Original SWAT Kats Story

The End of the SWAT Kats?!

By Bill Hiers

  • 19 Chapters
  • 50,376 Words

Chapters 17 – 19 up! While the SWAT Kats are out battling Hard Drive, Burke and Murray make an interesting discovery… (Work In-Progress)

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Chapter 6

Little Assassins

On the runway of Enforcer Headquarters, Felina Feral finished running the pre-flight check of her jet and slid her flight helmet on. She turned to the two Enforcer pilots who were to serve as her wingmen, Gavin and O’Herlihy. Both dependable fighter pilots who’d flown with her on missions before.

“All right, everything check out?” she asked.

“Yes, Lieutenant,” O’Herlihy said. “We’re ready to go make another run at this cloud thing.”

“Then let’s go.”

As Felina climbed into her jet and her men did the same, Commander Feral emerged from inside the building and walked over. He’d finished his meeting with District Attorney Mills, giving him all the information he would need to make his case against the SWAT Kats, including access to the data on the Turbokat.

Feral passed the vigilantes’ jet while the technicians continued examining it and allowed his hand to slide along its smooth, black hull. If nothing else, it was a beautiful jet. Clawson was a genius if he was able to take an scrapyard model even more obsolete than the current Enforcer jets and turn it into the finest aircraft in Megakat City’s skies. Nevermind that this was the second or third one. Feral forgot how many times it’d been destroyed and rebuilt.

He approached Felina’s jet and got her attention. “Felina,” he said.

Felina blinked and looked down at her uncle. Some of her anger at him from before remained. “Yes, Commander?” she replied curtly.

Despite the lack of affection in her voice, Feral managed the tiniest of smiles, trying to apologize for his attitude earlier, but all he could get out was, “Good luck, Lieutenant. I’ll be listening in over the radio.”

Whether Felina got the message or not, Feral didn’t know, but she smiled at him nonetheless. The cockpit canopy slid forwards, and Feral stepped out of harm’s way as the jet’s engines fired up. The jet shot off down the runway and took to the skies followed by the other two who were to serve as wingmen, then headed off over the city skyline, toward the bay, and from there to Anakata Island.

Sergeant Brady walked up. “Sir, District Attorney Mills has just left to begin preparing for the trial tomorrow.”

“And, Briggs?” asked Feral.

The Sergeant shook his head. “She left your office, but not the building. She’s trying to get in to see the SWAT Kats- uh, I mean Furlong and Clawson. Should I…?”

Giving it a moment’s thought, Feral said, “No, let her see them.”

“Yes, sir,” Brady said. He saluted and walked off.

Feral watched him go, then turned to look out over the city. The sun was starting to set, and Felina’s jets were already just specks disappearing on the horizon.

In the holding cells, Chance angrily gripped the bars and scowled at his fate. Hard Drive still sat on the bench, not moving. Jake walked over and placed his hand on Chance’s shoulder, earning a glare over the shoulder from his partner.

“Chance, relax,” Jake soothed. “Staying pissed off isn’t going to solve anything.”

“It’s therapeutic,” Chance grumbled. He turned away. “Look, if you want me to say sorry for panicking and trying to run earlier… I… well, what else was I supposed to do? Surrender without a fight when we had a chance at getting away?”

“Did we have a chance?” Jake asked, frowning. “I mean, really, with all those Enforcers? And, where would we have gone anyway?”

Chance didn’t answer. He merely continued standing there, still as a statue, gripping the bars. Jake took his hand off of his clearly troubled friend’s shoulder, but kept talking.

“I think you and I both knew this was going to happen eventually. Nothing lasts forever. Despite all our precautions there was always the chance somebody, somehow, would find out who we really were.”

He suddenly looked very depressed. “That somebody just happened to wind up being the two dumbest guys in Megakat City…”

Chance looked at him. “If you’re trying to make me feel better, Jake, cut it out.”

“Oh, would you two cut it out with the touchy-feely nonsense!” Hard Drive piped up angrily.

Chance whirled to him. Jake suddenly felt worried. Tensions had been mounting between these two ever since they were brought in earlier. Hard Drive was a petty two-bit thief, surge suit or no surge suit. He wanted to start a fight.

Jake looked at Chance and sighed as he saw that look in his buddy’s eyes. He’d seen that look before, all those times Chance lost his temper and became unreasonably angry. Not that this look was any different than it had been two minutes ago, but Hard Drive was pushing Chance’s buttons, big time.

“If you don’t like us talkin’, why don’t you come over and make us quit?” Chance challenged.

Jake palmed his face in despair. This wouldn’t end well.

Hard Drive jumped to his feet and charged at them, Chance in particular. “I may not have my surge suit, but I can still tackle you one on one, T-Bone, or should I say Furlong?”

