The bright summer sun glinted off the waters of Megakat Bay as the Turbokat streaked overhead. The SWAT Kats were out on patrol, and Razor was busy monitoring the Enforcer emergency bands on his radio.
“Hey, T-Bone, listen to this. Sounds like the Enforcers might have gotten someone a little too wild for them,” Razor said, flicking a switch.
An Enforcer’s voice crackled through: “I think I need some help getting this one inside!”
T-Bone diverted his course and landed on top of the bakery across from Enforcer Headquarters. He jumped down and went over to watch the fun. Razor joined him. They watched the Enforcers attempt to drag and pull a she-kat inside.
“Unhand me!” she yelled, struggling against them.
“You’re under arrest! You’ll only make things worse!” one of them said.
“Release me! Or do you wish to incur the wrath of Ichthalsus and Diablo?!”
“Who’s Ich-tally-what-sis-name?” one of the Enforcers asked, looking puzzled.
“Who’s to know? He’s probably some criminal,” the other answered.
The she-kat seemed to calm down and stop struggling as they shoved her inside.
Razor sat down and looked at T-Bone.
“Wow, you were right, Razor. She WAS a real wild one!” T-Bone said, sitting down next to Razor.
“Yeah. Did you hear how she talked?” Razor asked.
“Yeah, real medievil-ish. Kinda reminded me of Callista,” T-Bone answered.
“Bingo. I wonder if the Pastmaster has been screwing around again…”
Neither of the two knew they were watched.
“Callista?” A small white-furred kat asked, brushing his blue hair out of his eyes.
A large male Lynx grunted. “It’s not her I am concerned with,” he said, turning and disappearing down the fire escape.
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