts as she begins comparing various pictures and pieces of information.
After a while, she sits back, rubbing her eyes as she grins.
"No doubt in my mind. I have you now."
She gathers the folders together, and heads back to Personnel.
"Sergeant Clawson, what do you know about the SWAT Kats?"
"Nothing much. You probably know more than I," he says while typing.
"I think you know more than you let on. How could you not know your son is Razor?"
He stops and looks up at her over his glasses, and sighs before he replies, "You caught me. I know Jake is Razor. He told me after they flew the first time."
"I have to tell Uncle now, not that he'll like it, but it seems that we'll make him a SWAT Kat again, or put him back on the force, if we can find him. You wouldn't know where he is would you?"
"Nope. I haven't heard from that rascal since last month."
"So, you haven't been able to contact him? I do know he works at Pumadyne for Security."
"No. Are you done with the files?" he replies.
"I have to show Uncle, but they'll be back, hopefully within an hour."
"All right. See you soon."
Two blocks away from Enforcer HQ, no one notices a commercial truck park, and two inspectors climb out, then go over to a kathole, and climb down.
After trudging through the sewers for a while, they find the fenced off area. Jake opens his backpack and puts on his glovatrix, activating the buzzsaw.
He cuts through the latch and the fence door swings open. They enter, and close it again. Jake activates the welder on his glovatrix and welds what he cut back together.
Chance takes off his slime-covered boots and tosses them in the corner, then drops his coveralls next to them. Jake follows suit, and after they both don their remaining SWAT Kat gear, the place the backpacks with the coveralls.
They peek out of the room and make their way to the stairway. They make their way nine stories to the administrative floor.
Callie picks up the phone as it rings, "Deputy Mayor's office."
"Ms. Briggs, I need to talk to you immediately. Could you come to my office?"
"Why Commander?"
"I won't say much here, but I'm working on finding the SWAT Kats."
"Again, why?"
"I won't say anything further. Just come to my office," she hears him hang up his phone.
"Someone should teach him phone manners."
She grabs her purse and leaves a note for the Mayor that she'll be out for an unknown amount of time.
They hear voices as they approach Feral's office. Razor grits his teeth and starts looking nervous as they recognize Callie's voice.
They hear the sound of a kat running in their direction, and turn to see Felina skid around a corner and stop dead.
Without a further thought, she drops the folders she had been carrying, and lunges at T-Bone, gasping out, "Chance!"
Feral and Callie look at the doorway upon hearing Felina's muted voice.
T-Bone finds Felina kissing him, her body pressed against his. After a moment, she pulls away and punches him in the face.
The blow knocks him off his feet, into plain sight of Feral and Callie. After rubbing his chin he asks, "What was that for?"
She grabs him by the chest of his G-Suit and snarls, "Don't you EVER leave me again, Furlong, or so help me, I'll kill you, do you hear me?"
Before he can respond, she kisses him again, pinning him to the ground.
Razor walks in the office, taking off his helmet and glovatrix.
"What is all this about?" Feral demands.
T-Bone tries to get Felina off of him, who is holding on to him like she'll never let him go.
Razor pulls off his mask, his eyes and face betraying the sadness he felt.
"I should have figured it was you two." Feral growls before Jake can say anything. "Where did you hide the jet?"
Callie gasps and drops her purse as she recognizes Jake, her face an expression of shock. She sits down, her chest heaving as a roiling mix of emotions run through her.
"Underground Hangar." Jake says, looking at Feral. "Pre-Enforcer MegaWar II base. The only one left in MegaKat City."
He can't bring himself to look at Callie, so he stares at the floor. "The Salvage Yard was built on top of it."
Callie stands, looking at Feral.
"I have to go." she whispers, the tears starting to form in her eyes. A sob escapes her as she grabs her purse, "I can't stay."
"Felina, let him up." Feral orders. "I have a deal for you two. Ms. Briggs, you stay too. I want you to hear this."
Felina lets T-Bone go. He scrabbles away from her and stands up. Keeping a wary eye on her, he backs into Feral's office as she picks up the folders that she had dropped. He pulls off his mask and shoves it into his pocket.
Callie slumps back into the chair. "Your not going to send them to prison, are you?" she asks, her voice betraying her feelings.
"No, I'm not sending them to prison," Feral says, "I'm giving them a job."
Felina, having picked up the folders, walks in and stands next to Chance. She takes his hand and holds it while resting her head on his shoulder. Chance tries to get her off him, but can't, so he stops struggling after a moment.
"Now, SWAT Kats, here's the deal..."
Chance lies awake in bed, thinking over everything that had happened.
In one day, he had been given his old job back, as an Enforcer, and he was going to be stationed at the Salvage Yard to fly under the identity T-Bone.
The only ones aware of the changes were Callie, Commander Feral, and Felina.
