Original SWAT Kats Story

Prototype

By Sage

  • 11 Chapters
  • 5,279 Words

Chapters 8-11 Added! Alternate Universe. The Enforcers’ new prototype is coming along well…. more or less. (11 Chapters – Ongoing Series)

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Date Started: 9/1/2015
Date Finished: 9/17/2015

Chapter 8

Blueprints (Part 1 of 2)

“There is just no reasoning with your grandfather, Lt. Clawson. We were hoping you could talk some sense into him.”

Jake eyed the tech quizzically, shifting the tablets and blueprints in his hands. “I thought you’d already talked to him?”

“We tried. He just won’t listen. Everything he’s done for us… He’s been an inspiration.”

Jake sighed softly. “Maybe I’ll change his mind yet.”

“Please do. He’s minutes away from turning in his resignation letter.”

The orange kat nodded and made his way down the corridor to the testing lab. Frankly, he could understand his grandfather’s opposition to continuing his work with Puma Dyne. Years and years of research and planning, only to be told that his inventions would be used to improve and aid the military, particularly in terms of weaponry. The complete opposite of what Professor Hackle wanted.

At times, Jake felt like a complete hypocrite. He’d joined the military for his fascination of flying, turning down a promising career at Puma Dyne and working alongside his grandfather. But, his love of gadgetry was what had him coming back to the lab on off days, showing plans and designs and asking for opinions and criticism. Opinions and criticism that Hackle was always happy to give. And, today was the perfect day for that.

“Are you giving the techs another headache, Grandpa?” he asked once he reached the lab.

“A cane to the head would be too good for them,” was the gruff response.

“You sound like you could use some cheering up.”

“I’ll cheer up the day I walk out that door. I’m hoping you’re here to help me pack?”

Jake grinned. “Not even close. If anything, you’ll be busy these next few weeks.”

“Jacob…” Hackle stopped as he watched his grandson place the blueprints the latter was carrying on his drafting table.

“Just hear me out. I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

Sighing, Hackle turned towards the small kitchen area in the lab. “I’ll make us some coffee.”

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