Avenging

Act III

The Animal Farm

Chapter 9

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Seated at her receptionist's desk, Akane Tendou smiled dreamily as the radio played a sad love song in the background. It was unfortunate she couldn't have attended the autograph session with the other Avengers, but she did have her job, and any chance to be with Dr. Tofu was always time well spent. True, their roles were solely his being a doctor with the patients and she only his faithful nurse/receptionist, but it still counted as time together in her book.

A pity things hadn't exactly been moving forward on the Tofu front, but neither had Akane lost any ground. She had confidence now that someday something fateful would happen that would enable him to see her for the wonderful person she was. Then they would begin dating and have a courtship that would be like out of some romance novel which would end in marriage.

As her fantasy with Tofu continued, she also considered the hunky and heroic Captain Japan as well. Truly, he was a magnificent specimen for a mortal, and his character and perseverance were that of a true warrior. No doubt, under his mask was an equally heroic countenance. And his stamina was considerable from having seen him in action. He would make for a desirable partner as well.

But who to choose? Bah, why not take both? After all, she was a true woman who had been forced to keep her desires in check for far too long. Come to think of it, there was Ranma, too, who was nearly as hunky as the Captain and a nice sort, not at all like the boys from her school. And a relationship with him would answer the need for family honor. Three were not too much. In fact, that was probably the bare minimum necessary to sate her healthy appetite. The three of them would surely be entertaining in bed—

"Akane, why are you drooling?"

The question snapped Akane back to the world of the living. It was Dr. Tofu, who was seeing his last patient out. Akane felt her face redden as she recalled the totally perverted thoughts she had been having. Three guys? And only one of them Dr. Tofu? What had she been thinking? Actually, she remembered what she had been thinking, which was what made it so bad.

"Ah, it was…."Akane tried frantically to come up with some rational explanation. Perhaps accidentally giving herself an overdose of Novocain, that had deadened her jaw and she didn't know she was drooling?

Akane was saved from coming up with some lame excuse when the music stopped and an announcer's voice declared, "This breaking news. The super hero group that has come under fire recently, the Avengers, was attacked during an autograph session at a local store. Reports are that they lost to a group of unknown canine super villains. Unconfirmed sources tell us that a number of the heroes were injured, while one of the Avengers was taken hostage as the super villains fled the scene."

Both Tofu and Akane stared in horror at the announcement. Tofu was the first to collect himself. "Ka… I should go help the injured. Could you close up here?" He was already collecting medical supplies as he asked.

Akane breathed a secret sigh of relief as she was saved from coming up with a lame excuse for the second time in a minute. Dr. Tofu's departure meant she could transform into Thor. The only question was where to go? There was little she could do for the injured, and if the abducted one was Captain Japan, well it was a chance for her to impress the hunky hero. Maybe in gratitude he would kiss her the way Hawkeye had when they were under the Mandarin's fortress. The archer was quite the kisser, though Akane's preferences were toward the beefier Captain. Yes, she would fly out and rescue her comrade from the clutches of the foul beasts.

After all, kicking ass was what a warrior was born to do.

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The Avengers' priority signal beeped. Kodachi Kunou cursed at the interruption. After two near-fanatical weeks of theorizing and experimentation, she had determined that a refractory coating would be the best means of preventing her armor from being controlled by any outside signals, like Bullseye had done. But even with the method decided, Kodachi still had to test the composition, thickness, and a host of other variables to maximize the protective properties. That took time, which was why she had skipped out on the autograph session. Distractions she did not need. She swore if this 'priority' was from the Hulk again because he was hungry and couldn't locate the kitchen, she'd make fuchsia the 'official' color of the Avengers and force him to wear pants in that shade.

Her attitude changed when she saw it was an automatically generated signal by her 'heads up' program. It monitored all commercial information systems, like television, radio, and the internet, and red-flagged any that might have a significant impact on the Avengers.

Punching up the alert, it informed her of the attack, and more importantly, that a member of her team had been abducted. What if it had been her beloved Captain Japan that had been captured? If she moved fast, she could swoop down and rescue him single-handedly. It would be the perfect segue to invite him out to dinner at the most expensive restaurant in Japan. But how would she eat through the slit in her helmet? Maybe it was time to inform the Captain of her true identity. It would be a sign of trust. And then he could reveal his identity to her. It would be 'their little secret'. Oh, it was a wonderful plan.

"Don't worry, Captain-sama, I am coming to save you. Ohhohohohohoho!"

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The vehicle was a military transport truck with the canvas back torn away, allowing anyone to see what was happening in the bed, though few would believe their eyes. Nearly two dozen humanoid felines crowded in the rear of the vehicle, a half dozen of them trying their best to hold down one of their number, a female with purple fur.

