Title: In the Life of Evil
Author: Collin Blake
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Disclaimer: Swat Kats and anything related to the Radical Squadron is copyrighted by Hanna Barbara. I don’t plan or want to make any money off this.
Author’s comments: This fic is entirely about the Evil Swat Kats. No good guys in this one. Evil Chance and Jake are great characters, and I wanted to write something involving their lives. Thus, this story is the set up for the episode “Dark Side of the Swat Kats”. Evil, staying evil…
Teaser: An episode devoted entirely to the Swat Kats’ evil twins. No good Chance and Jake in this one; they’re bad… Ever wonder what evil Chance and Jake might be thinking? Evil T-bone and Razor is one thing, but evil Chance and Jake…
Driving in through the unlocked gates of the MegaKat Salvage Yard was a large garbage truck. Its massive load of scrap metal and appliances reached over the top of the truck’s huge carrier as it slowly crept into the massive lot. The driver, a small scruffy looking Kat, looked over the wheel and around cautiously as his heart beat quickened.
“Do you think they’re here?” he asked with a shaky voice.
“I hope not, Murray,” his partner answered. He was a huge Kat, big and round, with a giant beanie on his head. His eyes moved rapidly from side to side, looking around in caution as the truck pulled up to the two-story garage.
Murray slowly turned the wheel hard to the right, and the truck began to turn around. As the truck came to a 180 degree turn, he straightened the wheel and looked in the rear view mirror. “Burke, go check to see if they’re here.”
“I’m not getting out of this truck, Murray,” the big Kat responded.
“Burke, just go out really fast and check if they’re here. If not, then we can just dump the load and get out of here.” pleaded Murray.
The huge Kat gave a look of fear but slowly moved his hand to the door handle. Pulling it, he opened the door and stepped out. Slowly, he moved to the back of the truck and walked up to the garage. His heartbeat was racing; he looked around to see if anyone was at home, but saw no activity. After looking over the garage one more time, he turned to get back into the truck. As he turned, he jumped back, noticinig Chance Furlong standing in front of him.
Chance smiled at Burke’s fear and stepped closer to him, “Hey Burke, glad to see you.”
Burke’s hands were shaking and his feet couldn’t move. He stood there, frozen in fear, as he answered, “Hi Chance.”
“What are you doing way out here, Burke?” Chance said as he put his paw on Burke’s shoulder.
“Um… Today is… We have… A delivery for you,” Burke managed to spit out, too engulfed by fear.
Chance took his hand off Burke’s shoulder and pulled back, “A delivery?” Chance eyes moved from Burke to the huge truck behind him. He studied the truck for a moment and, as his face grew upset, he looked back at Burke. “Looks like you were going to dump ‘your delivery,’ right on our front door.”
Burke’s hands went up in defense, “No, we were just backing up and I got out to ask you where you…” He sentence was cut off my Chance’s fist in his mouth. Burke fell down to ground and landed on his back, hard. He looked up at Chance moving closer towards him. He scrambled back on the ground to keep his distance, but went right into the wall of the garage. With him sitting down, backed against the wall, Chance bent down.
“Burke, do you think you can come in here and dump your trash on our front door?” Chance said slowly.
“But, I wasn’t…” Burke pleaded, but suddenly stopped at the site of Chance pulling back his fist again.
When Burke shut up, Chance lowered his fist and smiled at Burke, “That’s more like it…” He slowly put his paw out and dusted off Burke’s collar. Burke was completely still. After Chance was done, he smiled again, “So, where’s your buddy?”
Just as Chance asked, Murray’s trembling face was seen coming from behind the truck. After a few more seconds both Chance and Burke saw that his expression was because Jake Clawson was holding him by the back of his shirt. “Hey Chance, look what I found,” Jake said as he tossed Murray’s body over to them. Murray landed, rolling into Burke against the wall. Chance stood up as Jake walked over to join him.
“Hey, Murray, glad you could join the party,” Chance said with an evil grin.
Both Murray and Burke looked up at the two Kats with fear in their eyes.
“Why you two look so scared?” Jake mocked. “What do you think we’re going to do to you?”
He bent down to their eye level to stare into their fearful eyes, “We’re going take real good care of you two…”
“Cause we *like* ya’s,” Chance finished.
Suddenly a loud car horn came from behind them and the truck. Jake stood up and spun around to see the deputy mayor’s car pulling up behind the big garbage truck. Inside, her face and hands were motioning get that huge truck out of my way!
“Oh, looks like we have to cut our play time a bit short.” Chance said as he looked back. “Darn, and we were going to have fun.” He quickly bent down as he faced them again, “If I ever catch you two planning to dump your crap on my front door again, you’re dead meat,” he said with his eyes locked on them.
“Shh… Shh… Sure, no problem. We would never,” Murray answered slowly.
“Good, now get out of here,” Jake said.
Burke and Murray got up and hurried back to their truck, but when Murray passed Jake and Burke passed Chance they were both tripped. Falling on top of each other at the sound of Chance and Jake’s laughter. They tried to shake it off as best they could, and didn’t look back as they kept going until they got in the truck. Once inside, Murray quickly started the engine and the deputy mayor’s car moved back so they could get out. Once they hurried out of site, the deputy mayor’s car pulled up to Chance and Jake.
“How long does it take to get in here – I’ve been waiting forever,” Ms. Briggs said as she got out of her car, the frustration and anger obvious on her face.
“What’s the problem, Callie?” Jake said as he moved closer to her.
“This piece of junk that *you* fixed for me a while ago has still got the same problem,” she said glaring at him.
Jake smiled and moved closer, “Well, that’s no problem. We can fix it up for you and make it better than ever.” He walked behind her and placed one paw on her hip and the other on her shoulder, pulling her into him.
“Get your paws off me!” Callie said as she removed his hold on her, turned, and slapped him in the face.
Jake stepped back after being hit, then moved toward her again with a sly grin on his face, “What’s the matter, Callie, don’t you want me to *fix* your car?”
Callie moved back from Jake but was soon backed against her car door. As Jake got closer to her, she smacked him with her bag, knocking him back again. “If you only knew the trouble you’re in,” she said, raising her voice.
“What, you got a *boyfriend*?” Chance asked, mocking her. “Bring him on, not like he looks after you any ways.” Chance walked over and was now face to face with Callie. He put his paw up and slowly ran it down her cheek, “A shame though, such a beautiful she-Kat.”
Callie glared at his comment and pulled her paw back to smack him, but Chance saw it coming and caught her paw before it struck him. He smiled, “And strong.” He quickly moved in and gave her a powerful kiss. She didn’t resist, and when he pulled back she looked up at him. For a brief moment the expression on her face was that of satisfaction, but it violently changed back to rage as she pushed him aside.
“Get out of my way!” she yelled, “And, you better have my car fixed before tonight, or it’ll be both your tails!” She stormed away towards the mayor’s car that was waiting for her at the front of the gate.
“Thanks a lot, Chance,” Jake said sarcastically as Callie got in the car and drove off.
Chance turned back, “Shut up, it’s not like you would ever get with her anyways.”
Jake’s face grew angry, “Oh yeah?!” he said, stepping up to Chance.
“Yeah!” Chance replied, pushing Jake back…
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