One more time. Greetings.  This happens to be my first attempt at
this, and to be honest, I'm not much of a writer. So, please bare with
me.  I would like to thank all those who have Swat Kat web sites, as
well as those who have submitted stories & art to those web sites.  It
is because of ‘Hero's Home' and others that have inspired me to write
this one.

Fair warning - This story is about a character known as Commander Geo
Furson (not an RPG character) and his involvement with the kat world.
Also there will be reference to duplicate Swat Kats towards the end.
But I do believe you will not be confused, despite my using just
T-Bone or Razor.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Swat Kats.  I also do not own the
Transformers (Hot Rod). They belong to their respective creators.  I
do not make any profit from this, nor do I want to.  I did not ask
permission to use them.  If I knew who to ask I would.  So I'm sorry.
Any of my characters names used in this story are completely made up.
Any similarities to real or fictional people living or dead is
completely coincidental.

The characters - These are my creations, if you wish to use any of
them please ask. Commander Geo Furson, Sam Lynx, Jim Trigger, Tina
Pennyworth, Josephine Pennyworth, Ronnie McKnight, Stacy King, Susan,
Tim Cross, Tina Cross, Officer Nick, Sheriff Thompson, Jim Hampton,
Officer Brown, Enforcer Jackson, Enforcer Shivers, Kathy, Mrs. Bell.

Send e-mail to my starship: USSWOLF@aol.com

Notice to all writers.  If you have stories concerning the Swat Kats,
Biker Mice From Mars, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Power Rangers,
Spider-man and Transformers, could you please send a copy my way.  It
doesn't matter what kind of content it has, be it bondage, s&m, gay,
lesbian, murder, blood, gore, or even the strangest thing you could
imagine. I just like to read what others like to write. And no I do
not have a web site.  Yet.

Notes: * * - indicates thought.

Enjoy.

                SWAT KATS: THE RADICAL SQUADRON DEATH SAGA PART ONE
                                
          "There are more things in heaven and earth, Than are dreamt
of in your philosophy." ~Hamlet Act 1, Scene 5
                                
                            Memories By Wildwolf

     The scenery was a magnificent one, as the pilot looked down
scanning the desert below. He was looking forward to this expedition
into the desert.  A lightning flash in the distance reminded him of
the approaching storm.  *Looks like I'll have to wait the storm out
before going on the expedition.* he thought to himself, as he
continuing his descent.

     "Explorer to Base, ETA nine minutes to exploration camp."

     "Acknowledged Explorer.  Beware!  The storm has increased in
intensity.  It has been updated to a class three electrical storm.  Be
careful."

     "Acknowledged, Base.  Explorer out."

     Still five minutes from exploration camp, the storm continued its
approach, a blinding flash followed by a loud ‘BANG' shook the craft,
startling the pilot as his computer monitors went blank.  Quickly he
begins to activate the back up controls, but receives an electric
shock as the control panels produced electrical arcs.  Red warning
lights flashed and claxons sounded, indicating the failure of the
crafts systems.  Knowing the situation was severe, he immediately
calls the base for help.

     "Mayday!  Mayday!   Explorer to Base.  My craft has been struck
by lightning.  Systems are failing.   My co-ordinates are one three
five by six seven, sector Alpha.   Mayday!  Mayday! My craft has been
hit . . .    OH DA..."  he yelled as lightning hit his craft again,
giving the pilot a shock that threw him back into his seat, shorting
out what functioning systems still remained.  The pilot tried
desperately to shake off the effects of the electrical shock and to
regain control but to no avail.  He looks out of the cockpit only to
see the ground and realizes it's too late.

     "AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!" came a piercing scream from the dark.  The
he kat bolts upright gasping for air as his dark gray fur matted with
sweat.

     "DANG!  I don't how much more of this I can take.  This dream,
why has it returned to haunt me?  Ever since the shooting three months
ago, I haven't had a decent nights sleep."  He turns to look at the
clock on the night stand. "4:26 AM.  Crud."  *I doubt that I'll get
any more sleep tonight.* he thought shaking his head.  Standing he
heads for the bathroom to get cleaned up for work.

     Upon entering the kitchen, he proceeds to the refrigerator,
grabbing orange juice, eggs, and fruit.  As he sits down, he noticed
the briefcase sitting on the table, he stares at it, scared of its
contents.  He reluctantly opens the briefcase, staring at the contents
for a few moments. Removing six files with large red lettering on the
front stating: ‘Enforcer Property', the names on the file's label tabs
read, ‘Razor', ‘T-Bone', ‘Lynx, Sam S.', ‘Trigger, Jim R.', ‘‘Clawson,
Jake F.' and ‘Furlong, Chance C.'.  He sighs heavily knowing today is
going to be a rotten day.

