EPISODE 4

Commander Ulysses Feral had arrived with his Enforcers followed by both land and air. The commander had heard what sounded like booms coming off in the distance from the Enforcer HQ, but it wasn't until the calls starting to come in that he went into action. The calls were from several Kat's Eye News workers and from civilians who saw the attack from the street or offices. Everyone described a yellowish kat floating around the news building attacking it with what seemed to be lightning bolts from the sky. At first Feral thought that this was some joke, but after so many calls came in with the same story, he knew something very heavy was going down. He'd gathered his men and headed out as quick as he could, taking control of the air units, and leaving the tanks in the hands of Felina Feral.

Upon arrival, Feral saw that the building was in worse shape then he's imagined it would be. Several craterous holes covered several areas of it's structure, giving clear views of the bombed out insides of the station. In Feral's mind there was no way that this could be the work of just one kat like the calls said. It was too much damage done too fast, but he wasn't taking any chances. He picked up the copper's radio, holding it in one paw.

"Has the area been evacuated?" He asked his pilot.

"Yes, sir."

"Good" He responded, then spoke into the mic to rest of this units.

"I want this entire building surrounded by both ground and air units. No one gets out without me knowing. Got that?"

The voice of Felina crackled over the radio static. "Roger." She said.

The units moved around the building, guns locked and loaded, ready to take out any threat that presented it's self. This was a routine Feral had been through more times then he care to admit. He had stopped trying to fool himself a long time ago that for once, the SWAT Kats wouldn't show. They always did, though. When threats got this big, the SWAT Kats were there, showing up Feral and his Enforcers. So the matter of 'will they show' had been replaced by 'when will they show'. Maybe this time, though, he would be able to beat those two to the punch. He would have to work fast, though, if he wanted to get this done. Hw knew those vigilantes were well on their way.

Feral took the bullhorn from the chopper's equipment supplies and turned it on, speaking when it finished with it's wail.

"This is Commander Feral with the Enforcers! Give yourselves up now! You are surrounded!" He shouted in his deep, authoritative voice, then lowered the item, waiting to see what would happen.

For a moment there was no sign of any response. Feral brought the bullhorn up to his face again, ready to shout a second warning when something flashed out of his side of the building. It came from one of the smaller craters blasted into the station's frame and then stopped. The kat stood in mid air, floating up and down slightly. Feral watched, astonished at the sight. Even though those who called in with their reports claimed the man could fly, he hadn't believed it. Feral quickly steadied himself and called out to who or whatever it was out there.

"You there. Give yourself up! Raise your hands where I can see them and surrender!"

"Raise my hands?" The kat spoke, just barely audible over the roar of the choppers. "You mean like this?"

Very slowly, the flying freak raised his palms up to the sky. When they were fully up, he smiled, balled his hands into fists and threw them as far out from his sides and he could. From up above there was a roar of thunder and twin lighting bolts came jolting out of the clear, blue sky. It moved directly toward the kat, for a second it looked like he was going to be struck, but then both bots veered sideways, striking two of Feral's choppers. The two helicopters feel from the air, the first one smashing into the side of the building near the bottom floor, leavening a vertical row of shattered glass and steel. The other landed upon two Enforcer tanks who's occupants escaped from the impact and explosion with only seconds to spare.

Feral grinded his teeth. He snatched the radio up again.

"Shoot him down!"

There was an immediate boom from the tanks that had already locked their target. The shells streaked through the air, heading right for the criminal,. As they closed in he waved his hand in a swift motion from his left side to his right. The tank shells exploded where they were as if they had already hit something. As crazy as it sounded it looked as of he turned the air into a shield.

"He can't block every direction at once. Continue fire!"

The copters began firing it's bullets as the other tanks blasted their rounds. The kat flew up higher, out of the reach of the bullets. He held out his paws to tank's shells. They suddenly stopped and spun around, flying back and destroying the vehicles they came from.

"You know, Commander, you should really start watching the news. It would be better for you health!"

The kat pulled the similar trick as before, bring lightning out of the air and toward the choppers. Feral's ship managed to pull out of the way before it could be hit, however the second wasn't so lucky. The tail was hit, sending it on a spiral at the ground.

Felina's voice came over the radio.

"We're going to have to back off! He's too strong!"

"Negative!" Feral replied. "We can beat him and we can do it without those-"

There was a sudden glint in the distance in the way Feral's chopper was facing. From out of that glint came a jet, flying right in their direction. Feral knew exactly who it was. They had arrived just on cue.

"SWAT Kats." He murmured angrily, squeezing the radio mic in his hand with a death grip.

