Author’s Note: Here’s Chapter 2, hot off the press. I hope you enjoy:D Oh… in case you don’t know, Destructive Nature is an episode that deals with Viper (or was it that space bug thing? Oh well, I can’t remember) and the Manx’s beloved and accursed MegaKat Tower. Thus, the inspiration for this chapter’s title. Enjoy!
The once elaborate office space on the 25th floor of the MegaKat Tower was now completely overgrown with thick, thorny vines that had blanketed and coiled themselves on every single piece of matter. Outraged shrieks of queer, mutated creatures otherwise unthought-of by any and every sane scientist on the planet echoed throughout the halls, alerting their fellow mutated plants that they were in pursuit of an intruder.
The muddled, yet hurried, sound of hurried heels grew louder along with the unearthly screeches and yowls, and in a quick flash of bright magenta and flowing blonde hair, Callie skidded around the corner in her pencil heeled Gucci shoes and belted on down the hall at an amazing speed.
She spied an open conference room ahead of her on the right, and in two giant strides otherwise thought impossible to achieve in a short pencil skirt, she reached the doorway and leaped through and slid in on her stomach. She immediately jumped up from the floor, slammed the door shut while quickly locking, and then leaned against it as she struggled to regain her breath. She listened to the massive horde of mutated vegetation with ridiculously tiny legs swarm past the door and further down the hall, still thinking in their pea-sized brains that they were still in hot pursuit of her.
She sighed in relief as she slid down the door onto the floor. “Why didn’t I follow my intuition and wear suit pants with my Mary Janes?” she moaned as she felt the full throb of her pounding, aching feet. Her eyes shot open and she glared down at her feet. “Stupid, Stupid, STUPID!” she growled as she yanked her shoes off her feet, preparing to throw them across the room in frustration. Just as she was about to throw them, she stopped, realizing that they were, after all, Gucci’s. With an infuriated huff, she let her arms drop to the ground in resignation, feeling extremely sorry for herself. As she sat there, her eyes wandered up towards the ceiling and right above the huge conference table was a ventilation shaft. Her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth as she got to her feet, still clutching the shoes in her paws as a past experience raced through her mind.
Not wanting to waste any time, she put the shoes on the table and lifted a chair next to them. After stacking another chair on top of the first one, she got onto the top of the table, climbed onto the chairs and opened the shaft. “I bet the Deputy Mayor of Los Angeles doesn’t have to go through this sort of ordeal once a week,” she grumbled to herself as she tossed her shoes up into the shaft and climbed up after them.
She carefully put the cover of the shaft back and turned to face her point of direction. A huffy expression appeared on her face as a cobweb fell across her scrunched up nose. “Figures.”
“Sir, Mayor Manx is on his way to see what’s going on,” a Lieutenant Howard informed Feral as he glared up at the distant top floors of the MegaKat Tower where the faint outlines of massive vines could be seen clinging to the outside of the building.
Feral whirled around to face the nervous enforcer. “Did you tell him it was nothing serious like I told you to tell him?” the big tom quietly hissed.
“Y-Yes Sir, that’s why he insisted on coming.”
Feral just wanted to slap himself in the forehead as he leaned up against his squad car while rubbing the bridge of his nose between his eyes. “Of course he insisted,” he mumbled.
“You should have just told him the truth, Uncle, because he’d be miles away by now.” Felina smiled, trying to cheer him up.
“I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” Feral muttered in reply.
Felina turned to see the Kat’s Eye News van come skidding to a stop behind her uncle’s car. “Great,” Felina growled as she watched Ann Gora jump out the van along with her camera man Johnny, who already had his camera aimed on the effected part of the tower. She turned to face Howard. “Go make sure they don’t get too close,” she instructed him.
He saluted then ran off towards the news crew.
As if things couldn’t go any worse for Feral, the mayor’s limousine pulled up and parked in front of Feral’s car.
“Great, now I’m blocked in,” Feral gritted through his teeth as he walked up to the limousine just as Manx started to get out.
Unfortunately, Mayor Manx knew all too well what was going on with his beloved tower. His eyes were as wide as saucers as he stared up at the top of the tower with his bottom jaw quivering as it hung open.
“Mayor,” Feral greeted with a false tone of coolness. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”
Manx slowly turned his pale face towards Feral. “N-N-Not A-As B-Bad A-A-As It Looks?” he stammered.
Feral frowned as the mayor started to hyperventilate in front of him.
“NOT AGAIN!” he wailed as he grabbed a hold of his head with his paws. “MY TOWAH! IT’S INFESTAD WITH VIPAH’S CREATIONS AGAIN! AAAAAHHHHHAAAAAAA!”