     Finishing his breakfast, he puts the folders back into his
briefcase, locking it, and proceeds to clear off the table.  "I'm glad
it's Friday.  I can start my vacation tonight." he said straightening
his Enforcer's uniform.  Picking up his briefcase and walks out the
front door.

7:23 AM, Friday June 12

     "Chance try starting it now." asked Jake, moving his arms and
tools from the engine compartment.

     Chance turns the ignition switch to start, cranking the motor
over.  The engine misfires, causing several loud backfires, followed
by an explosion, breaking one of the cylinder heads from the motor.

     "Crud.  The blasted engine's shot, we'll have ta get another
motor for our truck." yelled Jake kicking the truck's bumper. "Calm
down will ya Jake, we'll get it fixed.  And besides I'm the hot head
around here remember!" said Chance, getting out of the truck.

     "Yea, WHEN?  Look at all the cars waiting to be fixed!  I mean we
are back logged for at least a week.  Not to mention we don't even
have the money to rebuild this motor, and we're getting low on
ammunition, the Turbokat is overdue for an overhaul." snapped Jake
kicking the truck's bumper again.

     "But look on the bright side, we won't have to go out on any tows
till it's fixed.  Giving us a chance to catch up on this work.  Not to
mention, we won't have to listen to them complain about waiting so
long.  Especially that old lady who refuses to put a new battery in
her car." Chance said in a calm voice, putting a paw on Jake's
shoulder.

     "Yea." Jake chuckled, remembering the old lady's car zooming off.
"You're right.  I'll call Triple M and tell them we're out of
commission for at least the next 24 hours."

     "Good!  I'll go look...."

     Both kats jump as the phone starts to ring in rapid succession.
Chance proceeded quickly to the office phone closing the door.  As he
grabbed the receiver he presses a flashing red button. "Yes, Miss
Briggs!"

     "T-Bone!  It's the Pastmaster.  He's creating one of his portals
near City Hall." replied Callie.

     "We're on our way." returned Chance, motioning for his partner to
get moving.

7:45 AM, Friday June 12

     "Com' on Sureshot nail this monster so we can kick Pastmaster's
butt." snapped T-Bone.

     "Don't cough up a hair ball T-Bone!  I'm on it." returned Razor.
"Launching Bolo Missiles." continued Razor.

     The Pterodactyl moved too slow to avoid the bolo missiles,
wrapping it's wings up tightly.

     "BINGO!" cried Razor. As the Pterodactyl fell to the ground with
a sickening ‘thud'!

     "ALRIGHT!  The Enforcers seem to be handling the rest of them.
Now let's get the Pastmaster, once and for all." said T-Bone with
anticipation.

     T-Bone makes a hard right bank and engages full thrust, returning
to the location of the Pastmaster at City Hall.  As they approach,
Razor attempts to get a target lock on the Pastmaster.

     "I've got that little troll in my sights T-Bone.  Steady.  Lock.
Octopus missile deploy!"

***********

     The Pastmaster watches as the Swat Kats, once again, destroyed
his plans.  Angered he creates a vortex to escape through before the
Swat Kats can catch him.

     "Curse you Swat Kats!!" yelled the Pastmaster.  "Someday, Swat
Kats!  I'll get my dark ages back.  And you won't be able to stop me!"
continued the Pastmaster, raising his watch in a final attempt to
destroy them.

                          ***********

     On a nearby roof an Enforcer is watching this fight, with concern
and extreme interest. Noticing the Pastmaster's intention, he reaches
for his sidearm, aims, and fires two shots, within the blink of an
eye.

     *No way, Pastmaster!  I'm never going to let you or anyone else
harm them.  Or at least die trying.* thought the Enforcer.

                           **********

     The Pastmaster raised his watch, wanting anxiously to destroy the
Swat Kats.  His facial expression changes to that of horror as his
watch flies out of his hand, shattering to pieces, as does the watch
chain holding the watch.  However, before he can recover from this
horror, the octopus missile captures him, forcing him into the vortex
without his watch.

                          ***********

     "Crud, Razor!  That missile shot him into the vortex.  I wanted
to capture that pest."

     "I know.  I know.  But the good news is, he's gone.  But, should
he show his ugly mug around again.  We'll be ready!" returned Razor.
"Now let's head for home.  We still have a truck to fix."

     "Roger that buddy." replied T-Bone, banking the Turbokat to the
east towards the mountains.

