The Eighth Hour





       "Razor? Can ya hear me?"



        Razor heard what T-Bone was saying, but he tried to respond.



       "...I...can......hear....you....," Razor sputtered wearily.



       "It's okay. You'll be out of here today."



       "....Good...but...how's...Cal...doing??"



       "Uh, you might not wanna hear it."



        Suddenly Razor sat up and perked his ears.



       "How bad is it?"



       "I'm afraid pretty badly. Her condition is stable, but the 

        doctor's don't give her much hope."



       "Well, if they can't give her hope, then I will!" a determined

        Razor shouted as he ran out the door.



        He turned back as he said, "What room is she in?"



       "Room 2045 on the twentieth floor."



       "Thanks pal."



        And he ran as hard as he could for the elevator.



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        Razor entered the the packed elevator and punched the "20"
button.



       "Are you a SWAT Kat??" a little tomkat asked.



       "Course I am." came the reply.



       "Why are you in the hospital??"



       "I'm just visiting a.....*friend*. A very good friend of
mine."



       "Can I come along??"



       "I guess so. Is it okay with your folks??"



       "I visit other kats and cheer them up and give them flowers and
gifts

        and stuff. My dad is a surgeon."



       "What's his name??"



       "Doctor McLaren."



       "Sure. This is the floor. Come on."



       "Okay Mr. SWAT Kat."



       "Yeeeah."



        As Razor and Shawn McLaren walked down to Callie's room, 

        Doctor McLaren walked out of a hallway, and stopped to say
hi.



       "Hey Shawn. And I already guessed who this is."



       "Yeah dad. He's a SWAT Kat."



       "Interesting."



       "Doctor McLaren, I'm just visiting the kat in room 2045."



       "Oh! You mean Mayor Clawson??"



       "Yeah. Just wanna see how she is."



       "Go right ahead."



       "Thanks, doc."



        Quickly, Razor headed to her room, slowly opened the door, and
walked

        in.



       "Hey Ms. Briggs. How ya doing??"



        Callie heard him perfecly fine, but couldn't move her mouth or
arms.



       "Don't worry. Save your energy. I hope you fell better. Look,

        I gotta go, yet another city emergency. So, I'll see you
later.

        Bye."



        And Razor got up left the room.



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        Flying to the new base, Razor was going to change into

        his regular clothes and go home and sleep.



       "T-Bone, where are you??"



       "I'm at the base, just getting somethin' to eat. And may I ask

        what are you doing??"



       "Oh, I'm at a nightclub with a bunch of she-kats that have no
clothes

        on. Just having lots of fun."



       "PHHTTTT!!! WHAT IN THE HELL DID YOU SAY??"

      

       "Heh heh heh!! Just kiddn' pal. I'm in the jet heading for the
base.

        See you there. Out."



       Continuing the journey, Razor presses the "Turbochargers"
button,

       and instantly the airspeed went from Mach 1 to Mach 5.7.

 

      "Yeah baby!! Alrighty now, the new mods work A-OK."



      Suddenly the "Hostile Aircraft" lights flashed rapidly, and
Razor 

      turned around and saw 8 MiG 29's chasing him.



     "Ohhhhh fuck!!!!!!! T-Bone! I'm 5 miles from the base, and 8 MiG
29's

      are chasing me. I need backup! NOW! And make sure you have
plenty of

      ammo pal. Out."



      Putting the Amram missiles into the controls was difficult, 

      considering he's being shot as. He banked the jet hard left,
locked

      and fired a missile right at a MiG.



     "Gotcha. Now just 7 left. And I need T-Bone quite badly."



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           The End???





Maybe, maybe not. You'll just never know.





Jaguar Lyons (jaguarxj220@usa.net)



If you forgot, I'm Jake Clwson's niece.

The one who ran the fan club.