Sorry for the long wait folks, but the lack of Internet at home has been the biggest setback, along with a bad case of writer's block. Before I continue on the rest of the story, I would like to thank everyone for the favorites, follows, and positive reviews, and I especially want to thank dax0042 for the suggestion in one of his reviews. And again, An Amber Pen, thank you for the favorite and follow on my story. And now, on with the FanFic!

Over at Professor Hackle's lab, the old wise Kat inspected some of the odd markings within the escape pod. Behind him were the SWAT Kats, Feral and his niece, Mayor Manx, and Deputy Mayor Callie Briggs trying to calm him down.

"You know," said Hackle as he analyzed the markings, "I am glad you have decided to join the SWAT Kats and I in trying to figure out the mystery at hand. Hmm, how very odd, these markings seem rather familiar to me."

"Let's face it Professor," announced Feral, while thinking about the crime scene, "when it comes to my job, I take it seriously."

"Where is Megakat City going to?" asked the Mayor in a frightened groan. "What if we never find the madkat in time?"

"Don't worry Mayor," assured Callie, "I'm sure we'll find out who is responsible. But judging by what I heard on the news, I'm not sure if it's a Kat we're dealing with."

"You're probably right, Callie."

"How do you think we should capture them, Uncle?" Felina asked.

Commander Feral, looking serious once again, dismissed the thought of the slaughtering that had taken place. "We shall capture them in any way possible, Felina. The Enforcers shall handle things here."

"Please Feral," begged the Mayor, "I understand your good intentions and all, but I can't have anyone risking their lives finding some psychopath. A death like that is too terrible an image to begin with."

"You underestimate me, Manx. Despite all that I've seen in the cannery, nobody is going to faze me, or my officers, from finding and apprehending the lunatic."

"Right, Feral," sarcastically sneered T-Bone, "because you're the Kat for the job—one who was about ready to throw up while on live TV."

Before the high-ranking Enforcer could snap at the SWAT Kats, Professor Hackle stood up and cleared his throat. "Everyone, I believe I have figured out who is responsible for the deaths of the Korat Gang. I thought the markings looked rather familiar to me."

"What have you found out, Professor?" asked Razor.

"Well, let me say that I believe our murderer is from outer space. However, the creature who was in the escape pod so happens to probably be considered one of the galaxy's most dangerous extra-terrestrials. Here, allow me to show you a specimen I have obtained while I worked with Pumadyne long ago."

Walking with his cane, Professor Hackle pressed a button on one of his computers and a section of the wall opened up, showing a full body, barefaced, armor-relieved specimen of Thwei Halkrath's species, floating like a specter in his cell filled with a clear green liquid.

T-Bone and Razor squinted an eye, Feral and his niece exchanged glances, Callie covered her mouth as she stared wide-eyed at the crustaceous face, and Mayor Manx violently shivered at the sight of the dead Predator.

Outside the building through a window, an invisible Thwei Halkrath looked at the dead Predator and recognized it as his late uncle, remembering his father telling him that they were twin brothers.

"One of the Enforcers managed to bring down the creature, or 'Predator,' as the scientists called it back in Pumadyne;" started Professor Hackle, "he brought the Predator in for me to examine it, and while I was, I had also observed the weapons it brought along and the armor it wore. A number of the inventions I have created for the Enforcers and Pumadyne were inspired by the Predator's wide range of arsenal, not to mention the bullet-proof vests being made from the same metal used in his armor."

"But Professor," spoke up Callie, "why did the scientists dub that . . . thing 'the Predator,' if you don't mind me asking?"

"I'm glad you asked, Miss Briggs. You see, when the Enforcer brought the body in, the Predator still had his mask on; it was a stroke of luck that, when I was tinkering with it, I have activated what seemed to be a recorder, showing a length of his life from his home world to travelling to other worlds beyond our own, and hunting creatures we couldn't imagine. Aside from his hunting exploits, I saw that when he landed on our planet, he wasn't alone, for he had a colleague with him at the time. Pumadyne asked me to invent a space probe to try and collect more information about the Predator's planet, and I did in an insect-sized robot, which followed and travelled with the creature's colleague, recording the interior of their spacecraft, and once it arrived on their planet, it recorded their daily lives, their strict codes of hunting and honor, their spiritual beliefs, and so much more. Through these recordings, I have seen that they are a very intelligent and advanced race, and a rather dangerous one at that, for they also invented an invisibility cloak of some sort for themselves, along with their weapons and traps; however, if one should examine the disguised Predator, or the traps carefully, they could see them."

My quarry is in there, thought Thwei Halkrath as he listened in on the Kats, along with two more honorable beings. Now's not a good time due to possible dishonorable kills.

"What else could you tell us about them?" asked T-Bone.

"Well," continued Professor Hackle, "the Predator hunts only during the hottest days, but there have been exceptions. When I mentioned that they hunt with honor, they would only hunt armed creatures. They only spare the young, the sick, and unarmed creatures—so long as they don't attack the Predator, of course."