     "Hey, Razor."

     "What is it, T-Bone?"

     "Do you get the feeling that we're being watched?"

     "Of course we're being watched, T-Bone.  There's the Kats Eye
News helicopter, six enforcer helicopters in the air, and no doubt
hundreds of citizens watching from the ground." replied Razor, as he
looked at his scope, then out of the plane's canopy.

     "No.  I mean...  I dunno, I just feel like... someone has been
watching us doing our thing for the past two months, more intently
then the others.  I know it sounds crazy.... Oh never mind." T-Bone
said shaking the feeling from his head.

                           **********

     The Enforcer on the nearby roof returns his gun to its holster,
smiles and watches the Pastmaster disappear through the vortex,
without his watch.  Stepping from the shadows he turns his head and
smiles watching the Turbokat turn towards the east.

     Adjusting the small earphone in his right ear,  "Don't you worry
guys.  The Pastmaster will not be making any appearance for a long
time to come.  With luck, he will never return.  But as for someone
watching you for the past three months.  Yea!  Me!"

     Turning his attention back to the roof tops, he walks across two
buildings and recovers the remains of the Pastmaster's watch.  He
grabs an evidence bag, from a large case with large white lettering
‘WITS' (Weapons, Investigation, Tactical, Specialist).  He makes sure
every piece is picked up and placed into the bag.   As he packs the
evidence away he turns and proceeds to the roof entrance making notes
in his notepad.   Stopping he looks up towards city hall, he notices
Callie Briggs watching him from her office.  *You sure are one lucky
she kat Miss Briggs to have such good friends.  May you never lose
them.*

     He moves back towards the roof stairway entrance heading down for
the elevator.

     As the elevator door closed, he turned his special key in the
lock then pressed the Lobby button.  The elevator descended with no
difficulties until he heard a strange, but mechanical, voice from
behind.

     "Wildwolf!  Where are you?" said the mechanical voice, stressed
with urgency.

     Startled by the voice the enforcer quickly turned around drawing
his gun and was frightened out of his wits.  Standing behind him was a
giant robot, approximately seven feet tall, red in color, with an odd
symbol on her left arm, a tire/shield rested on her right arm and
another tire/shield was on its back.  It's legs had the words ‘Ninja'
on them.  As he starred in disbelief, the robot gave the appearance of
being a motorcycle.

     She had a gun drawn and looked like she was about to shoot
something to his left.  He looked to his left, but saw nothing.  He
returned his gaze to the robot, but she was gone.  "Wha? Where?  Boy,
do I need this vacation." uttered the enforcer, returning the gun to
its holster and putting a paw to his head.  

     Upon exiting the building, he turns and looks back and up at the
building and shivers for a second.  "Something big is going to happen.
And soon."  He turns his attention back to ground level and approaches
his personal patrol car, climbs in and grabs the radio.

     "Headquarters this is Commander Geo Furson.  All's quiet now in
the 3200 block.  Over."

     "Acknowledged." came the reply over the radio.

                             **********

Enforcer Headquarters - 4:35 PM

     "Hello Commander Furson." said Feral's secretary.

     "Hello Tina." he replied, with a smile.

     "How's Kathy?  She seems to be interested in becoming an
Enforcer." she said with a grin.

     "She's doing very well, but becoming an enforcer?  We'll see." he
chuckled

     "Have you heard from the adoption committee yet?" asked Tina with
hope.

     "Yes I have.  They refused my application because of my risk
factor and the lost of Stacy." with a hint of sadness.

     "I'm sorry Commander.  She deserves to have you as a father."

     "I won't argue with that Tina.  But they did say I could be her,
of sorts, a foster father. She can stay with me on the weekends and I
can visit her at the orphanage during the weekdays after school."

     "At least they didn't remove her completely from your life."

     "Yea, for which I'm grateful. So how's Josephine doing?" asked
Commander Furson, as he leaned on the secretaries desk.

     "She's feeling a lot better.  The doctor said she can come home
tomorrow morning." Tina replied.

     "Good!" he said with a smile.  "I'm glad she'll be coming home.
I miss her.  The temp. secretary is starting to get on my nerves."
stated Furson.

     "She misses being here.  If she could, she wants to come back to
work tomorrow.  And she wants to thank you personally for the fresh
flowers you keep sending." returned Tina.

     "Why am I not surprised by this.  And as for the flowers, she
deserved everyone of them." 

     "So is Commander Feral mad, ticked, or is he ready to kill
someone yet, after today's little escapade."