The girl writhed with the best of her abilities, snarling, "Let Tigra go!" She got a solid kick to the face of one of the cats, knocking him far enough away he had to grab onto the side of the vehicle to keep from falling. However, another was quick to take his place on her limb.

One of the cats, a male with black fur and a pair of white circles around his eyes, crawled over to the cab and looked in. "Cougar, sir, The Tigra is continuing to fight us."

The brown-furred male, much larger than the others, said, "She's confused for some reason, you idiot! It's why she didn't come to us in the first place. Now hold on to her, but don't harm one follicle of fur, or I'll gut you myself."

With her enhanced hearing, Tigra stopped fighting for a second. "No harm?" A wicked smile spread across her face, nearly feral in nature.

Having gone limp, her captors loosened their holds ever so slightly. Their mistake as Tigra became active again, ripping across the face of one of the Phantom Cats, her claws biting deeply. However, instead of blood, a glow came from the tear, which then healed itself before her eyes.

The one that had been scratched said, "Hey, I healed from her claws."

"The Tigra's powers differ from ours," Cougar explained.

"You got that right. She's way stronger than any of us, except for the Balkatar," a third Phantom Cat added in a meaningful way to the leader of their race. The sycophant took a fist to her face, courtesy of Tigra, for the trouble.

"We're almost there," Cougar said sympathetically to the girl, then turned to the driver. "Toonces, drive faster." He didn't wait for the vehicle to speed up before turning to another Phantom Cat not currently engaged with wresting Tigra to the ground. "Skit, go ahead and tell the others at the launch base to initiate the plan. I want that shuttle fired up and ready to go when we arrive."

Skit nodded, pulling out a cell phone and dialing a number. A second later he turned into light as he put one hand into the digital screen on the phone, disappearing from sight.

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There really could be a silver lining in a cloud, Ryouga Hibiki decided. His original intention had been to attend the autograph session with the rest of the Avengers. True, he wasn't in his Hulk form, but he had a way around it: he had poked two eyeholes in one of his bandannas so he could tie it around his face. No one would recognize him for sure. It was the perfect disguise.

But Ryouga ended up getting lost instead. However, this was not cause for depression as was usually the case. He had ended up at a launch base where they were going to shuttle a satellite into orbit. Ryouga had always been fascinated by outer space. Many hours of his youth had been taken up pretending he was an astronaut-- and not getting lost in space, (although maybe there was an idea for a TV series, or even a movie, behind that one). So as far as Ryouga was concerned randomly walking into a situation where he could watch a real live space launch was a dream come true.

As he stood next to the chain fence surrounding the base, he was vaguely aware of an increasingly loud rumble coming from behind him. He turned and saw a truck with a cat person behind the wheel boring down on him.

Ryouga only had enough time to yell, "Ahhhh!" and have his blood pressure shoot through the roof before the truck ran him over.

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Cougar saw the shuttle on the launch pad moving into position for the lift off. Yes! Skit and the others had seized control of the key areas of the base necessary to hijack the shuttle, though it wasn't much of a hijacking since its destination remained the same: only its cargo would be different, and that was primarily in the form of passengers. That was all that was necessary since they had initiated this plan months ago. Everything was in place. It was a just a question of timing now.

Next to him, Toonces suddenly screeched at the top of his lungs.

"What the hell's wrong? Why are you screaming like a little kitten?"

Fur standing on end, Toonces snapped, "You'd scream like that too if an angry Hulk was in your review mirror!"

Cougar turned and saw indeed it was the Hulk running toward their vehicle. Worse, he was quickly catching up. Well, their luck had been exceptional lately, what with the appearance of the Tigra, killing Black Cat, and having the Avengers and the thrice damned Geobreeders take each other out while snatching the Tigra out from under their collective unconscious noses. It didn't get any more convenient than that.

Cougar barked out, "Tai, Mackie, Greyeye, Shi, and Raven, hold the Tigra down. The rest of you keep the Hulk from getting to the shuttle!"

Tigra heard that. Shuttle? That couldn't be good. She struggled harder, but while she was indeed stronger than any single Phantom Cat she wasn't stronger than five. And no matter how or where she scratched, they kept on healing.

She hated regenerators. At least ones better at it than her.

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The Hulk had nearly caught up to the truck when over a dozen Phantom Cats sprang out from the back and leapt upon him. The jade goliath found himself buried under a fur pile that wouldn't have felt all that bad had the Phantom Cats not been trying to claw him to shreds.

"Cat people attack Hulk! Bad kitties! Bad!" The Hulk flexed his muscles, hurling the Phantom Cats through the air until they were stopped by a variety of obstructions, such as walls, vehicles, the ground, and a host of other very solid objects.