He sighs and tries to relax as more troublesome thoughts enter his mind.
What about Felina? She says she loves me, but what if she decides otherwise? What would I do then?
She purrs as she sleeps snuggled against him.
Callie wanders around her apartment, thinking. She had been doing so for several hours, unable to sleep. Her thoughts were full of confused musings about the SWAT Kats and herself. Her emotions were also a complete mess. One moment she wants to find Jake to kill him, the next she wants to make love to him, and the next she doesn't want anything to do with him, ever.
She finally sat down on the sofa, pulling her legs up to her chest and hugging them, still unable to sleep. After several hours, she gets up, changes into a jogging outfit, and leaves her apartment.
Razor sits inside the TurboKat's missile bay, checking over all the systems from a diagnostic port. He hears a door open to the maintenance bay, but pays it no mind, figuring it was just one of the patrolling Enforcers. He hears footsteps approach, and the soft sound of someone touching and running their hand along part of the TurboKat. He ignores it, trying to make out some of the figures that are appearing on the screen of his diagnostic tool.
A feminine sigh draws his attention and he hears a soft, "Why'd did I never see it before? They were in front of me the whole time."
He shakes his head as he recognizes the voice and begins to shut down the diagnostic.
A shadow passes by the opening of the missile bay, and he hears her ducking under the TurboKat to get a look in.
"Oh," he hears, as Callie sticks her head in the missile bay, "I didn't know you... were here."
"Yeah. I'm just running some diagnostics. I'm about to go though. I'm almost done." He glances up, then concentrates on the glowing LCD on his diag tool. He disconnects it from the port, then shuts down the computer from a small switch in the compartment, packs the tool in his bag, then shoulders it as he tries to leave.
"You don't have to leave just because I'm here, Razor, Jake... whoever you want to be called. I'd... rather have someone here with me."
"No offense, but I'm tired, and I want to get some sleep. Maybe some other time," he says as he walks away from the jet, "Turn off the lights when you leave, Ms. Briggs."
She looks at his back as he walks away from the TurboKat and her, her emotions and thoughts confused. A single clear idea emerges from her mind's turmoil.
"Jake!" she yells, running after him. She catches up to him at the doors, "Why are you running away?"
"'Cause I don't know what to think. Do you really like me, the REAL me, or is it Razor you like? Until I get a definite answer, I just wanna be left alone," he says as he stops and thumbs the switch for the lights in the maintenance bay, then walks out the door, leaving her alone in the darkened bay.
She follows him, "I thought I knew you pretty well, until today. I found out I don't, and I want to fix that."
"Maybe some other time. I'm tired, and I want to go to bed." he replies as he stops at the elevator.
"I only live three blocks away. You could sleep on my sofa."
"No thanks."
"You live where, halfway across the city?"
"I'll take a cab there."
"Look, I remember that talk that day that... that... you guys turned in the TurboKat."
She pauses and takes his hand in hers, "I mean what I said about getting to know you. Even if it's just watching you sleep on my sofa. Even if it's just finding out your annoying little quirks. Please, I want to spend time with you just for that. I want to get to know the kat behind Razor's mask, not Razor. Please, just tonight, on my sofa?"
He stops, his look turning thoughtful. Finally he nods, saying, "Just for tonight, on your sofa, under one condition."
"Yes?"
"No physical contact. No kissing, no hugging, holding, touching."
"Ok," she says, her expression crestfallen, "I agree."
"Then I'll go with you."
"Can you walk three blocks?" she says, walking into the elevator as the doors open.
"Yeah. I've fought criminals on less sleep," he replies as he follows her into the elevator.
On their way to her apartment, she walks next to him, glancing furtively at him every few seconds. She was so tempted to seduce him... make love to him. She clasps her hands together, and resists the physical urges. It didn't, however, stop her from imagining their love-making as they walk.
When they arrive, she unlocks her apartment and walks in.
He places his things by the door and pulls off his boots as she walks into the kitchen. He closes the door and lays down on the sofa. He falls asleep just as his head hits the armrest.
She comes out of the kitchenette, and sees that he had already fallen asleep. She walks over and sits down next to him, watching him, leaving the food and drink on the table. She spends the night there, watching him sleep.
He wakes up to find Callie asleep on the floor next to the sofa, laying on the floor in her sweat suit. Without a noise, he gets up and with extreme care, picks her up and sets her down on the sofa.
He couldn't keep from gently brushing a lock of hair from her face, nor could he resist a soft kiss. She stirs and smiles as he pulls his head away and stands up to leave.
He looks around for and finds a blank sheet of paper. He writes a note for her, thanking her for letting him sleep on her sofa, and that he was going back to Enforcer HQ to finish work on the TurboKat.
He places the note on the table, then walks back over and kisses her again. He turns and leaves her there, hoping to get back to Enforcer HQ and continue working on the TurboKat.