He swung his fist, hitting Chance in the jaw. Chance staggered back, growled and jumped onto Hard Drive, knocking the villain flat on his back.

Anger overcame him as he began pummeling Hard Drive’s face mercilessly. In his mind the powerless criminal beneath him was Commander Feral, and he was giving that big-chinned buffoon the beating of his life. He didn’t feel Jake trying to pull him off of his opponent, didn’t hear the sound of the cell door unlocking and the scuffling feet as Enforcers ran in to break up the fight.

Jake was made to step aside by a commando as it took both Jablonsky and Lyman to pull Chance off of Hard Drive. The big cat wrestled with the pair, but Lyman managed to cuff his hands behind his back, and still he put up a fight so violent they had to hang on for dear life and struggle to make him sit down on the bench.

The commando stooped down to examine Hard Drive, who was bloodied and bruised. “Keep that lunatic away from me!” Hard Drive yelped.

Lyman asked, “How is he…?”

“He’s okay, just some bumps and cuts, is all, but, wow, did Furlong ever give him a pounding!” said the commando.

“Well, get him out of here! Put him in a different cell! No, in a different cell block!”

The commando gingerly helped Hard Drive limp from the cell.

A moment or so later, a female voice said, “Picking fights, huh, Chance…?”

Chance looked up. “Callie!”

Deputy Mayor Callie Briggs stood at the door, Sergeant Brady behind her. As she entered, Jablonsky and Lyman tried to stop her, but the Sergeant made them back off.

“She can see them,” he said. “Commander Feral’s orders.”

Looking annoyed, Jablonsky and Lyman walked out.

The Sergeant eyed Callie and said, “Five minutes,” then turned and followed the other two officers.

“Hi, Miss Briggs,” said Jake. “A pleasure, as always, although I wish it were under better circumstances…”

“To say the least,” grumbled Chance.

Callie came and sat down on the bench next to him. Warm sympathy poured from every word as she spoke. “I’m doing everything I can to help you guys out,” she said. “I have a few friends at the D.A.’s office who owe me a few favors from way back when. I think I can try and get you guys a good defense attorney.”

“Thanks, Miss Briggs,” said Jake, whose mind was, and had been since they were arrested, on the upcoming trial and the various legal issues.

He knew that the case was mostly airtight. After all, he and Chance were guilty of exactly what Feral said they were. What they would need to do, he knew, was get a competent lawyer to argue that their breaking the law had been necessary for the greater good. That and get a really sympathetic judge.

As Chance sat sullenly, not even cheered by Callie’s presence, one question was on Jake’s mind, and he voiced it. “Um, Miss Briggs, I was wondering… now that you know your beloved SWAT Kats are really your friendly neighborhood grease monkeys, I, uh…” He rubbed the back of his head.

“I still think the world of you two, if that’s what you mean,” Callie replied, smiling gently.

Jake mirrored the smile. “Thanks, Callie-I mean, Miss Briggs, that means a lot, but that isn’t what I meant. It’s just that it took so long for anyone to figure out who we really were that, well, I was curious if…” He trailed off.

“What he’s trying to say,” Chance piped up, “is if you ever suspected the truth.” He smirked a bit at Jake.

Callie stifled a giggle, covering her mouth. “The truth?” she asked. Both of them nodded. “Then, yes, I did. And, more than that, I think I always knew.”

Chance and Jake reeled at this, blinking.

“Oh, don’t look so shocked. I’m not as dense as everyone else in this city. Besides, those disguises weren’t really intended to work on people who saw you both in and out of them on a regular basis. I just never said anything because I didn’t wanna bruise your egos.”

She smirked and ruffled Chance’s hair as Jake laughed, with the thin brown cat amazed any of them could find humor in such a dire situation.

That humor dissipated quickly as Jablonsky appeared and motioned with his hand for Callie to come with him. Time was up. Callie was in the middle of standing with a deep sigh when suddenly the lights dimmed a bit. Everyone started and looked surprised, and then the ground underneath Callie’s feet cracked and several pairs of pink hands shot up through the floor and grabbed her ankles. She screamed as she began to be pulled down into the gradually widening hole.

Everyone acted all at once. Chance stood, then realized he hands were still cuffed behind his back, watching helplessly as Jake, assisted by Jablonsky, grabbed Callie and began a furious tug-of-war against the unseen menace.

“The keys!” Chance yelled.

“Lyman’s got them!” Jablonsky grunted.