One of the trucks was a maintenance vehicle with a number of pipes poking out the back. A Phantom Cat flew almost unerringly toward it and ended up impaled squarely through the chest by one of the protruding pipes.

The Hulk grimaced. "Hulk did not mean to kill bad cat person. Hulk, huh?" The Avenger watched as the Phantom Cat grabbed the bar sticking out of his chest and pulled himself forward until he was at the end, then fell forward and off the pipe. As he rose to his feet, the glowing spot where the hole had been disappeared. Other cats who had injuries, including scrapes, cuts, or even broken bones, healed in similar fashion.

The Hulk reconsidered things. "Hulk thinks something is strange. These are not normal cat people."

The Phantom Cats hurled themselves at him again.

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Flying above, Iron Rose saw the Hulk being swarmed by the Phantom Cats. Great, she had hoped for Captain Japan and instead ended up with the child-like brute. Oh well, at least it hadn't been that furry harridan, Tigra. She would have turned around and gone back home if that one had been the kidnap victim. Although she did wonder how a bunch of giant hairballs had managed to capture the muscle-bound oaf. Perhaps he had been in his easier to manage human form.

As Iron rose hovered overhead, trying to figure out the best way to assist her teammate (assuming he required assistance), she noticed one of the Phantom Cats staring right at her. It was very creepy, especially with his inhuman eyes. Maybe she'd hit him with a repulsor blast first.

Then he suddenly dissolved into a beam of energy which shot up at her armor. There was a flash of light as it struck her, yet she felt no impact, nor did her armor seem scorched of burnt.

And then her systems began refusing her commands.

"Not again!" Kodachi tried everything she could to regain control of the armor's systems, but it was useless. Nothing responded, not even her inbuilt am/fm radio. It was like her armor had become sentient and gone on strike. Damn, damn, damn! It wasn't fair! Another three or four days and this wouldn't have been possible.

After several seconds, the armor began moving on its own. It was worse than with Bullseye. Then the armor had simply gone dead, now it was like she was a puppet.

"Get out!" Kodachi screamed as her armor flew down toward… oh no.

The Hulk saw only a black and gray blur as he was dive bombed by his teammate. Unlike the Phantom Cats, being hit by Iron Rose hurt a lot. He went flying nearly as far as the felines he had swatted away moments before.

The Hulk rose to his feet. "Why did Tin Can Girl—" The rest of the interrogative was cut off by a full force repulsor beam to the face that once again knocked the Hulk on his big green behind.

"It's not my fault!" Iron Rose shouted as a now very angry Hulk rose to his feet. "One of these damned felines got inside my armor and is controlling it!"

"Hulk thinks this is trick. Hulk thinks you are really robot making believe it's Tin Can Girl. Hulk will smash to prove it!" And with that he leapt into the air.

Luckily for Iron Rose, the Phantom Cat inhabiting her armor was nearly as adept with it as her, and evaded the charge. Had the Hulk landed squarely, she doubted if even her armor could withstand his assault. Instead, the armor circled around in midair, keeping distance between it and the emerald goliath as the repulsors charged up again in anticipation of a second shot.

This was turning into a really terrible day.

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Thor flew through the air toward the truck that was now stationed near the shuttle that was preparing for launch. Memories of nearly being flashfried by the Mandarin's own missile launch made her wince. Still, it was obvious these felines were up to no good (cat people never were, as evidenced by Tigra's sluttish demeanor). Whether they were saboteurs or hijackers, it made little difference to the Goddess of Thunder. There was combat to be had, and the furry tramp would owe Thor one for pulling her enlarged bottom out of the fire.

One of the Phantom Cats spotted Thor as she landed before the group emerging from the vehicle. "Incoming!"

A cat larger than the others, undoubtedly the leader, pulled in front of the group. "Take the Tigra on board. I shall deal with this one."

While on one level allowing them to shoot Tigra into deep space was satisfying, she deserved a better fate, such as a full body shave. Besides, allowing one's comrades to be abducted to far-off lands under one's nose looked bad.

Thor held up her hammer in warning. "Base villains. Unhand the furry wench and yield yourselves to the proper authorities, lest thou suffer the wrath of Thor!"

Cougar launched himself at her. Cats did have a tendency to pounce on prey, Thor noted. It mattered little. She would strike him from the skies before he had a chance to lay a single claw upon her.

Thor threw Mjolnir right at Cougar. The hammer was on target as it headed for the feline's chest. He made no move to evade the weapon, rather drawing both arms back, as though he would be the one unleashing the blow. Truly, he was an arrogant creature.

And then the hammer sailed through his chest, as though he were nothing more than a ghost.

