Original SWAT Kats Story

Fire and Ice

By Bonnie Neely

  • 12 Chapters
  • 10,104 Words

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Chapter 4

“Look, I’m not real fond of the guy,” Chance started.

“Yeah,” Jake cut in, “but despite it all, he’d never hand you over to Viper or anyone else he considers to be scum.”

“That’s good.”  She yawned. “Look, guys, I don’t mean to be rude, but could we finish this in the morning? I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since I came here.”

“Well,” Jake said slowly as he got up and ran his fingers through his hair, “this is not an offer I make lightly, but if you come upstairs with us, you can sleep with me. I promise I’ll be a gentleman.”

“Oh, now where’s the fun in that?” she teased as Chance roared with laughter.

Jake cocked an eyebrow and gave her a ‘well if you insist’ smile.

“Seriously, hon,” she said as she got up, “I’ll gladly accept your offer and try not to shatter any windows while I snore.”

“You snore?” Chance asked, wiping away a tear.

“Like a chainsaw, baby. Like a chainsaw.”


Picking up the photo, Feral decided to see just what he was dealing with. “Let’s see how close my impression comes to the profile,” he thought as he took a sip of strong black brew. She was a pleasant looking young woman. Her copper mane was piled up in Gibson Girl style, but it was her emerald green eyes that captivated him. They were powerful, expressive yet cold, hard and piercing but feminine too.

“What secrets do they hold?” he wondered aloud, taking another drink.

The barest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he studied the fullness of hers. She was fairly complected and he was highly amused that she wasn’t furry.

“Or just selectively so,” he chuckled to himself.

The locket that rode the swell of her full breasts intrigued him.

“Are you carrying someone in there? A family member? A lover? Maybe even two? What kind of lover would you be attracted to? Someone soft and simpery or strong and passionate? Someone who’d make you scream in ecstasy or just purr in contentment?” Then a lascivious grin crossed his face as he said aloud, “Or perhaps a little of both?”

A knock on the door interrupted his train of thought. With one precise swipe of his hand, all the documents neatly piled up like a Vegas dealer’s cards and slid back into their folder. “Come!” he barked.

A nervous looking Kat in a lab coat peered inside.

“What do you have for me?” Feral asked without preamble.

“Well sir,” he stammered, “Robinson thought you should see our preliminary report. I-I mean it’s really just a cursory glance.”

“I’ll take it,” Feral said in his usual business tone.

“We found a tape you might want to hear once we get it cleaned up…”

“Tchaikatsky’s greatest overtures?” Feral asked in an unusual moment of merriment.

“Actually, sir, I think this alien came to us as a tragic accident…” he faded off, looking like he was carefully choosing his words.

“Well?” Feral prompted.

“We have reason to believe it’s pregnant too.”

Feral took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a quick ten count. When he opened them and exhaled, he cocked his ebony brows and muttered, “What else could possibly go wrong?”

“Uh, with all due respect, sir, I really wouldn’t ask a question like that right now.”

Feral gave a snort of amusement as he put his business face back on and signed for the report.

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