Disclaimer: The SWAt Kats are owned by Hanna Barbera and the Tremblay brothers. I own the OCs.
Anne is one crafty lady. Not exactly sure how she knows Jasmine's parents, guess that will be another chapter.
Now Gregg, as you will read. He and Mark know each other from the academy. I will say, I do have plans for him.
After several attempts to entice the three all female couples of the SWAT Kats to be interviewed by her, and failed, Anne came up with idea, so Fool Proof, they would have to appear. She knew Empress, Caliber, and Pirouette had given birth to their kittens, so they along with their respective husbands were going to be out of the picture, at least she hoped. But that left one other female, who would be out there, patrolling the streets, who could throw a wrench, or in her case, a shiroken into her plan, Sensei. Anne knew Sensei was just as cunning as she was beautiful, but she was also a Wild Card. Sensei followed the others, to a point, but with her skills, she did things with her own deadly flair. Which could be quite difficult to predict.
Anne left her office for the day, determined to get the three couples, she desired to be interviewed, by her, and her alone. She arrived back at her apartment and changed into a dark blue jump suit, to hide her from the sight of others, before she had a chance to corner the SWAT Kats in her web, then force them to be interviewed on Live TV. She smiled as she went over to her Coffee Table, picked up her phone, and dialed the pair of cats, she knew who would get the job done.
She waited for one of them to answer, then asked, "Are you two ready?"
"More than ready, Miss Gora. But please explain, why you want us to break into the Museum, make our way to the vaults, and not take anything?" The female asked.
"I need you two to trip the alarms, drawing the SWAT Kats out. Once the system has been tripped, you two are to get out of there, and not get caught," Anne answered.
"There seems to be a small flaw in your plan, Miss Gora," the female stated. "What about the Enforcers? Feral has weeded out most of the Dead Wood, leaving a squad of very, well trained officers. They are going to respond, once the alarm is activated."
"The Enforcers will not enter the Museum, not without explicit permission from Dr. Abby Sinian, and she will not want them, trampling around her museum, for any reason."
"And she will want the SWAT Kats, trampling around her precious museum?" The female asked., mimicking Anne's own words, to make her point, perfectly known.
"No, she won't. However, when have the SWAT Kats, ever not jumped into action, when duty calls?" Anne asked.
"None that I know of," the female replied. "We expect payment in full, before sundown." She disconnected the call.
Phyllis put her Work Phone away, turned to her husband, and said, "There is something, not quite right with our client's request, Howard. I don't like what I'm hearing. She's way too confident that the Enforcers won't enter the museum and the SWAT Kats will."
"What do you want to do, my love?" Howard asked his lovely wife. "We haven't been paid yet, we can still back out and forget this ever occurred." He went over to her, wrapped his paws around her mid-section, then said, "You know, instead of doing this job, I could take my sexy wife out, for a night on the town, then bring her back home, for a, deep massage. Doesn't that sound like a better idea, Phyllis?" He dipped his mouth to her neck and started nibbling, the places he knew to drive her wild.
Phyllis tilted her head back, giving her husband better access to her, grabbing his paws, and guiding them to just under her chest. She let out a deep purr, then said, "After all these years of marriage, you still know how to make me purr." He then hit a very sensitive spot, just below her jaw, which caused her to turn in his arms, push him against the back of the couch, and kiss him, very deeply. Then said, "I don't need a night on the town, Howard! I need my husband to take care of his wife's, needs. Right now!" She kissed him again, reaching in between them to tear off Howard's shirt. The buttons went flying, leaving his chest and abs completely bare to her. "If you don't carry me upstairs, right now, your pants are going to suffer the same fate!"
Howard swooped her up in his arms and carried out his wife's wishes, without s single complaint.
Since almost none of the active members of SWAT had any Martial Arts training, Felicia took the initiative, bringing Jasmine, Marissa, Katerina, Tina, Kayla, and Jessica to her dojo. Each one was wearing their uniforms, minus their helmets. The first five mentioned she-cats were dripping in sweat as Felicia made them practice swinging a Bo Staff again and again, until Felicia determined, they were acting as a single cat.