"Where've you been, buddy?" T-Bone asks as he finishes climbing down off the jet, "We've got to pack and move our stuff back... you know where."
"I needed a break from working, and Callie offered her sofa. She only lives three blocks away."
"You get it on?"
"No way! I'm not you, ya fuzzy lugnut!"
"Well, I didn't wanna either, but she gave me no choice. I just don't know how long this'll last, bud. If she decides she doesn't love me anymore, we have a one-way ticket to Alkatraz, of that I'm sure."
"There'd be nowhere to run, nowhere to hide."
"I know. I just hope that she truly does love me, 'cause I think she's the only real reason we're not in prison right now."
Razor checks over the jet and says, "Looks like you've taken care of everything I didn't get to. Let's go then."
As they drive into the Salvage yard with the first load of their belongings, they see the mounds of salvage strewn all over the place.
"Looks like Burke and Murray really took care of the place." Chance growls, now dressed in Enforcer Mechanic overalls. He smooths out the creases in it, which had started to annoy him.
"There's the two jerks now," Jake mutters, adjusting his overalls, too.
"Hey Burke, get a load of these two!"
"Feral said youse two is gonna be back here. Whaddya break now?" Burke taunts.
"Your neck, if ya don't shut up, fuzzball," Chance snaps at the much larger tom.
"Wanna make me? Maybe I can make you fly again!" Burke replies as he raises his fists.
"Maybe not!" Chance yells as Burke takes a swipe.
Chance ducks and tackles the large tom, knocking him flat on his tail, causing nice imprint of Burke's back in the dirt. Murray rushes Jake, who grabs and hurls him at Burke, who is trying to stand up. The impact sends both toms sprawling.
They walk over to them and Chance snaps, "Our business at this salvage yard is between us and Feral. We are Enforcers again, even though we don't fly. This place is also Enforcer property, as of the new agreement that you signed yesterday. Now leave before we arrest you for assaulting Enforcer officers."
That night, for the last time they'd sleep there, Jake and Chance collapse in their beds in their apartment.
It had been a week, and they had cleared the majority of the salvage in front of the garage, cleared out the basement and brought the hangar back to operating status, even though they hadn't brought the TurboKat back to it yet.
Both toms dreaded resuming the mechanic/SWAT Kat double life they had led for so many years, however excited they were about flying again. They were relieved to an extent that they wouldn't have to hide from Feral anymore, even though Chance was understandably nervous about the arrangements. Jake was too, but not as much as Chance.
The blare of the alarm klaxon gets their attention, and they drop their tools as they run over to a panel. Chance slaps the button, and hears Feral's voice.
"You two get in the air now. The MetalliKats have raided the mint and wiped the floor with my Enforcers. Take them out."
"On our way, Commander," Chance says as they leap down the access hatch into the Hangar.
A few minutes later,
"MetalliKat Express sighted, T-Bone, locking scramblers." Razor says as the targeting system predicts optimal flight paths, "Locked and away!"
The MetalliKat Express shuts down and skids on the asphalt as the missiles hit. T-Bone pulls back on the stick, making the jet perform a tight loop. Razor grits his teeth and fights unconsciousness.
T-Bone levels the jet and Razor's finger's fly over his console.
"Now to put them in the scrapyard, permanently! Baby-boomers away!" Razor says as the two missiles launch.
The missiles impact in a massive explosion. A second later, secondary explosions from the fuel and weapons aboard the MetalliKat Express leave debris scattered for hundreds of yards in each direction.
T-Bone sights a Kat's Eye News chopper approaching them, and he places the jet in hover mode.
In the darkness, a glowing red pair of eyes watches a small staticy screen.
'This is Ann Gora, Kat's Eye News. We're here in the air with the SWAT Kats, who have returned to the sky after a month-long hiatus.'
'That's right, Ann, we're back,' the burly tabby in the pilot's seat says, 'We still must fly.'
His partner retorts, 'Remind us never to take a vacation again.'
'So you spent some time off?'
'Yeah, but keep this in mind, we'll stop flying, we'll stop protecting this city when, and only when... we die,' the pilot says before activating the canopy and flying off.
"And you will die, SWAT Kats," the deep voice belonging to the red eyes rumbles. He stands, hitting a switch, then using his cane for support, he walks into a hangar, looking at his new ship, "You have not seen the last of me, SWAT Kats."
The end...
Notes:
They rarely show the Black helmeted Enforcers. I personally think that they(Black-helmet Squadron) are the Elite of MegaKat City's Enforcers. They included Jake and Chance('Wrath of Dark Kat' flashback), and of course, Felina(season 2). All other Enforcers, even Feral, had a grey helmet with the MegaKat Enforcer Logo on it.
Inspirational Music:
Original;
Can't remember...
Rewrite:
What Can I Do(Tin Tin Out Remix)
The Corrs -- Best of The Corrs