Thor was so shocked that she left herself wide open as he brought his fists forward. She saw his entire forearms were sheathed in a yellow nimbus of crackling energy, and that some sort of mechanical bracers with a number of open wires was producing it. Acrid smoke poured from them and sparks danced along the edges.

And then both fists smashed into Thor's face, releasing an explosion of energy that could be felt hundreds of meters away. There was enough force to render even the goddess unconscious.

Finally succeeding in immobilizing Tigra with several lengths of thick cable, the Phantom Cats paused as their leader disappeared in the ensuing explosion. They were tense until the light died and Cougar emerged, melted slags of metal the only sign of the Null Bands that he had been wearing. Fur and skin had been scorched from his body deep enough that bone was visible in some places on his forearms. Like all wounds inflicted by conventional means upon their race, Cougar's healed before everyone's eyes.

He said, "Let's get on this shuttle. We have a planet to scourge."

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Iron Rose was becoming frantic. Losing control was so horrible, she would almost prefer the Hulk catch her and peel the armor from her body. Maybe she'd be dead, but at least she wouldn't be a marionette dancing on the end of some over-intelligent animal's strings.

The Hulk leapt up once more and nearly caught her this time. His leaps were becoming faster, almost too fast to be evaded. He must be really getting angry if his strength was increasing so much her jets were slower than his jumps.

The searchlight concealed in her chest flashed out, blinding the Hulk momentarily. Readings indicated the Cat was shunting one hundred percent of the power into her repulsors. He was going for an all or nothing shot. That much power, and even the Hulk might be knocked out. Or worse. Her repulsors were powerful, and even she didn't know what kind of damage such a blast would do to her simple minded teammate.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light from the ground and sparks danced along the entirety of her armor. There was an inhuman cry, like some soul was being sent to hell via a paper shredder, that came from the metal surrounding her itself.

Then Kodachi suddenly found herself in complete control of the armor again.

"Thank goodn—"

The rest of the sentiment was lost as the Hulk finally connected on one of his leaps. His fist struck Iron Rose squarely in the body, sending her flying nearly a mile away.

The Hulk held his hand to his brow, keeping out the sun, as he watched her form dwindle out of sight, lost among the trees of a nearby forest. "Ha! Hulk has proven he is strongest one again. Maybe Tin Can Girl will thank Hulk for beating up robot impersonating her. Maybe she will give Hulk medal. Or beans."

Patting his belly, his hunger was momentarily forgotten as a loud roar filled the air. The Hulk looked over to see a column of light come from the bottom of several large rockets as the launch took place.

"Ooooo! Pretty. Hulk likes space shots." He watched the craft slowly lift into the blue sky. Maybe he would become astronaut instead of Avenger. He bet he was strong enough he could just throw the craft into space, and they wouldn't need big rockets anymore.

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The sounds of rockets propelling tons of metal in the air roused Thor from the depths of unconsciousness. She looked up to see the shuttle and its boosters lift off from the ground, slowly but surely going into the air. She was distant enough that the flames didn't harm her, though the wind would have blown any mere mortal away.

"I say thee nay!" Thor spun Mjolnir around until it had sufficient force for her to take flight. Releasing it from the spin, she hurled it in the air, holding on to the pommel. She vowed to grab onto the vessel and wait until it got into orbit, then board it and force it earthward. She could withstand vacuum for an extended period of time, as proven when she and Iron Rose destroyed the Mandarin's satellite. Now that she knew the Phantom Cats could become immaterial, she would be prepared for them. They could be dispatched quite easily.

Thor was catching up to the shuttle, no more than fifty meters away from its gunmetal gray surface, when a pair of ground-to-air rockets slammed into her from behind, knocking her from the sky and causing her to crash to the ground below. Thor picked herself up, angrier than she had been in some time in being prevented not once, but twice, from stopping her foes. A quick look showed the shuttle had built up too much speed: she would never catch up to it.

Turning to confront the dishonorable fool that would strike her from behind, Thor found herself surrounded by a number of people in some sort of military garb. Rather than the JSDF insignia on their uniforms, they had a symbol with the acronym 'Hound'.

A woman who carried herself as though she were in charge of the outfit gave a sharp, "Halt, Thor. You're under arrest for attempting to interfere with a government space launch."

Thor felt her temper fray. "Fools. Where were thou when the cat people took over the shuttle?"

A voice from behind the group said, "That's already been taken to account."

