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By: Alex McQuown
E-mail: amcquown@hotmail.com

"SMALL NOTE:" Fang Is a Wolf Man about 6'5". Read the 
story now.



   "Huh?"
   "Where the hell am I?"
   "What is this place?"

Fang awoke to the drumming of his head, which felt like 
it was just smacked with a concussion missle.  It was
very obvious as he looked around that he was not on the
Crythania.  He wasn't even sure that the Crythania even
existed now.

   "Go figure. I knew the damned co-ax drive controls
were busted, so why did I follow the commander's order?
I knew this would go bad. I'm screwed.  Well, might as
well find out what planet I'm on, 'cuz this sure as hell
ain't any planet I've ever been to..."

After a few tries, Fang finally succeded in getting up,
much to the dismay of his throbbing head.  A few minutes 
later, he found out that his tracking device was very
much destroyed, and that his night lenses were drained of 
power. 

   "Great. Just fucking great. I'm stranded on some planet,
with no way of anyone tracing me to rescue me, my night vision
is gone, and I have one hell of a headache. What else can happen
to make my life any worse?"
 
Unknown to Fang, he was detected by the Swat Kats, who picked him
up as a radar blip on the screen while doing maneuvers near the 
canyon.

   "T-Bone, did you pick that up on radar, or was it just me?"

   "I saw it too, Razor. Let's go see whatever did that, I've
got a fix on it."

The Turbokat's engines flared as T-Bone kicked in the after-
burners and headed toward the canyon. They saw the last thing that
they would ever expect.

   "What the?...." T-Bone looked towards the ground and almost 
swallowed his tongue when he saw what made the blip on the radar
screen.

   "What is it T-Bone?" Razor decided to look down also, and nearly
coughed up a hairball when he saw what T-Bone saw.

Fang looked up at the jet and remembered seeing something like it
when he was a kid.  It was during a history class, a picture of
old war crafts in his book. Curiously, he decided to wave to the
jet. He raised his hand but then stopped, remembering his training.
First rule of survival: HIDE. Fang bolted towards the canyon, hoping
to lose the jet in the cliffs and rocky overhangs.  

   "T-Bone, whatever that thing is, we've gotta get it, before the
Enforcers arrive and before he loses us in the canyon!"

   "That thing, lose US in the canyon? HA!"

T-Bone maneuvered the jet over the running person, while Razor got
the net ready to drop on him.

   "I'm over him Razor. Anytime now."

   "No problem. Dropping net."

Fang decided to risk a look back to see if the plane was there still.
It was, and right above him! He knew that there was no way to outrun
the jet, so he did the next best thing he could think of. He drew his
pistol, and aimed at the jet. But he couldn't get a shot off because
at that second a heavy net dropped on him and immobilized him almost
immediately.

   "Shit, now I'm either an experiment, or a circus attraction. Now
what am I going to do? Well, I'm caught, I might as well find out 
what they are going to do to me."

The net hit him right on the head, and the last thing he saw before
he passed out was a hook descending from the jet.

   "Umm, Razor, you were supposed to net him, not knock him out."

   "His problem, not mine. At least he won't be putting up a fight 
when we take him back to the hangar. Alright, he's in the cargo hold,
let's get back to base."

The Turbokat sped back to the salvage yard, and passed Commander 
Feral's chopper.

   "I knew you'd have something to do with this, Swat Kats."

   "What's wrong Feral? Just making a few runs with the jet. Surely
you can't hold us for that?" T-Bone grinned at Feral and then hit
the afterburners back to base, leaving Feral in a backwash that almost
put him out of the sky.

Fang awoke to the sound of laughter. He kept his eyes closed, and tried
to signal that he was returning to conciousness slowly by groaning and
coughing. It worked, as Chance and Jake cautiously entered the hangar
running, and Jake tripped over his welder and flew face first into the
cage holding Fang. He jumped up and stepped back away from the cage, a
little embarassed at his clumsiness. Fang heard the steps, and the crash,
and started chuckling, unable to contain himself.

   "What's so funny, Chance?"

   "It's not me laughing, it's him." Chance said while pointing at the
cage that held Fang.

Fang just realized that he could understand what they were saying, and 
tried to speak back. But he first faked a bit of disorientation. The
pain didn't have to be faked though.