Felicia paced back and forth in front of them, keeping her steely gaze on both their staffs and their paws, as she ordered, "Ute!"
Almost in unison, the five she-cats replied, "Hai!" As they swung their staffs.
After thirty minutes of Felicia's constant instruction, Jasmine, softly asked Kayla, "Is she trying to kill us?"
"You wouldn't know if she was trying to kill you, cause you would already be dead," Kayla responded.
Felicia's left ear caught the conversation and brought the ear's owner's attention to the two. "Kayla! You know better than to be talking in my class and Jasmine, this is only the beginning of today's training. You still have Paw to Paw Combat to get through! Swing those staffs, ladies! Ute!"
After another half hour, the five of them were acting as one. Both Felicia and Jessica couldn't discern the sounds the Bo staffs, slicing through the air, from one to another. "Tomare!" Felicia ordered.
The five of them stopped, dropping their staffs to the floor. Marissa, Jasmine, and Tina collapsed to the floor, panting very heavily. While Kayla and Katerina brought their paws to their knees, panting equally hard.
"Very good!" Felicia stated. "Lets take a short break, then we move onto Calisthenics, in combination with Bolo usage."
Jessica picked up a tray, loaded with light blue plastic cups, filled with slightly chilled water, and brought them over to the group.
"You're dressed to be joining us, Weaver. How come Sensei isn't putting you through the same torture as the rest of us?" Marissa asked.
"I'm here for moral support, not to become a living weapon," Jessica answered. She took one of the cups from the tray and handed it to Marissa, saying, "Here. Drink this, slowly. You need to keep your hydration up." She handed out the rest of the cups to the rest, including Felicia.
While they all drank, Tina asked, "Why is it so hot in here? Don't you have A/C, Felicia?"
Felicia lowered the cup from her mouth, then answered, "I do have A/C, Tina. As Kayla will tell you, I don't use it, except for the Kitten Classes. There is no A/C when we are out there, fighting. Think of this as conditioning your body."
"I'm not used to the heat. With all this dense fur, I feel like I'm cooking myself. Lynxes are not meant to be in the warmer climates," Tina stated.
Felicia put her empty cup down on the tray, then said, "I know you're uncomfortable, Tina. However, being uncomfortable is one of the least things you will need to be worried about, when we face David and his cronies, if what Callista and Michael has told us is correct, which I have not doubt at all. We all need to be prepared for anything, including fighting in unbearable conditions."
Jessica finished passing out the cups of water to all, except Kayla. She placed the tray down on one of the Display Cases, picked up the last full cup, and walked over to Kayla. She crouched down to her level, and asked, "You ok?"
Kayla was still, breathing heavily as the sweat left her face and ponded on the floor, she said, "I'll be alright. I've been through worse, with her." She took the cup from Jessica with her right paw, took a sip, then lifted her head to Jessica, and said, "Thanks, I needed a drink."
"You're welcome, Kayla. I would kiss you. However, right now, you stink," Jessica stated.
"Thanks a lot!" She turned to Felicia, and asked, "Sensei, since Weaver is sort of one of us, shouldn't she participate in some of our training?"
Felicia looked over Jessica and how she was dressed in the light blue body suit, then said, "You know, you're right, Kunoichi. She could use a little training, if she is going to be riding with you."
Jessica stood up and started backing away from the group, saying, "Now wait a minute. My contribution is to repair your uniforms, and make modifications to them, not running around, carrying a sword, or one of those tri-pointy things." She pointed to a pair of Sais mounted to the wall.
"Those tri-pointy things are called Sais, Weaver," Felicia answered. "What did you feel, when you rescued that kitten, or more precisely, when you slipped the Glovetrix on your paw?"
Jessica remembered how it felt to have the Glovetrix attached to her paw, and how it felt to punch out the window, removing the tiny kitten from its car seat. The feeling of empowerment, still resided in her. "I admit, it felt, amazing!"