Everyone stopped pointing their weapons at Thor and stood at attention. A small, non-descript man in a business suit and a smile that reminded her far too much of her half-brother said, "Sorry about that. I'm afraid you've stumbled upon a secret government operation. Ordinarily I wouldn't tell a civilian, but you're not exactly an ordinary citizen, and I've had to use this year's entire budget to fund the operation. I'd just as soon not have you destroy all my equipment since I'd never hear the end of it from the accountants. And then there's all of my people whose insurance plans you'd end up activating. It would be a bureaucratic nightmare. So why don't we go somewhere and, once I get the okay, I can inform you of everything that happened?"

"One of mine comrades was aboard that craft," Thor pointed out.

Irie considered that. "I understand she came out of nowhere and joined your team under suspicious conditions."

"Aye, she did."

"Perhaps I ought to brief you on exactly what Phantom Cats are, and why your comrade was likely a spy planted in your midst. Did she ever mention getting it on with someone named Balkatar?"

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Yuri Topolov, aka Mr. Comrade, aka the Gargoyle, looked in horror as his hijacked shuttle headed up into space and out of sight.

"No! How can this be? I was right on the verge of uniting mankind through intercommunication and unity of thought," he gasped.

"I'm afraid you've been betrayed, my love."

The Gargoyle turned around at the sound of Felicity's voice, only it was no longer the girl he loved. Instead it was yet another of those cats that had taken over the base and shuttle.

With his intelligence, he knew exactly what had happened, but he had to say it aloud to believe it. "You're… you're one of them?"

Felicity nodded. "Yes, I was assigned to seduce and encourage you to embark on this plan. You see, the electromagnetic wave projectors you have on all of your satellites in combination with the receivers you've been giving away to everyone to 'help with global communication', the ones with the miniature pulse generators inside them, can be used to do something other than influence people into passivity so they won't go around killing one another."

"You knew about that?" he gasped.

"Oh yes. Phantom Cat abilities are very adept at raiding computer files," Felicity explained. "Rather than sending out subtle waves to influence people over a prolonged period of time, we're going to tailor an EM burst that will shut down human brains instead. Thanks to you, we can blanket the entire earth with it. We won't even need the receivers on earth since we're going for one overpowering assault, rather than prolonged manipulation like you planned."

"You'll kill everyone," he said, staring at her in horror.

Felicity appeared sad. "Yes, we need the room. Our dimension is overpopulated, and we need a new one to move into. This is the perfect environment for us. However, your planet could not sustain both our races: we are too numerous. It's either you or us, and we choose us." She gave a sigh. "My apologies for leading you on. I genuinely like you. Were it possible, I would find some way to leave you alive, but it isn't. So instead, I'll give you a choice: you can wait until the pulse blankets the earth and shuts down your brain, or I can kill you now so you won't have to witness the end. I promise you it will be quick and painless. You won't even know what happened." She flexed her claws meaningfully.

Before the Gargoyle could answer the door to his room was kicked in. Standing in the entryway was a tall masked girl with long brown hair, dressed in a sailor fuku with green edging and lightning bolts all over her boots, uniform, and gloves.

Before the Phantom Cat could move, a bolt of electricity shot from her hand, striking Felicity in the side. The cat girl convulsed, let out a soul searing scream, then dissipated, as though she truly had been nothing more than a phantom that appeared like a cat rather than a cat that acted like a phantom.

The intruder said, "I see the information from Hound about that particular electrical wavelength being the one to destroy Phantom Cats was accurate."

The Gargoyle stared at the girl. "I recognize you. You're the Living Lightning."

The Living Lightning stared at him impassively. "My mistress sent me to save you from certain termination. She appreciates your genius and wishes to hire you, in light of the fact that once the truth of your 'communication system' comes to light, you will be imprisoned, if not executed. She offers a lucrative salary as well as benefits package."

Panicked, the Gargoyle said, "You don't realize what's going on. The Phantom Cats are going to kill humanity."

The Living Lightning shook her head. "Rest assured, steps have already been taken to prevent that. Were they not, I would have been personally sent to destroy the satellite. Now, it is recommended you take my mistress up on her offer." She raised a glowing hand and aimed it at him.

Things were happening too fast for even his increased intellect to fully comprehend. Still, even he could see the only possible safe course for his actions. "I agree."

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"Let me out!" Tigra hissed as she banged against the walls of the glass tube she had unceremoniously been stuffed in. Whatever the giant tube was made of was damn thick to resist her super strength. Of course, even if she escaped, she had nowhere to go.

Once the shuttle had taken off, she had stopped resisting. If she had broken free she had nowhere to go. It wasn't like she could survive reentry like Iron Rose. She listened calmly, waiting for some opportunity to escape as they went into orbit and eventually rendezvoused with the space station that served as the hub for all of Mr. Comrade's global communications. Tigra had been offloaded and shoved into one of these tubes. At the moment, she was left to do nothing more than simmer in her own juices while the cats fooled around with the equipment, setting it up for something which was far beyond her technical expertise.