“Mayor, Viper only has control of the few top floors, not the whole building,” Feral droned.
“That may be so, BUT THAT’S NOT GOIANG TO BE THE CAISE FOR LONG!” he screeched, making his well-bred accent all the more noticeable. “AAAAAHHHHAAAAAA!” he wailed as he leaned up against his limousine. “Driva,” he moaned, motioning for the driver that was standing uncomfortably by the front of the limo. “Get me an aspirin.”
The driver nodded in consent as he rushed off to do Manx’s bidding.
Felina shook her head as she walked up to her uncle and pulled him off to the side. “I know we’re lacking facts, Sir, but we’re going to have to come up with something… Callie’s in there.”
Feral nodded. “Yes, I know. But, I can’t fire anything at the building or the Mayor will have a stroke,” he hissed as he shot Manx a quick death glare.
Felina shrugged. “You’ve never let that stop you before.”
Feral gave her a knowing look. “No, you’re not going in by yourself,” he growled.
Felina gave her uncle a secretive smile. “I know that, uncle. That’s why I’m waiting for them to get here.”
“Them!” Feral growled with his eyebrow raised in question.
The sound of an approaching jet made everyone present look up into the sky with a familiar anticipation on their faces…. well, all but Feral who was sneering in contempt.
“Swat Kats,” he growled under his breath as the TurboKat came into view.
The gathering crowd let out a collective cheer as the TurboKat touched down in the front courtyard of the tower. Felina ran up to the TurboKat just as the canopy slid back, allowing T-Bone and Razor to jump out.
“Swat Kats!” Manx cried out happily as he ran towards them, his arms waving back and forth above his head excitedly.
“Wow, he hasn’t passed out from cardiac arrest yet?” T-Bone smiled at Felina as they watched the mayor run up to them.
“He was just about to before you guys got here,” she replied in a serious tone.
“I’m not surprised,” Razor whispered quickly before Manx reached them, completely out of breath.
“Swat Kats!” he wheezed as he motioned in big, rapid swoops of his paws towards the monstrous building. “My towa! You must get Vipah and his foul creatures out of it before Mr. Young comes back!”
“Don’t worry, Mayor; we’ll take care of him,” Razor assured him.
Manx nodded appreciatively. “Yes, yes, I shall arrange a parade in your honah if you succeed. But, puhleez, I beg you, I want it back in one piece.” He emphasized with his expression that of a pained pout.
“Yes, sir. We’ll refrain from the usage of any loud, big, fiery, disastrous manner of explosives.” T-Bone grinned, his tone solemn.
“Somehow, I find that hard to believe,” Feral growled as he walked up to them.
Manx ignored the Commander, his attention fully focused on the Swat Kats. “Very good, now off you go! I want to send in a cleaning crew in before nightfall.” He then turned and walked off, his paws resting confidently on the collar of his emerald coat jacket as he walked up towards the on looking crowd and eager Ann Gora.
“Well, you heard him, Razor; let’s go so he can get his cleaning crew in there A.S.A.P.” T-Bone chuckled.
“I’m going with you,” Felina informed them, her tone offering no room for argument.
“Felina!” Feral protested. “I will not let you go with these two by yourselves!”
“Who are you going send in with me? The whole squadron?”
Feral gave her a disappointed look. “No. I’ll accompany you. I don’t trust you with these two vigilantes.”
“Oh come on,” T-Bone growled impatiently as Feral gave his instructions to the enforcer he was leaving in charge.
“Guys, we’d better get a move on or Callie’s going to kill me… if she isn’t planning to already,” Razor whispered so that Felina and T-Bone could only hear.
Felina and T-Bone both snickered to themselves as Feral returned to the group.
“Alright. I’ll lead the way!”
“Be my guest,” T-Bone snorted. “Hopefully, one of Snake Tail’s kat eating plants will nab him first,” he muttered under his breath, only making Felina jab him in the side with her elbow as she shot him a warning glare.
“And, there goes Commander Feral, Lieutenant Feral and the Swat Kats into the MegaKat Tower, their mission to save captive Deputy Mayor Calico Briggs from Viper and to send Viper back to his waiting cell in Alkatraz. This is Ann Gora, reporting to you live at the MegaKat Tower courtyard, awaiting the resolution to this worrisome event. Stay tuned.”
“And, you’re off.” Johnny informed Ann, allowing her to relax and lower the microphone from her face.
“Keep your camera focused on the top of that building, Johnny.” Ann ordered, her voice full of excitement. “We don’t want to miss anything!”
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