Title: VIPER’S REVENGE
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Summary: Dr. Viper injects Commander Feral with a mutation virus changing his life forever or does he?
Author Note:Posted this story on Fanfic.net, SWAT Kat.com, and SWAT Kat.us. I’m a new writer so please be merciful and I hope you enjoy this one.
My uncle’s sergeant caught me as I was signing off duty. His tense mien warned me that something bad had happened.
“Lt, Commander Feral wants you in his office immediately!” he quickly relayed.
“Right! Can you give me a head’s up?” I asked.
“No ma’am! Best it should come from the Commander direct,” he said tightly and then hurried off obviously on another errand for my uncle. Worried, I took off for the elevators and my uncle’s office.
I met my uncle heading for the elevator just as I was arriving. He signaled me to hold the doors as he quickly slipped his glasses on and got aboard, punching the button for the armory hard. I could feel waves of fury coming from him. In clipped, tight sentences my uncle informed me of Turmoil’s actions. My stomach clenched in anger and fear for poor Sarena.
“You have a plan, Uncle?” I asked, maintaining my professional manner while I seethed inside.
I could feel Felina’s fury nearly equal to mine but was proud when she didn’t let it interfere with her duty.
“Yes, Felina! We’re going to load up with some special munitions, then you and I are going to meet up with the SWAT Kats. I already have a level one special ops initiated to try to find Turmoil, but that is a blind to distract and draw her out while we secretly get inside her operation,” I told her as we arrived at the armory.
Chief Henler saw us arrive and came toward us with a questioning look on his face, “Can I help you, Commander?”
“Yes! We need some nonlethal for an infiltration. Lightweight and easily portable. Gas and flash grenades, stun and net guns, and I want something cobbled together to look like a nuclear detonator. Hurry! This is a kidnapping and we have to move fast,” I ordered.
“Right away, sir!” Henler acknowledged and spun on his heel and rushed away, shouting orders to his people.
I turned to Felina, “When we get the fake detonator you and the SWAT Kats are to go to the Nuclear Power Plant and pretend to be picking a detonator up from there. I’ll contact the plant security to set it up. You and the SWAT Kats will return to Enforcer Headquarters to await Turmoil’s demands. Once we hear what she wants us to do, then we will plan our attack,” I said grimly.
She nodded, and we settled in to wait.
I contacted the Nuclear Power Plant and spoke to the head of security and the plant manager. It took a little forceful persuasion to convince them to go along with the plan, but, finally, they agreed.
It took Chief Henler’s people about thirty minutes to create a really good fake. I was pleased with the result. Each of us was given a backpack with the weapons I’d asked for. I thanked them for their quickness, and we went to the radio room to get an update on the search.
The ops leader informed me they had engaged some of Turmoil’s pilots but could not get a lead on where her launch platform was. We weren’t sure if she even had a new ship or if she was using a ground landing strip somewhere. Search teams were spreading out to check out that possibility. I told him to keep at it and gave him the radio frequency to reach me to keep me informed.
I checked my watch and realized that it was past time to meet my temporary allies. With Felina in tow, we headed for the flight line. At the edge of the building, Felina helped me put the specially designed backpack on and then slipped hers on. The fake detonator was in a small carryall. Scooping her up, I spread my wings and dropped off the edge. Catching a rising thermal, I winged our way toward the meeting place.
We’ve been cooling our heels behind the hangout for fifteen minutes already. Fortunately, the place had been shut down, so there was no one to see us. Where was Feral? I was about to comment to Razor when a shadow slipped over us, and, moments later, there was Feral carrying Felina. He set her down on her feet, and we gathered close to talk privately.
“Odd place for a meeting, Commander. What kept you?” I asked gruffly.
“No one would think to look for us here and we were waiting for this,” he said and opened a small carryall. Inside was a familiar looking device.
“Hey! That looks like the detonator we took back to the plant.” I looked up at him in surprise.
“That’s the key word, T-Bone, ‘looks like.’ It’s a fake. Now, here’s what I want you two to do…” He laid out a plan that was daring enough to work and something Turmoil would never suspect.
“Sounds like a good plan, Commander. When do we start?” I asked, seeing Razor nod his head in agreement.
“Right now. I want you to take Felina’s backpack and this fake detonator and hide it in the Turbokat. I will fly Felina back to Enforcer Headquarters, and you two will rejoin us there as soon as possible. Then the plan will begin,” he explained.
“Roger, see you both shortly.” I nodded, taking the packs from Felina. Stowing them safely, Razor and I quickly mounted our bikes as Feral took off. We were soon roaring back down the road for the garage. We parked the bikes and ran for the jet and were soon in the air heading to Enforcer Headquarters.
My uncle flew us back to the flight line. I knew the SWAT Kats would not be long in joining us, so we remained outside waiting for them. Sure enough, only ten minutes had passed, and they were soon gliding in for a landing. T-Bone kept the engines running and opened the canopy for me to board, and we were on our way.