After several minutes of poring over a console, Cougar gave a triumphant shout, "At last! Everything checks out! Humanity will be exterminated in the time it takes the electromagnetic charge to build up."

"Aiyah! What mangy hairball mean?" Tigra asked.

"No need to worry your pretty head about useless details," Cougar said in a soothing tone that only irked Tigra even more. "Besides, I couldn't hope to explain it to you in less than a minute, and I'm not delaying the countdown for a single second."

"Oooh, pretty please," Tigra cooed, putting her most noticeable attributes 'up against the glass'.

Cougar looked at her hungrily. "Don't worry. Once I've confirmed the extermination of humanity, we can begin the ritual of the Crossing."

"What ritual?" Tigra asked warily.

"The mating ritual between the Balkatar, which is myself, and the Tigra, which is you. Our union will open up a dimensional gateway between this dimension and ours, which will enable the pride to come to a rich, fertile, and humanless planet."

The Avenger paled. "Tigra not Phantom Cat! Tigra were-woman!"

Cougar looked at her curiously. "You keep saying that word. I don't think it means what you think it means."

Tigra pounded her head against the clear wall.

Toonces said, "The charge is built up, sir. Would you like to do the honors?"

"You'd better believe it!" Cougar practically danced to the button to ignite the pulse. He was right next to it as he said, "As Balkatar, I will—" He shook his head furiously. "Blast, I almost made a speech. Sorry about that. I'll kill humanity, then make a victory speech. Or maybe it'll be a congratulatory speech. We'll figure it out later."

Cougar touched the button, and then the room was filled with light.

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"And so it ends." The Phantom Cat called Raven shifted her body to her 'true form', that of the ebon-skinned, shape-shifting mutant the world knew as Mystique. The cries of the disintegrating Phantom Cats on board the satellite had been as hideous as anything she had heard, and she had heard many hideous things in her long life. She was responsible for many of them, including this one.

She had to admit, Irie's plot had been a good one, and it was difficult to impress Raven Darkholme. Altering the Phantom Cats' plan for the global extermination of humanity into one to exterminate the Phantom Cats had been a stroke of genius. And all it had taken was Mystique infiltrating the race and aligning herself with the most powerful side. Then she waited until the last moment to place a chip which switched the electromagnetic wavelength from one that killed humans to one that eradicated Phantom Cats. How ironic that the race had ended up pulling the trigger on themselves. Though it was a good thing she had aligned herself with Cougar instead of Black Cat. From what she had gathered, he had been a shrewd one, and there was a realistic possibility he would have sniffed out her plan, or taken precautions that the system couldn't be turned against him in this manner. But Cougar had been far too bloodthirsty and visceral. The idea that someone could outsmart him had never entered his mind. He was sneaky in combat, to be certain, but it was an animal's instinct rather than a Machiavellian train of thought.

Like Mystique's.

Oh yes. Already the plan had formed in her mind. Given the persecutions of mutants in so many corners of the world, she had no compunction against the genocide of humans. In fact, she would rather enjoy it. Unfortunately the Phantom Cats' biases saw no difference between homo sapiens and homo superior, but Mystique most certainly did. And the system that had just sent a pulse that had eliminated every Phantom Cat worldwide could theoretically be adjusted to do the same to ordinary humans. Magneto would certainly be interested in the potential. Mystique would even volunteer the information for nothing in the hopes it was successful.

It would prove Destiny and her mutant precognitive abilities wrong. Mystique still couldn't believe her old friend had switched to Xavier's side, insisting mutants' best chance for survival would be coexistence with humans, and that with some modifications, Xavier was their best shot. Mystique knew better, had lived too long with humanity. They would never accept them due to mutants' inherent superiority. One side or the other must fall. Not all that different from the Phantom Cats perspective, really.

Mystique inserted several disks to copy the station's files and waited. As she did so, she tuned around….

…And saw a very angry Tigra staring daggers at her through her tube.

"What the hell?" Mystique had made certain the interior projector she had slaved to the panel bathed the entire room with the pulse and eradicated all the Phantom Cats. The Tigra should have been killed as well.

"How did you survive?"

"Tigra not Phantom Cat!" she raged.

"You know, I believe you," Mystique said. "I also believe you know too much, bimbo that you are. I…." The mutant stopped as Tigra undid the cat-shaped clasp at the front of her uniform… hell, it was a bikini, allowing her breasts to spill free.

Mystique was only slightly surprised. The attractive often used sex to bargain for their life. She had used it on more than one tight occasion. "Sorry, while I have used male guises and slept with women, I'm not into furries, so it's useless…."

