((SWAT Kats belongs to Hannah- Barbera and I do not own any of the trademarked characters nor am I profiting from this is any way, other than it's fun.))
((I'm sorry this is short. I'm working on wrapping this up soon. I posted something called A Chance To Die as well which is sort of set in the future of this… setting… whatever. But I haven't yet posted the end of it, though it's completed. It'll come out after A Chance to Live is over. I'm also soon to post another short story with ChancexFelina and JakexCallie.))
Feral was just climbing into a chopper with Felina when there's a squawking on the radio. "Commander! You wanted to know if anything changed with the SWAT Kats-"
"Yes Captain? Out with it!" Feral barks.
"Sir, Razor's being resuscitated right now. They're asking for permission to end the hospital evacuation, they want to move him and the other patients back in."
Startled, Feral stares at the radio in his hand. "I thought he was stable!" he barks.
"Yes sir, he was, I don't think they know-"
Feral cuts him off. "Fine, keep me advised. The evacuation is cancelled. Any other bright news to tell me?"
"N-no sir, Hard Drive is still at his last known location, sir!"
"Carry on then!"
"Ungle! Did I hear that right?" Felina asks with a look of shock on her face.
"Hmmmm, yes apparently there was more to that faint of his that you knew, Felina. But focus on the now. I hope this crazy idea of yours is going to work," Feral says with distaste, looking askance at the black gatling type gun that has been hastily retrofitted in place of one of the choppers own guns.
Felina shrugs. "Worked b'fore. I had dem take it off da Turbokat as soon as I saw Razor use his Glovatrix…"
"Yes, yes, I still don't like it. And you shouldn't be flying!" he snaps even as he's settling into a seat.
"It's just a toof, Ungle!" she says stubbornly.
"A tooth and being bashed in the face twice by that metallic menace. Any more lip out of you Lieutenant, and I'll have you grounded! Move out!" Feral radios, and the chopper rises up to join several others in the air. The chopper isn't up to it's top speeds with the bulky gun underneath, but soon enough they're out towards Megakat Springs, which seems strangely quiet. "Where is that little weasel…" Feral growls, looking downwards. A bolt of electricity suddenly jolts past and Felina cranks the stick, the chopper shooting sideways. Feral grabs up the loudspeaker. "Give yourself up, Hard Drive! Your accomplices failed and are deactivated!"
Hard Drive begins to laugh, standing on one chopper downed earlier. "Oh no, Commander, I don't think so! I've got a job to finish!"
"Are you that much of a COWARD, Hard Drive!?" Feral roars into the loudspeaker.
Felina is startled, glancing at him. "Ungle, wha-"
"Just watch for an opening. And get us closer, Felina," Feral hisses, hand over the microphone.
Hard Drive is taken aback, for once at a lost for witty sayings.
"You couldn't take them down when they were healthy, so you conspired to attack two toms on their sick beds?" he asks, putting all the loathing possible into those biting words. "What kind of kat are you, you criminal scum?" Feral derides him further, and there is the tiniest, slightest moment of hesitation and uncertainty on the face of the bad Kat.
"NOW FELINA!" Feral roars, as Felina pushes the chopper into a near dive. The tiny hesitation was enough to give Feral an edge, and Hard Drive is plastered head to toe in cement. Feral keeps up the barrage until there's nothing left of Hard Drive but a quivering blob. Feral leaps out of the chopper before it's fully set down and approaches the quickly hardening cement cautiously. "Nobody touch it!" he snaps, as someone approaches with a pry bar.
"But sir! He's going to suffocate if we don't…"
"Hmph. I realise that, Sergeant. Still, let's not be in any rush. Call for medical transport."
The men surrounding stare at him, but he deliberately pulls his sleeve back from his watch and carefully notes the time.
"How'd you know insulting him like dat would work?" Felina asks.
"Simple. I didn't. I tried it and kept my fingers crossed."
Felina eyes the cement a moment. "Ungle, are you really just letting him suffocate?"
"His accomplice didn't seem to be bothered by using suffocation," Feral replies darkly. "I have very little pity for him right now. Besides, that gunk is the only thing keeping him from arcing into a wire and escaping."
Two and a half minutes later he calls out, "Break it down men!" and while it takes a little longer than anyone wanted, the cement cracks and out tumbles a gasping, barely conscious Hard Drive. His surge coat is swiftly pulled off and the bad kat is cuffed even as oxygen is settled over his muzzle.
"Good work men! Someone put that coat into a lock box and put it on a separate chopper. We're taking no chances!" Feral growls. He picks up his radio and shouts into it. "The threats have been neutralized," he says, pride in his voice.
"Sir? I think you should come back to the hospital…"
"Doctor, please, can't you do something?!" the Deputy Mayor asks, fear in her voice.
"I am! But I don't have any experience in ER medicine," he says, frantically.
"You're the only MD here!" snaps Jamue. "So you gotta do something!"
"I am aware of that fact! Where is Dr. Bast?! Alright, what's his pressure now?"