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T-Bone and Razor knew exactly where they were headed. Even if they didn't know where the Kat's Eye News Center was, all they would have to do was follow the explosions coming from that direction.

"It looks like Forecasters already started the party." T-Bone said.

"Then I guess it's time we crash it." Replied Razor.

Feral's voice came shouting over their radio system. "Back off, SWAT Kats! The Enforcers and handing this!"

"Yea, and you're doing a real bang-up job, Commander." T-Bone called back.

Between the two of them T-Bone had the biggest grudge against Feral. Razor didn't hate Feral, but he didn't like the guy either, Feral was the kat who had invited him into the Enforcers and also kicked him out. That was a nice little blow the his self-esteem, but T-Bone was still the one who hated him more. Unlike himself, T-bone had to work his way up the Enforcer's ladder, proving himself and his skills only to be expelled because of one accident. That was something that didn't sit at all with his ego. Because of that, he took every chance he could to one-up Feral.

"I've got a lock, T-Bone." Razor called forward. "Deploying Baby Boomer Missiles!"

The Baby Boomers shot from the Turbokat and at Forecaster, who had just taken out another few tanks and choppers, leaving Feral with only a handful of troops. As the missiles closed in, Forecaster spun around in time, to just dive out of the way. The Boomer zipped passed and collided with a building across the street.

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"More of your Enforcers, Commander?" Forecaster called to Feral.

"They have nothing to do with my men!" Feral shot back. "They are reckless vigilantes!"

For once, just for once, Feral wished he could have one mission without those two sticking their tails in his business. They were a hazard to the city and everyone in it! He would see those two unmasked and behind bars if it was the last thing he would ever do!

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"Crud!" Razor yelled for missing the shot.

The Turbokat arched up and came back around for another try.

"Let's try something a little wider. Octopus Missiles, deploy!"

Two Octopus Missiles jetted out from their holding places, opening up to capture Forecaster. The kat stood right where he was, and looked almost bored. He yawned and pointed a single finger at the rockets. Two lighting bolts shot down directly at Razor's missiles, blasting them out of the sky.

"You're not doing any better, SWAT Kats." Feral's voice mocked from over the radio.

"I hate to admit it, buddy," T-Bone said "But he's right. This guy will just keep blasting apart everything we throw at him with those stupid lighting flashes!"

"Lightning flashes." he muttered. An idea started to form in Razors head. They may not be able to hit the nutso, but maybe they didn't have to.

"T-Bone!" He called. "Bring the Turbokat around one more time! I have a plan."

"I hope you know what you're doing, buddy." He said as he did as he was asked.

"Me too. You might want to lower your visor."

T-Bone turned the throttle of the jet to the side and brought them back on course with Forecaster as Razor dropped his visor over his eyes.

"I hope this works. Flashbulb Missiles, deploy!"

Forecaster laughed watching another set of projectiles shoot at him.

"You'll never learn!" He called, not caring if he was heard or not.

He raised his paws to the sky and aimed them at the missiles. The bolts shot out on his command and collided with their targets perfectly. As they did, there came a blinding flash from them. Forecaster screamed and threw an arm over his eyes, but it was far too late. Everything became fuzzy and blotchy. There were bright spots everywhere he looked, making him unable to see. He commanded the lighting to return, but when it did it was erratic. He had no control over where the bolts landed because he could concentrate on a target. He had to escape. In this condition, he was helpless. Forecaster was able to focus just enough to arise a heavy veil of fog around the area. It was thick as pea soup, lowing everyone else's visibility as equal as his own. Under this cover, he slipped away from the chaos his storm was causing. He flew down to the street and ducking into an open manhole into the sewers. It was a insult to be forced to take hiding in such a disgusting place, but it would have to do till he could gain full control again. He wasn't done yet, after all. He had worked too long and hard to stop now. He waited eight years for this moment, he could wait a little longer. Slowly, he walked through the sewer, waiting for this blinding light to die from his vision.

Back above the lighting was give T-Bone one hell of a hard time. He had managed to dodge the bolts so far, but he couldn't keep it up forever. What was worse was that fog had sprang up out of nowhere, making it impossible to guarantee getting out safely.

"I have to pull us out of this!" T-Bone shouted over the roar of the thunder.

"Don't tell me, just do it!"

The Turbokat pulled upwards. They had just gotten away from the mess when the storm had stopped and the fog disbanded. With the smoked cleared they saw that their bad guy was long gone. Feral must have saw it too because he called over the radio.

"Thanks to you SWAT Kats he got away!"