Again, the girl was doing something very curious as she pulled something off the back of the ornament and pressed the clasp against the glass wall. It stuck. Some sort of adhesive. Mystique watched as the Avenger pulled the belt of teeth from her waist. Inserting one tooth at the end of the belt into the cat face of the clasp, she then removed another tooth from the middle while holding the far end. She brought the tooth in her left hand back, then forward to the one in her right in a striking motion.

Instinctively, Mystique leapt back just as the clasp exploded. The shaped charge sent the glass away from the interior of the tube. Only a handful of small slivers of glass sliced into her body.

As Mystique rose to her feet, Tigra stepped out of the shattered tube, looking exceptionally angry.

Mystique activated the 'claws' from the glove of her outfit. They were a gift from Irie, made of synthetic Phantom Cat nails and guaranteed to do damage to them just like a real Phantom Cat claw would. She held them before her face. "You might not know who I am, so let me inform you. My name is Mystique. I am one of the world's foremost assassins."

The cat girl stopped and gave a playful smile. "Actually, Tigra have a secret she share with you." And with that her smile changed in some indescribable manner. It went from warm and pleasing to something else.

The same sort of smile Mystique saw when she looked in a mirror.

"So am I." Tigra said in flawless Japanese as she held up her own claws in identical fashion to Mystique's. "Small world, isn't it?"

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"What nice weather we're having," Irie said to the dozen members of Hound that surrounded him in the middle of the open field. They were the best of the best, with Narusawa in charge of the group. A good girl, that one. A pity she couldn't duplicate herself the way that Jamie Madrox character could. At least the feelers Irie had sent to Madrox indicated he might be lured away from Gyrich for the right price.

But things were up in the air now. From all appearances, Operation Deep Freeze had gone off without a hitch. Every single Phantom Cat they knew of, including the ones that had been captured for observation, had disintegrated before their eyes. The planned genocide of humanity had been swapped out for the Phantom Cats, and the felines only had themselves to blame. Not that Irie really cared about whow\ engineered what. He never understood that whole 'blood on one's hands concept' other than in a purely intellectual capacity.

In any event, with the apparent success of his organization's stated goal he would soon find himself unemployed. Only one loose end to tie up, and according to the transponder signal, it was rapidly approaching.

"Ah, there it comes." Irie stared up in the sky as the escape pod from the space station went from a small red glow to a big one, then slowed down as breaking jets ignited, decelerating the pod's decent until it went in for a soft landing in the middle of the field no more than a hundred meters away. He had to admit, Mr. Comrade, well, probably better to go with his original name, the Gargoyle, was a true genius. A pity the man had disappeared. Irie would have loved to recruit him for his own operations, But the diminutive mastermind had disappeared right after the shuttle debacle. No doubt he would turn up at some point. Maybe even alive.

"Let's go." The group approached the fallen pod, weapons at the ready. All except Irie, who appeared for all the world like he was going on a casual stroll through the countryside.

He waited a short distance away, letting his troopers take their place in front of the hatch. There was a hiss of escaping air and it slowly lifted upward.

Irie said, "Welcome back to Earth, Raven. I will have to ask for those disks you have no doubt copied from, well now. This is an interesting turn of events."

Tigra emerged from the pod, covered in a healthy amount of blood. While there were missing streaks of fur from several parts of her body, and one patch missing near her abdomen, there were no open wounds upon her. Still, she looked very much the worse for wear.

Wearily, she walked toward Irie, all of the Hound troopers aiming their weapons at her. Narusawa interjected herself between Irie and the cat girl.

One of the men shouted, "It's a Phantom—"

"If Tigra hear someone say she Phantom Cat one more time, that person find out what it mean to 'bleed out'!" she snarled.

Irie said, "Now, now, no need for bloodshed." He looked Tigra over. "Further bloodshed. I take it Raven will not be joining us?"

"Very tragic accident. Poor girl fall on own fake claws. Several times. Too, too clumsy."

"I see." Irie put a hand into his pocket, which held a small transmitter with a button on it. He pushed the button. When the cat girl's claws didn't detonate and blow her hands off, he assumed it was not Mystique in disguise. True, sabotaging her equipment was not a nice thing to do, but neither was her likely betrayal. And neither of them would have described themselves as 'nice' to anyone.

"We really must be certain you're not a Phantom Cat," Irie pointed out. "Perhaps you would submit to an examination?"

"No." If ice could speak, it would sound almost as cold as that.

"What if I were to insist?"

Tigra shrugged. "History full of people who make bad decisions. Look how many try to invade Russia in winter."

Oh, how intriguing. She wasn't half the airhead she appeared to be. Also Mystique had never possessed that sort of sense of humor. "How about a show of trust? Completely on my part, since you obviously have no trust in me."

"What?"