     "He hasn't returned from the meeting with Miss Briggs yet.  He
was very upset this morning with the Swat Kats.  He did complain about
several of those flying creatures, how they made a mess, and blocked
traffic.  And so on, and so on.  If you like, I'll let you into his
office."

     "Thanks Tina."

     Tina opened the door for Furson, allowing him to enter.  "Would
you like something to drink while you wait." asked Tina.

     "No thanks, Tina.  I'm fine."

     Saying nothing further Tina closed the doors, before returning to
her desk.

     Commander Furson sat down, in one of the chairs in front of
Feral's desk, putting his briefcase next to his chair and waited.  His
wait was not very long.

     "Commander." said Feral entering his office.

     "Commander." said Furson standing up.

     As soon as Commander Feral sat down, Feral motioned for the
Commander to sit. "Alright Furson.  What do we have this week on the
Swat Kats?"

     Opening his briefcase he pulls out a folder and hands it to
Commander Feral.  Feral takes the folder, opening it, and scans
through the contents quickly.

     "I see you have it nailed down to four people now.  What happened
to the other two?" Feral inquired.

     "I've been able to rule them out.  Two weeks ago, they were
involved in a car accident, the driver, Byron (who resembles T-bone),
lost his legs.  So unless he can fly without the use of legs, they
couldn't be the Swat Kats." answered Furson.

     "What about Jake Clawson and Chance Furlong?  Why those two
hotshots?" Feral inquired.

     "Jake and Chance happen to be the same height and appearance as
the Swat Kats.  Both are pilots.  Jake is an excellent marksman, much
like Razor.  He still holds the enforcer record for best marksman.
They do have access to the materials to build such a plane and
weapons.  They also seem to like the enforcers, but have a strong
dislike for you.  I thought this due to authority, but ruled it out
for the fact they appear to like Deputy Mayor Miss. Briggs and Mayor
Manx. stated Furson.

     "What about fuel?" stated Feral, looking at Jake and Chances
Enforcer photographs.

     "As for the fuel that still is a mystery, there are no reports of
stolen or missing jet fuel. We do know they are not buying the stuff
from anyone around here.  So that either leaves them making it
themselves, which is highly unlikely, or they have a different kind of
power source." responded Furson.

     "What about the other two, Sam Lynx and Jim Trigger?" asked
Feral.

     "Sam Lynx and Jim Trigger have the same height and appearance of
the Swat Kats.  Both are pilots, Jim is an excellent marksman and
holds fourth place for best marksman.  They have access to the
necessary parts and materials to build such a plane.  Their family
owns the airport north of Megakat City where the Turbokat has been
seen landing for a short time before taking off again.  The airport is
used for private charters and for storage of private jets owned by
many of the successful business kats of Megakat City.  A search of the
airport gave no clues of the Turbokat or of its whereabouts.  Sam and
Jim both were Enforcers but were thrown off the force by you after
their plane crashed into Enforcer Headquarters which killed three
people and injuring seventeen others.  This event occurred eight
months before Jake and Chance's incident.  These two appreciate the
enforcers and has a dislike for you."

     "All four claim you were responsible for the crash when they made
an attempt to capture Dark Kat."

     Commander Feral stood up, his ears moved back as his face was
turning red with anger. "Don't you dare to presume that I was the one
resp...."

     "I'm not saying you were responsible, sir.  Each of them have a
personal vendetta against you, for one reason or another.  I'm just
repeating their statements, for the report." said Furson, in a calm
voice. *At least no evidence that I've been able to find.  YET.*
Furson thought to himself.

     Feral just stood staring at Furson for a moment, "I'm sorry!
Please continue."

     "Sam and Jim both come from wealthy families, they do have enough
funds to buy what they need.  According to records they purchased an
experimental jet aircraft called the F-14 Tomcat, which happens to
been abandoned for cost over runs.  It has the same appearance as the
Turbokat.  However, four months before the Swat Kats first appeared,
their jet vanished.  They claimed it was stolen." Furson finished.

     "How convenient.  What about voice analysis?"

     "No luck there, they seem to be using some kind of voice
synthesizer.  Every test we've run has come up negative."

     "Well then, let's bring all of them in for questioning." ordered
Feral.

     "No!  We can't do that sir, we do not have any physical evidence
to hold them.  If they suspect we are onto them, this could either
cause them to run, or destroy any evidence of them being the Swat
Kats."countered Furson.

     Feral was annoyed at Furson for refusing his order.  But because
Furson was of equal rank, and this was officially his case, Feral knew
the ball was in Furson's court.