"So that's what drew him here!" said Razor. "And that's the reason why he killed the Korat Gang!"

"I'm sorry, Professor," announced Mayor Manx, "but I can't take that risk. Callie, we should head back to my office and we'll work on a speech."

"But Mayor," said Callie, "how could you think of a speech at such a time?"

"You don't understand Callie, the speech is to warn Megakat City to stay inside at all times until we stop that thing."

Right, thought Callie, to warn your potential voters.

"And by the looks of things," Commander Feral thought out loud, "I'll need all the help the Enforcers and I could get. SWAT Kats, despite how much I distrust you, it looks like we'll . . . have to team up once more."

"If it means stopping the Predator on time," figured T-Bone, "then our service is available."

"Say, Professor," said Razor, "you wouldn't happen to have anything that would help us see the Predator if it was invisible, would you?"

"You know," said Professor Hackle as he rubbed his chin, "I think I just might. Pardon me for a moment." After only a few seconds, the old Kat came back with what looked to be four visors. "It took me a long time to develop these visors. Since I resigned from Pumadyne, I never saw any use of them until now. Once activated, you'll be able to see like the Predator through three different visions."

"Any chance you are able to produce more of these?" inquired Feral.

"Oh, I'm able to produce more visors, but I'm afraid that it would take me a while."

"I'm sorry Professor," announced Mayor Manx, while trying to be inconspicuous with straightening his hairpiece, "but I must head back to my office for that speech. Come, Callie."

The Deputy Mayor followed Manx before pausing and turning her head in the direction of T-Bone and Razor. "Good luck, SWAT Kats."

Commander Feral watched the two Kats leave for a moment before looking thoughtful about something. "Hmm . . ." He then pulled out his radio. "Send two of my best Enforcers to the Mayor's office immediately. And tell Lt. Commander Steele to join them as well."

"What are you doing, Uncle?" asked Felina, after Feral stashed his radio back in his pocket.

"Sending Steele and a couple of Enforcers to protect the Mayor and Miss Briggs. Where criminal scum have failed in killing the Predator, the Enforcers shall do so. Besides, it's about time Steele had made himself useful."

"But what about the visors? Without them, our men won't stand a chance against that thing."

". . . I know you mean well, Felina, but that's a risk I'm willing to take."

Outside, Thwei Halkrath watched as Callie and Mayor Manx left the building, all while thinking about how the Deputy Mayor spoke to the SWAT Kats, along with the look on her face as she did so—the sort of look as if she and the Predator's trophies of choice had a close bond. His mind then mused over two of Feral's best Enforcers.

Time to snare my quarry, thought Thwei Halkrath in silence. The Predator silently hopped on top of Manx's limousine. As the Mayor and Callie arrived at City Hall and climbed out of the limousine, they were greeted by two of Feral's Enforcers, along with Lt. Commander Steele.

"Ah, Mayor, Ms. Briggs," Steele commented, "my men and I were wondering if you would be here on time."

"Lt. Commander Steele?" asked Callie. "What are you doing here?"

"Feral sent us here. He didn't explain why, though."

"Isn't it obvious that an alien is on the loose killing people?" Callie asked, angrily. "Haven't you heard about what happened to the Korat Gang?"

"Of course, Ms. Briggs," assured Steele dismissively, "I've heard what happened. I was merely testing you."

"Have you gone crazy, Steele?" asked Mayor Manx. "It's no time to joke about Kats being brutally murdered, you know?"

"Understandable, Mayor. And there's nothing to worry about—I'll keep the two of you safe inside, while my Enforcers guard the entrance."

"Steele, there's something you must know about—" started Callie before Steele interrupted.

"Please," said Steele, holding up his hands, "I have everything covered. I'm prepared for whatever it is our intergalactic friend has up his sleeves." The arrogant Enforcer then directed his attention to his two men. "You two guard from out here. Let nobody pass."

"Yes sir!" saluted the two Enforcers.

"Mayor?" asked Callie. "Do you think we really need protection? Professor Hackle said that the Predator attacks armed prey, and the two of us would be considered 'dishonorable,' if that's the right word."

"That's completely understandable Callie," nodded Mayor Manx, "but whatever Feral says goes I guess. Not that I doubt the Professor or anything, but it's better to be safe than sorry, don't you know?"

". . . I guess you're right."

And with that, the three Kats entered the building, while the two Enforcers stayed out in the open.

"I'll take the front of City Hall, while you guard the back. Got it?" asked one Enforcer.

The second Enforcer nodded in agreement. "Good idea."

Thwei Halkrath, while still on top of the Mayor's limousine, listened in on the two Enforcers, his mind pondering over the scheme. Once the guards are out of the way, I shall have access to the bait.

Silently sneaking passed the Enforcer in front of City Hall, the Predator snuck to the back and crept up behind the second Enforcer. Beneath his mask and invisibility cloak, Thwei Halkrath was smiling deviously. Gkei'moun. (A/N: Translation—"All too easy")

Thwei Halkrath then abruptly grabbed the struggling Enforcer, covering his mouth.