"I have a special gun." He pulled it out, unworried about her reaction. She already had a dozen guns aimed at her, after all. "This only works on Phantom Cats. I can shoot you with it, and if it doesn't dissolve your form in a very painful, non-messy manner, we'll know you're not one."

Tigra held out an open hand. "Good idea. In exchange, Little Man put throat in here. Claws special. Only hurt lying mens."

"Very well." The members of Hound were aghast as Irie did as she suggested, placing his throat in her open grip. Even Tigra was astonished at the casual manner he had in putting his life literally in her hand.

"I'll aim for your foot," he assured her.

She watched carefully for a trick. Irie triggered the gun, a lance of electricity shooting out. All it did was make Tigra's foot tickle. Once he holstered his gun, she released his throat.

"It's safe, gentlemen. Tigra is indeed a were-woman, whatever that is. In any case, we can be assured she is not a Phantom Cat. One last concession, however, and it has nothing to do with your feline status. I would ask that we be allowed to search your person to make certain you didn't bring any contraband with you."

She spun around, showing her outfit consisted only of her bikini. "Where Tigra put contraband?"

"Oh, you'd be amazed how inventive some people are with their orifices."

Some of the male soldiers volunteered to perform a strip search. They retracted their offer when Tigra turned her gaze to them and their interest literally withered.

"I think Narusawa is up to the task," Irie suggested. When Tigra saw it was a woman, she agreed to a private one in the shuttle, though she did grimace as Narusawa put on a rubber glove.

A few minutes later, both women emerged from the pod, Tigra looking more pissed than ever.

"Sorry. Lubricant isn't part of a standard Hound field kit," Narusawa said apologetically.

Irie appeared delighted. "Now that we've confirmed your identity and lack of contraband, and I'm not foolish enough to suggest we take up any more of your time in a debriefing."

Tigra's look made everyone but the inscrutable Irie tighten their grips on their guns.

"I'll accept your word that you won't tell anyone about the events that happened today. Besides, who would believe a story about a race of Phantom Cats? It's not like there's any proof, now is there? Purely urban legend, like the rabid albino alligators that supposedly live in sewers. Only children take nonsense like that seriously."

"Is good point," Tigra acknowledged. "What Tigra tell Avengers about escaping non-existent Phantom Cats, though?"

"Oh, go ahead and tell them the truth. I don't see them getting all that worked up about it. Unlike the majority of the population, I assume cat people abductions aren't that unusual given your line of work."

"Is sad, but true," Tigra admitted.

Irie clapped his hands together. "Now that that's taken care of, why don't we give you a lift back to the Avengers? They'll be happy to see you, especially after I explain to them I was mistaken about you being a Phantom Cat spy placed in their midst."

For a moment it looked like the members of Hound would end up having to shoot the at girl after all, but after a tense moment, her shoulders slumped. "Tigra not in mood to argue. Just let Avengers know is all right, then want bath and sleep."

"A good way to end the day," Irie agreed.

And that was exactly what Tigra did.

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[Epilogue]

[Two weeks later]

"So, we have confirmation, thanks to the slut Taba is sleeping with---"

"I am not sleeping with Narusawa!"

"--that the Phantom Cats insidious plan backfired in their faces and booted every last one of them from our world."

"And dat Tigra chick is not a Phantom Cat."

"Correct, which means we have a major problem."

"We're out of smokes?"

"No, we're out of jobs. People won't hire us to stop Phantom Cats if there aren't any Phantom Cats to stop."

"And we're still in the red. Let's grab a paper and start looking through the wants ads."

"Actually, I have a better idea. I'm thinking something big. Something lucrative. Something like… Heroes for Hire."

"I think there's already an outfit like that."

"Unless they've copyrighted it, it's up for grabs. Maybe we'll even hire them on as additional staff."

"And I won't be low man on the totem pole."

"You'll always be low man on the totem pole, Taba."

"I hate my job."

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[End Act III]

Finally, everything is wrapped up for this act. Yes, I know this act was a bit weak on characterization and moving major things along in the cast's alter-egos lives, (well, except for resolving the Ranma/Ryouga conflict.) So next Act I'll be trying to move things along a little better. Also sorry it took so long to get this out, especially since it wasn't all that big. You'll note I took a 'Raiders of the Lost Ark' bent with the Phantom Cats arc (the hero had no effect on the end result) Yes, the Avengers weren't actually instrumental in stopping the Phantom Cats, but there's a big world out there and they aren't the only ones defending it. Also Irie is not going to disappear, and there were a few other things that will eventually come about as the results of this arc.

Next Act will be 'The Hate Monger and The Peacemaker'. With both old and new foes, as well as some more movement on the private lives of our cast.