Almost repeating the process we’d gone through to drop off the original detonator, with the exception of there being no real detonator in the specially padded crate they hovered up the ramp into the hold of the jet. As soon as the crate was secured, the security head had me sign some papers that were really for the hover cart and crate to insure they got them back. Thanking them for their help, they nodded and quickly left. Razor raised the ramp and, in the security of the cargo hold, we opened the empty crate and put in the fake detonator then sealed everything up again.
Returning to the cockpit, we raced back to Enforcer Headquarters where we would wait for Turmoil’s next move.
Finally, the detonator is nearly mine. My spies report seeing the SWAT Kats and Feral’s niece picking up something from the Nuclear Power Plant. Seems the Commander really does care for that female. My pilots have been playing tag with his forces long enough. It’s time to make Feral and the SWAT Kats pay! I send my aide to transmit my instructions to Feral. I want that detonator tonight!
I was tense and frantic. I couldn’t sit, so paced around my office while we waited. T-Bone reclined on the couch by Felina, and Razor was leaning against one of the windows near my desk. No one spoke. Felina finally got up and stepped in front of me as I was starting to pass the couch yet again.
“Uncle, you need to eat. You are going to need the fuel to be able to stay airborne during this operation. Let me order up some food for everyone and you try to sit for a little bit to conserve your energy,” Felina pleaded with me.
“She’s right, Commander. You are wearing a hole in your floor and getting way too tense. Don’t need to get muscle spasms in those wings now. We know you’re worried, but you gotta rest!” Razor added his concerns.
I snarled angrily, but conceded they were right and nodded at Felina to order some food. I moved back to my desk and sat. I couldn’t stop being scared for Sarena’s welfare. I hope Turmoil has only tied or locked her up and not touched her in any way.
The food arrived, but I really didn’t have the appetite to eat. Felina coaxed and badgered me to consume some of it. We had just finished when the Sergeant rushed in with the message we’d been waiting for. Her note was short and to the point. I read it aloud.
“Commander Feral will bring the detonator alone to the abandoned airfield west of the city at four p.m. this afternoon. No tricks. We will be watching you.”
“Well, that’s pretty straight forward. Kinda hard to sneak up on them on an open airfield,” Felina said in frustration.
“That’s not entirely true, Lt.” Razor smiled for the first time since this began.
T-Bone began grinning as well.
“Alright, could you two clowns let us in on what’s so funny?” I growled and in no mood for their antics.
“Simple, Commander. While you are delivering the fake detonator in your special vehicle, the Lt and us will be sneaking up underground in the Turbomole,” Razor said in triumph.
I gaped at him in surprise and could have slapped myself. Of course, that was the same vehicle they had used at the mine incident last year.
“That’s brilliant! …Except they might feel the vibrations from the machine as you get close,” I said cautiously.
“We won’t be that close to the surface until we are right on top of our target,” Razor assured me.
For the first time since this began, I had real hope we would rescue Sarena and capture Turmoil. But still, I was cautious. “You know, Turmoil is expecting to see the Turbokat engaging her pilots. She’ll be suspicious if she doesn’t see you.”
“Hmm, you may be right there!” T-Bone said, faltering a little. Looking at his partner for help.
But, Razor was equally uncertain what to do next.
“Just how hard is it to handle that Turbomole of yours?” Felina spoke up thoughtfully.
“Well, I’ve gotten the bugs out of the system. Not really that difficult, why?” Razor asked, confused.
“Then, why don’t I drive this mole of yours, and you guys do cover with the Turbokat. I’ll just come up where you guys direct me from the air, and I’ll cause a big disruption that will allow my uncle to rescue Sarena and try to catch Turmoil unless she takes to the air, then it’s up to you guys to catch her. What do you think?” she asked, smiling expectantly.
“That’s a great idea and, yeah, I can teach you to handle the mole in thirty minutes. This should work,” Razor agreed enthusiastically.
I had to admit, Felina’s plan was brilliant and had the best chance to work. “Well, we better get started, then it’s only two hours before we have to be at the airfield,” I said briskly, feeling energized and ready to go.
Nodding their agreement, the SWAT Kats got with Felina on meeting them on the flight line in thirty minutes. They had to retrieve the mole from their hangar. Meanwhile, I and Felina had the fake detonator taken down from the flight line and loaded on my hummer. I had it secured and guarded in the Enforcer parking garage until time to leave.
Having nothing better to do, I watched while Felina familiarized herself with the odd vehicle as Razor showed her all the workings. Then, they tested the communications to ensure she would hear their instructions and ensure she was linked to me so she could listen in on my conversation with the criminals.
An hour later, we were as ready as we could be. The SWAT Kats loaded the mole back on board the Turbokat with Felina aboard and took her to the best place for her to get underground and start traveling to the target site. I took off in my hummer for the abandoned airfield, keeping my eyes peeled for any treachery on Turmoil’s part.
Don’t know how I talked myself into driving this thing. It’s worse than a tank to maneuver. It’s a good thing I’m not claustrophobic or I’d be going crazy knowing I was several miles underground with only a radar to guide me. But, this is the only way we are going to get the drop on that wily she kat. I just know we are going to succeed. So, with that in mind, I grimly drove the Turbomole to the target site and listened for the SWAT Kats signal to rise to the surface.
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