"Dropping. 72/30, maybe. Pulse is 130s and thready."
"Keep bagging him, you've got good air movement."
"I can't find pedal pulses."
"Oh come on, he's bleeding somewhere, this is obvious!" the paramedic snaps.
"Uhm…I know. Keep running in fluids. Anyone get ahold of radiology yet?"
"I keep calling everybody in my cell phone, but nobody's responding."
"People had better start showing up. We need surgery, we need radiology, we need an anesthetist…" the frantic MD is counting off on his fingers. "I can't do anything with this! I'm not a surgeon, I'm not even family practice!"
Behind him there is a heavy step and a sharply spoken, accented "Vhat is this?"
The skinny, blonde MD turns and his face lights up in delight at the sight of a short, squat woman in a well made suit with a scarf around her neck. "Dr. Fisch, thank the stars! HELP!"
She blinks at him. "Hoh no, I am retired! You're not roping me into... Vait, vhy are you here? You're in the wrong department, Stripington! Vhere is Dr. Bast?" she asks, and looks at the scene in front of her with a spark of interest in her eyes.
"Uhm well I don't know what to do… Don't look at me like that, Wilhelmina, I'm a dermatologist!" Dr. Stripington says, defensively. "He's got internal bleeding, I think." The paramedic gives him a scornful look, which Dr. Fisch catches.
"Unt so? You cannot manage a little emehrgency? Vhere did you get your MD? Out of the Cracker Jack box?" Her experienced gaze takes in the monitors, the IVs hanging, the frustrated expressions of the staff. She sighs and walks over to rip Razor's gown up, prodding at his belly, which is tight, and when she parts the fur the skin is the color of bruising. "Vell I vill agree vit your diagnosis," she exclaims. "Vhat's been done?"
"Fluids."
"...Fluids? Unt vhat?"
"That's it?"
"Zo he has a belly full of blood and saline, fantastic," she snarls. "Vell, vhere is der zurgeon on call?!"
"We don't know."
"Bah! Hy am retired from de zurgery... Vell has zere event been unt x-rrray?"
"No, we can't find any rad techs…." Jamue says.
"DUMMKOPFS!" Her accent is getting thicker and thicker by the moment, and she grabs her cell phone. "YOU! You vill call efyvon in dis grrroup unt demant dey arrife at VONCE, YOU, find me unt Kat Scan tech, YOU, MOOF OUT OF MY VAY, YOU, hy remember you vas vonce unt zurgery nurse, you vill come vif me! SCHNELL!" There is a scramble and a flurry as staff rush everywhere, with Dr. Fisch still roaring at the top of her voice. For a rather diminutive, round female, she has an extremely commanding battle cry.
"Vhere are de anesthetists!? Hy vill do it myself if I haf to! Ve vill probably kill him but he is already dead vissout us meddlink, zo HURRY YUP! You cannot moof any faster?!"
The staff 'schnell' rather than get Dr. Fisch barking any louder, and the ER quiets considerably. Though one sound remains, of Ms. Briggs trying to control her sobbing.
"This is Ann Gora of Kats Eye News. We all watched in horror as brave medical personnel fought a valiant fight to save the life of the SWAT Kat known as Razor. They have now rushed him into Medikat Memorial, which is no longer being evacuated. Commander Ulysses Feral has pronounced the triple threat of the Metallikats and Hard Drive neutralized, the patients are being slowly brought back into the building. We've no updates on either SWAT Kat's conditions at the moment, but you will recall - wait, there's Commander Feral," she shouts. "Commander Feral!" Can you tell us-"
"No comment!" Feral shouts as he races past them and through the ER entrance. Felina is hot on his heels and they nearly knock Ms. Briggs over in the hall. She's wiping at her eyes and not watching where she's going.
"Ms. Briggs? I was told…" Feral starts, then hesitates. "I'm sorry, are you alright?" he asks rather gently.
She nods uneasily, wiping madly at her eyes. "He's bleeding inside. Razor. They said so… And there's no surgeon and there's nobody in the x-ray and…. it's a nightmare."
Felina looks around worriedly. "But he's alive?"
Callie nods. "They ran off to surgery right now, with an older retired doctor… oh. Sergeant Bagheera followed them."
"He takes his duty seriously, that one," Feral comments. "Come now Ms. Deputy Mayor, there's no use of sobbing… Er, Felina, why don't you take her to get some uh, coffee or something? You're assigned back here until further notice. I need to go clear up some loose ends about Hard Drive." Without further ado, Feral turns on his heel and stalks back out.
Callie sighs and kind of sinks into a chair. "I thought he was alright. I've been worried about T-Bone and here Razor is… Lieutenant Feral, what happened to your face?" she asks, noting the puffy cheek.
"Dat was Mac. Don't beat yourself up ober Razor, It's not anything you could of stopped," Felina replies. "He prob'ly got hurt worse dan any of us realized when he tangled with Hard Drive. Come on," she reaches over and touches the Deputy Mayor's shoulder. "Let's go find T-Bone. I've got something to show you that'll cheer you up, I think."