   "Owww. What hit me? Where am I?" Fang slowly got up and promptly
fell back down. This time it was Jake's turn to laugh.

   "What?" Chance looked at Fang and realized that he spoke their language.
"Who are you? And where are you from?"

   "I'll only tell you my code name and MAYBE where I'm from. I'm Fang,
and until I get some answers, like who are you, and why have you captured
me and caged me like some animal, I'm not answering any more of your 
questions. What have I done to you?" Fang grew just a bit angry.

   "First off, you've done nothing to us. Second, we can't tell if you're
dangerous or not, and we really can't trust what you say. Third, I'm Chance
and this is Jake. Welcome to MegaKat City."

   "Yeah, how can I trust you, you could be lying to me."

Chance took that as an offensive remark. "Look boy, I don't care what you are
or where you come from, but if you keep this up I'll personally rip every 
hair from your body."

   "You'll find that to be rather difficult. I wouldn't advise trying to 
do that. I'm liable to bite."

   "Chance, Fang, shut up! Look, it was either capture you, or you end up as 
some experiment or biological specimen. You should be grateful."

Fang liked Jake already, he was to the point. "I would be even more grateful
if you would let me out of this damned cage."

   "Can we trust you?" Jake was not a fool, but he was tryng to earn trust 
from him before he let him out.

   "Yes, as long as you keep that big furball over there away from me, I
don't wanna end up hurting your friend here." Fang threw Jake his pistol and
ammo belt that he had hidden. "Here's my gun. now let me out, please. I'm 
starting to get cramps."

Chance was not gonna be around when Fang was out. "Go on and let him out 
Jake, but you're in charge of him. He does anything wrong, it's your fault."
With that Chance left the hangar and went back upstairs and started watching
reruns of Scaredy Cat.

   "How can you stand him, Jake?"

   "He's usually not like this, it's probably something you said."

   "I'm not like this when I'm out of a cage. You know, you're pretty cool."

   "Thanks."

Jake opened the cage and let Fang out, but was ready for an attack. Fang 
sensed this, but he ignored it and sat down on the floor. "Got a lighter?"

   "Nope, but I've got a welding torch."

   "I know, you tripped over it. Does that happen often?"

   "No, but anyways, tell me about your kind." Jake flared up the torch and 
Fang lit up a cigarette.

   "Well, I'm really the only of my kind left. As far as I know, my ship 
probably wiped out the rest of my crew, who were the last survivors of my 
kind."

   "How come you lived? And what caused them to be the last of your kind?

   "A solar flare wiped out our planet, and we were the only ship able to 
escape the planet. Afterwards the sun exploded and we hit the co-ax drive 
to try and escape the blast, but the controls were malfunctioning, and the
ship exploded. Why I lived is beyond me."

   "Sorry to hear that. Did you have any family on the ship?

   "No, they died due to crime. I turned independent, quit my job, and went
after the crime bosses. After that, I stayed a loner, still fighting to save
innocent people. I lost my home when the planet was destroyed, and I lost my
life when the ship exploded. I am alone. Fuck it all."

For a second Jake thought he saw a tear forming in Fang's right eye. He 
couldn't blame him though, after losing his family, home, then being truly
alone, it couldn't be helped. "Ouch. Anything I could do to help?"

   "Yeah, find me something to do. A job, preferably doing what I do best,
stopping crime."

   "Well, I could give you one place to go, but I'm not sure it would be 
safe for you." Jake pulled out a map. "We are here. There is a building 
where law enforcement is taught. Go there and ask. POLITELY. Maybe if you
explained yourself then they could grant you a shot at becoming an Enforcer.
If that doesn't work, then I can't help you."

   "Thanks. I'll see you around. you mind if I stay here for awhile? I have
no place else."

   "Sure, but from now on, stay upstairs, ok?"
   
   "Yeah, anyways I hate being in a basement."

Fang walked out and passed Chance on his way to the ladder. Chance turned and
saw a tear drop from Fang's eyes.

   "What got him?"

   "It's a long story Chance, but I have time to tell you. Sit down."

Fang walked out of the salvage yard and decided that he would remain unseen
on his way to the Enforcer Academy. 

   "First thing, I find the person who runs this Academy. Gain his trust, 
then try out for the Enforcers."




  Keep looking for more Fang/SwatKats stories soon. Any comments E-mail me.
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