"That's how I felt, the first time I was able to throw my opponent over my shoulder," Felicia said. "Slight change in plans. Kayla, since you are already a Fourth Degree Blackbelt, stay here with Jessica, and start teaching her some of the basics. While the rest of us, head out for a leisurely, ten mile run."
"You've got to be joking! We're going to run, in our uniforms!? In this heat!?" Marissa asked.
Felicia went over to her and got in her face. "Would you prefer, to spar with me, instead, Sure-Shot?" Felicia asked.
Marissa knew, way too well if she took up Felicia's alternate training, she would be bruised, battered, and probably have to be carried home. However, the thought of having Jasmine nursing her back to health, was quite appealing. Especially, after contemplating, Jasmine wearing a sexy nurse uniform for her, she answered, "The run will be fine."
"Thought so. Let's go, ladies. And do try to keep up with me and Sniper. I want to see if we can get back here by, say 6."
The four which were going to run with Felicia took a quick glance at the clock and saw it was already four, forty five in the afternoon. After quickly performing the math in their heads, they all determined this Leisurely Run, was going to be more like an outright ten mile sprint. "Are you insane! We would have to run at the pace of a Marathon Runner, in order to get back here by 6!" Jasmine said.
"Then might I suggest, we start now?" Felicia stated.
After they left, Kayla grabbed a pair of large red pads, which were to be worn on the trainer's paws, slipped them on, then said, "Alright, come stand in front of me."
Jessica finished wrapping her paws in tape, just as Kayla instructed her to, then walked over to stand in front of her lover. "Is this really necessary, Kayla?"
"It is. Raise those paw up, and prepare to strike the pads, with everything you got!" Kayla said.
Jessica spread her legs open, bent her knees, and lifted her fists to just below her shoulders.
Kayla examined Jessica's stance, then said, "Not the worst stance, I've seen, but could be better."
"Thanks a lot! I'm a Model, not a fighter. These claws are meant to be painted, not being used for slashing," Jessica said.
"There is no reason, you can't be both. How about I sweeten the pot? For every piece of training you do well, you get a kiss," Kayla said.
"Do I get choose where I get kissed?" Jessica asked.
Kayla quickly kissed her, then answered, "That is the only place, you are going to get kissed, while we are here." She took a defensive stance, readying herself for Jessica's strikes, and said, "Hit me with everything you got!"
Jessica swung with her right fist, connecting with the pad on Kayla's left paw, pushing her arm back.
"Not bad," Kayla said. "We will need to work on getting you stronger. Oh, when we are back at yours or my apartment, you can have me kiss, where ever you want."
That enticed Jessica to hit harder. She swung her fists harder and faster, than she did earlier.
Kayla kept taking the blows, smiling at her girlfriend's drastic improvement. After a few more jabs, Kayla threw the pads to the ground, launched herself at Jessica, tackling her to the floor. "You did, very well. Here's your reward," She said, right before she brought her lips to Jessica's, and kissed her.
Jessica kissed her back, wrapping her arms around Kayla's neck holding her to her.
As the moments passed, Jessica heightened their shared kiss, slipping her tongue into Kayla's mouth, her left paw sliding down Kayla's back to below her tail. She pulled back from the kiss, long enough to say, "I want you, Kayla."
Kayla sealed her lips to Jessica's again, bringing her right paw up to Jessica's left breast. And as she gave the fleshy globe a gentle squeeze, she heard, "KAYLA! JESSICA! You two can have all the sex you want, back at your place!"
They both turned their heads to see a very angry Felicia, shooting a Death Glare at both of them, and Marissa, Jasmine, Tina, and Katerina, suppressing their laughter.
At Enforcer Headquarters. Mark was getting ready for Patrol. Ulysses called in a small favor, to have him Show the Ropes to a recent transfer from another city. He finished securing his tie to his shirt, fixed his low pony tail, and closed his locker. He looked at himself in the mirror located on the wall, flexed his muscles, causing his shirt to be stretched to the point of ripping at the seams, then relaxed, and left the locker room.
