Disclaimer: The SWAT Kats are owned bh Hanna Barbera and the Tremblay Brothers. I own the OCs.
One of the last chapters before Callista is in David's clutches. What's going to happen, I don't know.
Welcome aboard AkouriHades 2.0. Sit back and enjoy your flight.
Finally, MisaRae. I miss you terribly. I know sort of what is going on up there, but it hurts knowing you won't let me in. Don't shut your brother out!
Jasmine entered further into the garage and didn't see anything but a normal looking mechanic's workshop. She picked up a screwdriver from the workbench to her left, twirled it in the fingers of her left paw, and said, "I think those muscles have finally taken toll on your brain Mark, this is a normal, everyday garage." She stopped twirling the screwdriver, clenched it in her paw, and let her paw rest on her hip.
"Patience Jasmine," Mark said. He went over to a large toolbox, pushed it aside, revealing another keypad, and entered in the security code. The access panel clicked open and Mark crouched down to slip his fingers under the metal plate in order to lift it.
Jasmine watched Mark as he crouched down, especially how his pants formed around his tail section. Despite her dating his brother, she couldn't help locking her eyes on his rump.
Mark noticed where Jasmine's eyes were focused and lifted his tail out of the way, then asked, "Like what you see Jasmine?"
"Definitely," she responded in a very low voice, then mentally slapping herself and saying, "Uh.. I wasn't staring at your butt."
"Don't worry about it Jasmine, several she-cats stare at me both in and out of uniform but you are the first one I actually teased," he said as he lifted the panel out of the way with a single arm. "Let me turn on the lights before you head down." He shifted his right foot onto the first rung of the ladder, followed by placing his left foot on the next rung, and started descending into the hangar.
She watched as her partner descended further into the darkness. She started wondering exactly what she managed to get herself into. The lights came on and she heard Mark yell, "Come on down Jasmine."
She looked down the hole Mark descended just a minute ago, breathed, then said, "You can do this Jas." Before following her partner down the proverbial rabbit hole. She quickly remembered as she climbed down the ladder she was wearing a very short skirt with not much underneath it. "Mark, what ever you do down there, don't look up."
As Mark looked up the ladder, completely on reflex, he asked, "Why shouldn't I look up.. Oh mamma." He quickly averted his gaze when he saw Jasmine's curvy backside in the minuscule underwear she was wearing.
Jasmine's feet hit the concrete floor of the hangar. She turned to face Mark, who was looking over at a light fixture in the corner of the ceiling. "You saw under my skirt, didn't you?" She asked.
"No, I didn't," Mark responded, unable to meet Jasmine's eyes.
She walked over to him, elbowed him, just under the rib cage on his left side with her right elbow, and said, "Right partner." Then continued into the hangar.
Mark barely felt the jab in his side, but he rubbed the spot anyway and followed her into the hangar. He found her, admiring the TurboKat. Her right leg was slightly bent at the knee and her tail was swaying slowly back and forth. He quickly had to dispel the vision in front of him, but he did have to admit, she does have a nice tail. "If you want to go for a flight in her, you'll have to ask Chance to take you up," he said.
Jasmine lifted her right paw to the jet. She rested the palm against the left side of the jet, below the canopy, and said, "As impressive as the TurboKat is, I'm scared of flying." She let her paw drop to her side, turned around, and said, "My parents took me to Paris when I was a young kitten. Both of them were experienced world travelers, for their careers, but not me. I took a look at the large jet on the jetway and clung to my mother's leg. She assured me that everything would be perfectly fine, but it wasn't. Halfway though the flight, we hit a very nasty bit of turbulence. As the plane dived rather abruptly, so did my stomach. I latched onto my father with my claws fully extended into his arm. He winced in pain and tried to calm me down. We did land safely in Paris, but we had to take a ship back since I protested and begged that I never wanted to get on another plane for as long as I lived."
"I'm sorry you had a bad experience in the air Jasmine. But, if you don't like flying, how about riding? Come with me, I think Jake had finished a new version of the Cyclotron that you might like," Mark said.
He extended his left paw to her which she took in her right. "No wonder Lisa fell for you, you are a complete gentleman."