Lyman came running up the hallway in response to the noise. The other prisoners were practically rioting at all this commotion. There was yelling, screaming, demands to be let free, total chaos. Finally, the combined might of Jake and Jablonsky pulled Callie free. Jablonsky let go and stumbled backward out into the hall where he crashed into Lyman, knocking both of them to the floor. Jake likewise flew backward onto the cell floor at Chance’s feet, and the unbalanced Callie landed on top of him.

From the hole emerged three Creeplings, chittering angrily. But, these were unlike the usual Creeplings. Two of them carried small, Creepling-sized laser rifles, and all three wore little red-lensed tactical goggles.

“What the-?” cried Chance. “What are these? Stealth Creeplings?”

In response, one of the Creeplings armed with a laser gun pointed it at him and fired. It singed his cheekfur and he dove aside, lost his balance, and fell to the floor a few feet away from Jake and Callie. His attacker leaped onto the bench, ignoring the other two, and fired at him a second time. Chance rolled to the side, and the laser blast struck the floor inches from a startled Jake’s head.

One of the other two Creeplings, the unarmed one, lunged at Jake, but he kicked it, sending it flying out of the cell. It landed on Jablonsky and began frantically, ravenously attacking him, clawing and biting at his face as he screamed and thrashed. Lyman stood, looking shocked, and stared down at the third Creepling, who whirled and aimed its gun up at him.

“A Creepling with a gun?” he yelped.

The Creepling fired, hitting Lyman in the shoulder. The Enforcer officer spun and hit the wall, then slid down with a groan. Jablonsky thrashed and pulled the Creepling off of himself and threw it away, and then reeled as as the other Creepling fired several laser blasts through his torso. He dropped. Both Creeplings then ran and resumed their attack against their original targets.

The unarmed one leaped onto Jake’s chest, but he grabbed it and yanked it off, holding it at arm’s length as it squirmed and snarled. The other one fired, and Jake tossed his attacker aside and ducked. It smacked into the wall and fell down onto the bench.

“Jake, the keys!” Chance yelled as he dodged another blast from his Creepling, who turned and began firing at Jake as well. While it was distracted, Chance managed to kick its laser gun away. Snarling, it began fighting him hand to hand. And, cuffed as he was, Chance for the first time found himself in a situation where a Creepling stood a chance of outmatching him physically.

“Stay down, Callie!” Jake said, then leaped into the air, flipping over the Creepling at the door.

It aimed up, fired and missed, putting a hole in the ceiling as Jake landed behind it and swung his leg, kicking it. He felt its spine snap, and it went flying forwards to land in a twitching heap beside Callie. Jake then ran to the unmoving form of Lyman, got the handcuff keys, and threw them to Chance… only for the Creepling he’d knocked to the bench to grab them.

“I don’t think so!” Callie said, grabbing the unprepared Creepling’s neck. “Chance, catch!”

She took the keys from it and tossed them to Chance, then violently threw the little creature down and brought the stiletto heel of her shoe down upon it. It screamed shrilly as she ground it underfoot.

The keys hit the floor, and Chance rolled over on them and grabbed them with his hands, struggling to unlock them even as the last remaining Creepling leaped onto his chest. He glared at it. Seconds before it would’ve attacked, he’d uncuffed himself and seized the little monster and lifted it until he was staring into the red lenses of its goggles.

“You ugly little creep,” he snarled and grabbed the head and twisted. He winced at the sharp crack, then threw the lifeless little body aside in disgust and went to check on Jake and Callie to see if they were okay.

“We’re all right,” said Jake, “let’s check on them.”

He indicated the prone forms of the Enforcer officers. Lyman was only winged, and although badly hurt, Jablonsky still lived, but he’d need medical attention. The door to the cell block opened suddenly, and a small army of Enforcers charged in and surrounded them, laser rifles aimed at them. Commander Feral himself strode in and pushed his way past his men to stand there glowering down at Chance and Jake as they kneeled over the body of Lyman.

“What in the world-” he began.

“Here’s your answer, Commander,” Callie said, kicking the one she’d stepped on his way. The barely living, squirming thing rolled against Feral’s boot with a wet slap, and Feral glowered and cringed away. “Creeplings!” Callie said. “Sent to kill the SWAT Kats, no doubt!”

“Yeah,” said Jake as he stood.

Two Enforcers tended to Jablonsky and Lyman.

Suddenly, Feral whipped his blaster out and aimed it at Chance; he leaped back. “Move!” Feral yelled.

Chance jumped aside, revealing the Creepling whose spine Jake’s kick had broken, crawling for the dropped miniature laser rifle. Feral fired, disintegrating the creature’s body into ash. Then he aimed down and repeated this gesture for the twitching Creepling at his feet.

“It looks like somebody doesn’t want us to make it to court.”

“Yeah, somebody who’s name begins with ‘Dark’ and ends with ‘Kat.’”

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