He entered the lobby and made his way over to the Dispatch desk. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the desk, and asked, "Commander Feral asked for me to show the new transfer around. Any idea where the cat is?" He flashed one of his smiles, that almost always, made the she-cats melt for him, and ever so slowly, swayed his tail.
"Sorry, Lieutenant Samuelson. Your charms won't work on me, like your wife's," She answered. "Speaking of, how is Lisa, and those adorable kittens doing? Oh, please tell me you have a photo of them?"
As he reached into the right rear pocket of his uniform pants to get his wallet, containing pictures of his growing family, he answered, "What type of father would I be, if I didn't have at least one pic of my wife and kids." He managed to get his wallet free from the confines of his pants, opened it, and removed one of the photos taken shortly after Katherine was born. He looked at the photo of Lisa holding their daughter in her arms, with Raphael sitting in her left, looking admiring at his little sister. He passed the photo to the clerk, and said, "This was taken the day after, Katherine was born."
The clerk took the photo, looked at it, then said, "They both are precious! You're going to have your paws full of suitors, when they get older."
"I hope not. Katherine is only a few days old, and we're still not 100% sure how old Raphael is. Lisa and I want to enjoy our family, as it is, before we have to start worrying about them dating anyone," Mark said.
The clerk handed him the photo back, saying, "You can hope for that all you want. But those two kittens are so cute, they will have their choice of dating material." She looked around to see if she could spot an un-familiar face. She spotted someone she didn't know in the sea of uniforms, and said, "I think your transfer is over there,." She pointed towards the far wall with her right index finger.
Mark turned around and looked over his right shoulder, towards the spot the clerk was pointing. In the back , behind all the Enforcers wearing their standard dark tans and blue uniforms, stood one lone tom wearing a light blue uniform shirt, black pants, black belt with a silver buckle. His height was just above average with a decent amount of muscle tone to his body, from what he could tell from how he filled out his uniform. From the neck up, his fur was exposed, which was a very light gold, almost white, a pink nose, and light brown hair with a orange streak down the center.
Mark turned his body towards the tom and started walking towards him.
The tom seemed almost lost in the crowd of cats he didn't know. He heard a pair of shoes coming towards him and lifted his eyes to see who it might be. He noticed what could be only described as a Mountain of Muscle, with dark brown fur, black hair, secured in a low pony tail, in other words, to him, a walking dream come true.
Mark stoped in front of him, and said, "I'm Lieutenant Samuelson. I guess you are the transfer? Pleased to meet you." He extended his right paw in welcome.
"I know you, very well, Mark," he said, taking Mark's paw in his. "Don't you remember me, from the academy?"
Mark studied his face for a minute, then asked, "Gregg?"
Gregg's face lit up and said, "That's me. Too bad I didn't get selected to join the Enforcers. Imagine the team we would have made, if we were partnered up."
Mark took his paw back, as he said, "We would have made a good team, but Lisa and I needed to be partnered up. I wasn't going to let her, be out there, with anyone else."
"Speaking of Lisa, how is she doing? The last time I saw her, we were graduating the academy."
"She and I got married, adopted a little boy, and only a few days ago, she gave birth to our daughter," Mark answered.
"Wow! You two moved fast!," Gregg said. "Is she going to return , once her Maternity Leave is over?"
"I really don't know. If she does, we will have to find Day Care for two toddlers at the same time. Not only will that be expensive, but difficult to find a place willing to take them both. I'm hoping she will continue to teach dance at her studio and take the kids with her," Mark said.
"She still dances, on top of being a mother and an Enforcer?" Gregg asked. "What a she-cat! No wonder you fell for her."
Mark laid his left paw on Gregg's right shoulder, and said, "I fell for her, at first sight, Gregg. Go and get your gear, I'll meet you at the car." He removed his paw and walked towards the Parking Lot.
Gregg turned his head to watch Mark's hips and tail in his rather form-fitting uniform pants. "Even though he is married, I wouldn't mind, having my paws on that body!" He said, before he returned to the locker room to get his gear.
End of Chapter