After some time had passed by, the first Enforcer pulled out his radio, trying to contact his partner. "Are you there? Over?" He then stashed his radio away before talking to himself. "It's not like my partner to not answer his radio. I better go check and see if he's all right."

Walking around to the back of City Hall, the Enforcer then saw the limp body of his partner. Approaching his dead partner and then bending down, the Enforcer felt his partner's pulse; there wasn't one. He analyzed the body and saw no external injuries—almost as if he died from nothing. The first Enforcer then felt the second Enforcer's neck, feeling that it was broken.

"I don't understand. Who could've done it?" asked the first Enforcer almost to himself and to his fallen comrade.

The Enforcer was too busy trying to figure out his partner's killer to notice Thwei Halkrath coming up behind him, turning off his invisibility cloak.

Meanwhile, inside Mayor Manx's office, Steele was flirting with Callie while she tried writing up a speech for Manx.

"So what do you say, Ms. Briggs?" suavely inquired Steele. "You and me have dinner together sometime?"

"I'm sorry, Steele," irately answered Callie, "but I don't think I could fit that into my schedule—and would you please stop talking? I'm trying to write the Mayor's speech."

Tugging on the collar of his shirt, Mayor Manx looked a little nervous. "Say, Lt. Commander Steele, I don't want to impose or anything, but have you spoken to your officers from outside lately? It's just the thought of that alien running loose in my streets is nerve-wracking."

"What a coincidence, Mayor—" answered Steele before pulling out his radio—"I was just about ready to check on them. Lt. Commander Steele here, over. . . . Hello? . . . Hello?"

"What's the problem, Steele?" asked Callie.

"Huh, that's odd; I can't seem to reach my men."

While Steele was talking, a chill ran up Manx's spine while his eyes widened and his teeth chattered.

Noticing the Mayor's expression, Callie looked concerned while a confused Steele rose an eyebrow.

"Mayor? What's wrong, Mayor?" asked Callie.

Babbling just as uncontrollably as the tremors running through his system, Mayor Manx shakily pointed towards the window behind them. As the two Kats turned around, Steele and Callie stared at the corpses* of the two Enforcers hanging upside-down by wire. The Deputy Mayor gasped at the new turn of events. (*Like in Alien vs. Predator [2004], the two Enforcers were not skinned. Thought I might clear that up just in case.)

"What the . . . ?" Steele trailed off, backing away from the window towards the door.

After a cold, tense moment of silence, the window shattered before a crouching Thwei Halkrath turned off his invisibility cloak, stood upright, and growled.

"I'm getting outta here!" declared Steele as he opened the door and made a run for it.

Coward, thought the Predator. Thwei Halkrath then turned his gaze over to Callie, the latter moving around the desk to click on the button that signaled the SWAT Kats.

Meanwhile, back at Professor Hackle's, the SWAT Kats, Feral, and Felina were walking to their appropriate vehicles while taking the new visors that would aid them in tracking down Thwei Halkrath.

"Well," said T-Bone, "thanks again for the visors, Professor—the sooner we stop the Predator the better."

"Of course," nodded Hackle before warning, "but I highly advise all of you to be very careful; not only are you dealing with a creature from another world, but one that is exceptionally dangerous."

"Don't worry," assured Razor, "we'll be careful."

It was right at that moment that Callie's signal went off in the Turbokat.

"It's Miss Briggs' signal!" stated Razor.

"Let's go!" declared T-Bone before he and his partner hopped into the Turbokat and flew off.

"Quick, Felina!" ordered Commander Feral. "We must head to City Hall!"

"Way ahead of you, Uncle!" saluted Felina.

Back in Mayor Manx's office, Thwei Halkrath had a writhing Callie slung over his bare shoulder, the latter hitting him repeatedly.

"Let me go, you ugly creature!" yelled Callie.

However, the growling Predator paid no attention to Callie as he advanced towards Mayor Manx.

With the exception of when he faced the Red Lynx (with Razor's help/goading, of course), Manx was a cowardly politician, but he had no plans on going down that easily as he grabbed one of his golf clubs from his closet and shakily held it out.

"I-I-I'm warning you," stuttered the Mayor, "d-d-d-don't come any closer—I've g-g-got an iron c-c-c-c-club and I'm n-not afraid to use it!"

The Predator then grabbed the Mayor's golf club and yanked it out of his hands with absolute ease before throwing it out the window.

Thwei Halkrath smiled beneath his mask as he stepped closer, thinking, How pathetic.

"HEEEEELLLLP!" called out Manx. Before the politician knew it, Thwei Halkrath grabbed Mayor Manx by his suit and tossed him to the side, seeing no interest in using him as bait.

One is all I need, thought the Predator before kicking the door down (leaving it broke in two) and heading out of City Hall, all while analyzing the minicomputer's hologram—keeping tabs on the approaching SWAT Kats.

Three chapters down, two chapters to go.