This is a story is determination between two kats, and a heck of a lot
of other stuff.



                    The Seventh Hour

      
   "I'm not gonna let you die on me," Razor spoke as he piloted the
     new TurboKat II, "No Callie, you are not gonna die on me."

     Rapidly punching buttons for the afterburners and external engines,
     he glanced at her noticing a horrible fact.

    "Oh G-d."

     He then jammed the control stick forward causing the jet to
     nosedive, and rapidly returning the jet to a horizontal path.

     Noticing the airspeed indicator reading Mach 3.1, his hopes were high.

    "Were almost there, hang on, oh hang with me!!!"

     Spying a nice piece of road to land on, manuvering the jet to a hover mode,
     and retracting the gear. Opening the cockpit, he jumped out with Callie
     in his arms.

     Dashing through the "Emergency Department" in his torn
     and tattered G-suit stained with blood, he shouted at the top of 
     his voice "I NEED HELP! Someone!".

     Medical workers rushed to Razor, with a stretcher behind. Carefully 
     placing her on it, they rushed her in to Emergency Bay 1.

     For a few minutes, Razor just stood there, in awe, blood dripping to the 
     floor. T-Bone then rushed up behind him.

    "I heard the news."

    "Huh. They said she was in critical condition."
  
    "Oh G-d, I just can't believe it."

    "G-ddamnit! Cal might die! Then what would I be?! Just a father of two 
     in a huge penthouse on Milano-Kamer Avenue. I don't want to end up 
     that way."

     Suddenly, Razor collapsed onto the floor, and started coughing up blood.

    "Hey! I need help here!" T-Bone shouted when he saw his partner on the 
     ground. 

    "It's okay pal, you're gonna pull through. Stay with me."

     More medical personnel came to Razor's aid, and took him to
     Emergency Bay 2.

    "Oh crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap!!!!!!!!!!!!
     Just what I need," he muttered as he walked away to the 
     TurboKat Lightning.   
 

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     In the Doctor's Lounge in the MegaKat University Medical Center, Doctor
     Bruce McLaren, and Doctor Judy Weeks discussed the conditions 
     on Callie and Razor.


    "I don't think she'll pull through," Weeks said.
 
    "But I think she can, honestly. Her condition is getting better,
     and she can understand what I'm saying," McLaren replied.

    "She has a fracture to her collarbone, 3 cracked ribs, a multiple 
     fracture to her left femur and right humerus. Not to mention 
     a separated knee-bone and a few broken claws to make matters worse. 
     She's broken to pieces. I don't give her much hope. Not anyone that 
     I've ever see could pull through this all. It's not likely."

    "I see your pessimism showing. I think, that that SWAT Kat and the
     Mayor are going to recover. I know it. They need rest, and lots
     of the right medication. You need to give them hope. It makes them feel
     better and it's a goal for you to shoot to."

     And with that, McLaren got up and walked out the door and into
     the corridor.

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    Back in his place on Milano-Kamer Avenue, Chance sulked while lying
    on his U-shaped sofa.

   "This is too much. Two of my *BEST* friends are hospitalized. Maybe I
    should go visit them."

    He then go up, put his jacket on, and walked down to the parking garage.
    After stepping into the elevator, he heard a voice. 

   "Don't worry."

    Franticly, spinning around to find not a soul.

    "Wierd," he exclaimed as he ran to his Mercedes Benz S600 sedan.

     As pulling out of the garage, he thought he should go as "T-Bone", 
     just to be safe. Changing course to the new SWAT Kat base out in the 
     desert.


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       The End??


Maybe not.



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Jake Clawson (jake_clawson@usa.net)