T-Bone mocked back to the commander. "Yea, I didn't see you doing a lot to help back there."

"We would have had him if you vigilantes wouldn't have minded your own business!"

"Listen here you little-"

Razor happened to glance over to the damaged news center to check the damage, only to see someone leaning out of one of the holes. He was too far away to get a look at who it was, but the person needed help obviously.

"T-Bone" Razor interrupted before he could start another war of words with Feral. "There's still someone in Kat's Eye. I think they may be hurt."

T-Bone checked it out for himself. "Yea." He said. "Let's get 'em."

As they swooped in, Razor got a clear view of the person inside.

"Hey!" Razor called. "That's Ann Gora!"

"You better check it out, see what she needs. I'll keep the Turbokat close by."

"Right."

T-Bone opened up the cockpit for him. He jumped out and activated his jetpack. Razor flew into the gap as Ann backed off to give him room to land.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

Ann pointed behind her and to the floor.

"It's Jonny. He's hurt. Badly."

There by one of the cameras facing the news desk was Jonny. He was sitting on the ground, holding his leg. Even from he was standing it looked pretty bad. Razor wondered how long he had been like that.

"T-Bone" He called into his headset. "We has someone wounded here. We need to get him the hospital and fast."

"Roger" T-Bone called back. "I'll bring the Turbokat as close as I can."

Razor went over Jonny and bent down next to him.

"Can you walk?"

"I don't think so, man."

He didn't sound too good, kind of sickly. He looked pale was well. Razor help Jonny to his feet much like Ann had done earlier and brought him to the open gap. T-Bone was there and waiting with the Turbokat.

"Ready, buddy." T-Bone called over the mic.

"Right. I'm going to fly him over into my seat. Fly him to Megakat Hospital he needs to get to a doctor and fast."

"Wait." Ann called. She had jogged up next to Razor. "I want to come too."

"Alright." He agreed. "T-Bone, drop the Cyclatron as well."

"Will do."

Razor scooped Jonny into his arms. The guy was heavy, but he could hold him. They flew over to the cockpit were the glass was open and waiting for them. Razor carefully set Jonny in the seat and told T-Bone when he was done. With a thumbs up, T-Bone closed the window and lowered to the ground. At a reasonable height he dropped the Cyclatron and then shot up and off for the hospital. Razor came back for Ann, scooping her up same as Jonny, though she was much lighter, something Razor was thankful for.

On the ground he deactivated the jet back and took Ann's hand, leading her over to the cycle. He tossed her a spare helmet after they were both seated. There was a sudden gush of swirling wind. Razor's first thought was that Forecaster had returned, but that was dismissed when he heard the beat of copper blades and Feral's voice coming down from a bullhorn.

"SWAT Kat! You are under arrest for destruction of property and interfering with police business. Stay where you are."

"Sorry." Razor called back up. "I've got places to go and people to see. Maybe another time, Commander! See ya around."

Razor revved the engine and told Ann to hold on. Both of her arms wrapped tightly around his waist and he took off like a shot through the streets toward Megakat Hospital.

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The pilot asked if he should case after the suspect. Feral sighed and told the man no and ordered all units to scan for any injured then return to base. The chopper lowered to the ground and Feral hopped out. Felina came racing over to him with her head lowered and ears covered as the helicopter died down. When it had come to a stop, she dropped her arms to her sides and stood up strait.

"I'm surprised," She said. "that you let one of them go like that."

"Some things are more important then the SWAT Kats, Felina. We still have to comb this area of injured, so don't get any ideas into your head."

"Whatever you say, sir." She said casually and trotted back to her troops, shouting orders to them as she went.

Felina did good work as a Enforcer and, even though they were related, they had completely different views over how to do their jobs. Feral knew that he was harsh on her, but that was only because he loved her and the last thing he wanted to see was her getting herself hurt. She had the same amount of drive to capture a criminal as he did meaning that she was just as willing to put her life on the line. Feral knew from experience that, if you kept tempting fate, something always happened. He's been an Enforcer for a long time and had seen a lot of good officers go out in the line of duty. He didn't want Felina to be one of them.

Feral sighed deeply and started surveying the mess that surrounded the building like a moat. It would take a lot of time and money to clean up all of this. Feral didn't like the idea that one kat could cause this much damage, but the worst part was that he eluded both his Enforcers and SWAT Kats combined, a feat that few could pull off.

They may have saved the city for now, but that sick minded freak would be back. Scum like him always came back. Much like waiting for the SWAT Kats, it was only a matter of time. But when it happened, Feral would be ready.

TO BE CONTINUED