"Thank you Jasmine," he said. "Lisa and I were destined to be together. I knew it from when I first saw her, she was going to be my wife. And now that we are married and have an expanding family, I love her more that I did before."
He gently led her to the back of the hangar where the lockers were as well as the Cyclotrons. He stopped in front of one of the smaller ones, and said, "Since Tina isn't large in stature, Jake built a smaller version just for her. However, she's very stubborn and was determined to ride the larger ones. So this is little girl waits fit its master or in this case, mistress to take it out. Hop on and see if it fits."
Jasmine let go of his paw and went over to the impressive machine sitting in front of her. Even though it was shorter in height, the steeper rake of the wind screen made this version look even faster than the originals. She also noticed the paint scheme of a deep black base with dark silver accents made the Cyclotron look mean and intimidating where the blue and red made them look aggressive. She walked over to the left side of the bike, threw her right leg over, and sank down in the saddle. Finally, she leaned forward, grasping the handlebars, and lifted her head to look through the wind screen.
Mark noticed he feet were still not the floor and not on the pegs. He said, "Put your feet up on the pegs. The bike is on a stand, I promise it will not fall."
She did as she was asked and lifted her feet onto the pegs. For some reason she felt like she was moving, even though she was completely still. "I like, when can I take this out?" She asked.
"You will need to get changed first Jasmine. The lockers are right over there," Mark said as he pointed to the female's locker room.
Jasmine dismounted the Cyclotron, kissed the tank, then walked off towards the locker room Mark pointed out to her. She entered the room and closed the door behind her. She looked at the old styled lockers from back when she was in high school. "Which locker is Lisa's Mark?" She asked.
"Its got a 'P' on the door Jasmine," he answered.
Jasmine went over to Lisa's locker and opened it with her right paw. She looked at the two black and silver uniforms hanging in thee locker and took one out. She knew from the news reports the uniforms were supposed to be very form-fitting. But as she held it up to her body, she instantly knew there was no way it was going to fit her the way it was supposed to. "Does SWAT have a taylor on call? Cause there is no way this is going to fit me."
"We sort of have a Dressmaker who's a friend of SWAT who can make alterations to the uniforms, I think. She was able to add more material to Sure-Shot's uniform in order to make it close properly. So I don't see any reason why she can't make one fit you," Mark answered.
Jasmine threw the uniform over her left shoulder, closed the locker, and left the room. She stood in front of Mark, then said, "I'm not wearing this the way it is! I'll look like a Bag Lady rather then a Super Heroine the way its going to fit me now!"
"I'm sure Sally will be able to make the alterations needed, or at least I hope so. Let's rejoin the party," Mark said.
As they walked back towards the ladder leading up to the garage, Marissa was trying to convince Rolf to join SWAT as well.
They both were in the garage, a few feet from the access panel, when Marissa said, "You know you can protect Stacy and Roger better as a member of SWAT, plus Stacy will get to see your hot body in a skin-tight uniform. She'll be begging you to pose for her, before she rips it off of you."
"Sestra, I really don't need you meddling in my love life. I'm also thinking this scheme of yours is completely hair brained," Rolf said.
Marissa already had her right foot on the top rung of the ladder. She looked up at Rolf, then said, "Let me show you the hangar first, then you can make your decision." She continued down the ladder.
To avoid another incident, Mark decided to head up the ladder first. What he didn't know was Marissa was already on the way down. He looked up and saw Marissa's legs, tail, and backside in the tight leggings she was wearing. "What's with this place and shapely she-cats wearing revealing clothing?" He asked as he reversed his course, returning to the hangar and stepping aside.
"Mark, I thought we are going back topside?" Jasmine asked.
"We were, but there are a few guests on their way down," Mark answered.
Marissa jumped the last few feet and landed. She shook out her hair, faced Mark, then asked, "Enjoy the show?"
"This place is going to be the death of any tom that enters," he said before he asked Marissa, "Why do girls insist on wearing such tight clothing, especially around us toms?"
Marissa placed her paws on her very feminine hips, bent her right knee, ever so slightly, then asked, "If we didn't wear clothing like this, how would we attract guys to us? There is a lot of competition for hot and hunky guys. All I want is my fair share."
As Rolf stepped off of the ladder, he said, "Marissa, ever since High School, you had more toms, begging for you to go out with them than I could chase off. Especially with those short, tight dresses, if you can call those things dresses, you wore."
Marissa lifted her right leg into the air, ran her paws up it from the calf to high on her thigh, as she said, "Rolf, I worked my tail off for these legs, why shouldn't I show them off?"
Rolf went over to his sister, placed his paws on her shoulders, then said, "Marissa, you show off those legs of yours, more often than not." He looked around the hangar, noticed the jets, then asked, "Is this where you hang out when you aren't on patrol?"
Marissa already lowered her foot back to the floor, then walked over to her Cyclotron, with her hips and tail swaying, and as she stopped right in front of the machine, she dropped down to her knees, rested her right cheek against the tank, and asked, "Did you miss me baby?" Marissa patted the tank a couple of times, then answered, "Yes Rolf, with the help of my friends, I'm able to go out there, take on some of the most hair-raising stuff you will ever see," She lifted her head to look at Mark and Jasmine, then continued, "and be part of a family who will do what ever it takes, in order to see another smile."
"Sestra, even though you are happier than you have been in a very long time, I'm not comfortable leaving Stacy and Roger, while I play Vigilante," Rolf said.
"Rolf, we don't 'Play' anything," Mark retorted. "What we do is very dangerous. Any one of us might not come home from a mission. Actually, if it wasn't for my son, I wouldn't be here."
"What are you saying?" Rolf asked.
"Mark died Rolf, "Marissa answered. "He was killed during our last mission. That cute little kitten Lisa is holding apparently has some sort of spiritual powers, or something. If he wasn't at the hospital, Mark would be in a pine box, six feet underground."
Rolf whipped his head around to face his sister, then said, "What you all are saying is crazy talk! No one can bring someone back from the dead! Marissa, if this is the type of stuff they are filling your head with, I'm taking you, Stacy, and Roger back home, now!"
He reached for her arm, but she pulled back and yelled, "I'm completely fine here Rolf! These she-cats and toms are my best friends! Not once has any of them ever lied to me or not supported me when I needed it! Everyone here relies and trusts one another without question! When I first heard of all of the magic stuff, I was skeptical as well. Then I got to really know those who I consider family and quickly learned, magic is very much a part of their lives. If you can't accept what goes on here, then I don't know you as well as I thought, brother!"
Rolf was taken aback by his sister's comments. Hurting her was the last thing he ever wanted to do. He reached out with his right arm, grabbed Marissa's left arm, and pulled her to him. As he held her tight, he said, "I'm sorry Marissa. I only want you to be happy. As long as you can accept the short comings of your brother, then I will abide by your decision to be here among your friends."
Marissa ran her paws down her brother's back, and asked, "Does that mean join us?"
"Niet, as I mentioned before, I'm not comfortable leaving Stacy and our son. Please do your brother a favor, call me after each mission." He embraced her tighter, then said, "I worry about you Marissa."
Marissa smiled as a single tear left her right eye. "You don't have to worry so much brother, I have a second family to watch my back, almost as well as you do."
Rolf looked over to Mark, then asked, "Promise me, you will take care of my sister?"
Mark wrapped his left arm around Jasmine's shoulders, then said, "We all take care of each other without question Rolf."
Rolf let Marissa go, then said, "I promise, I will not tell a soul what is down here. If you don't mind, I would like to get back to my fiancée and my son."
As Rolf climbed up the ladder, Mark and Jasmine went over to Marissa. They all watched as Rolf slip through the access panel and disappear into the garage.
"Your brother really loves you Marissa, you are one lucky she-cat," Jasmine said.
"I agree Jasmine, I'm lucky he was adopted into my family. My one wish is that he's happy for the rest of his life. And I think, Stacy becoming his wife is going to make my wish come true,"
Mark placed his right arm on Marissa's left shoulder, then said, "Enough of this sappiness, there is a party upstairs and we are in a dank hangar!"
End of Chapter