     "Maybe, but could it be you are holding back something.   I mean
you are friends with Jake and Chance." Feral stated.

     "True.  Jake and Chance are my friends.  But if they are the Swat
Kats, I'll bring them in like any other criminal!" returned Furson.

     "I'm sure you will commander.  But I believe you have overlooked
something else."

     "I'm sorry Commander.  What have I forgotten."

     "If Chance and Jake are the Swat Kats...." started Feral looking
at Furson.

     "Where do they hide the plane?" finished Furson, "With all due
respect Commander, if I knew that, Jake and Chance would be sitting in
jail right now!" Furson said with a hint of sarcasm.

     "What about surveillance?" said Feral, annoyed.

     "I'm currently having both places under surveillance.  I will
know more after I get back to the office.   Anything else?"

     "No, Commander.  That's all." Feral took one last look at the
folders before returning it to Commander Furson.

     "Goodnight, Commander." said Furson, taking the folder and
placing it back into the briefcase.

                           **********

5:04 PM, Friday June 12

     Upon entering his office the Commander Furson sits behind his
desk discouraged and picks up two pictures mounted in wooden frames.
The first picture was a group photo of Jake, Chance, Ronnie, and
himself.  "Ronnie ... what can I do to protect Jake and Chance?"

     Silence was the only reply Furson received.  Standing he puts the
group photo back on the desk and walks to the window with the other
photo.  He looks at the photo for only a few seconds, his tail
sagging, before tears well up in his eyes.  "Stacy, I miss you ever so
much, I could use, no, need your help on this one my love."  He raised
his head to look out over the city. "It was my fault, I failed to
protect you, the citizens, from incompetence.  But no more."

     Furson spun on his heel and sat back down putting Stacy's picture
into his briefcase along with a small black box, which he pulled from
the top right draw of his desk.  Looking at the contents of the
briefcase satisfyed he had everything, closed it and locked it.  He
reached for the phone proceeding to make a phone call.

     "Megakat Salvage & Repair, Jake speaking."

     "Hi, Jake."

     "Geo!  Long time no see."  Jake says with surprise.

     "Yea.  I know it's been awhile.   But how are you and Chance?"

     There was no response except for Jake yelling, "Chance turn off
the TV and come to the phone ...."

     "Com' on Jake there's a Scardy Kat marathon on."

     "Never mind that Geo is on the phone."

     "‘Geo!' Chance exclaimed, picking up the extension "Geo how are
you doing?"

     "Better.  I've been back on full active duty for two weeks now."

     "Hey that's great!  How's Josephine?  Feral's been a pain every
time he comes around here to collect our weekly intake.  I hope she
gets better soon." said Jake.

     "Geo!  How are you about Stacy." said Chance.

     "Chance!" scowled Jake.

     "It's ok, Jake.  I'm done mourning her lost.  Which brings me to
my call."

     "What's wrong?" Jake inquired.

     "I really need to talk to you two, but not over the phone.  Are
you two free for dinner tonight?"

     "Yea!"

     "Good." Furson looks at his watch, "It's now 5:25 can you meet me
at my home around seven.  And if you don't mind, I'll order pizza."

     "That'll be fine.  However, our motor in our truck blew up this
morning."

     "Hey no problem, I'll have Nick pick you up tonight.  If that's
alright."

     "Great.  It would be nice to see him again.  See you at seven
then."

     "Thanks. See you at seven."  Finished Furson hanging up the
phone.

     A sudden knock at the door slightly startled Furson from his
thoughts.

     "Enter!"

     "Commander Furson, it's five thirty is there anything you need
before I leave?"

     "No, Susan that'll be all.  Have a pleasant weekend.  Oh Susan."

     "Yes."

     "While I'm on vacation, my second will be using this office,
under no circumstances are you to allow anyone else in there.  Not
even Commander Feral.  Especially if it's for the Swat Kat files. You
understand!" he said with authority.

     "Y-y-yes, sir." said Susan cringing a little.

     "I'm sorry, Susan, I didn't mean to frighten you.  It's just this
whole mess.  Goodnight, Susan."

     "Goodnight, sir." she sighed, with relief.

6:45 PM, Friday June 12

     Furson enters his home putting the pizza boxes and root beer on
the dinning table along with his briefcase.  He turns and heads for
his bedroom stopping only to stare at his shaking hands.  "Man, I wish
there was another way around this."  Closing his eyes he wills  his
hands to stopped shaking, after a few seconds his hands stopped.  He
opened the closet doors and removes a box from the upper shelf.  He
carries it back to the dining room and puts it on a small cart next to
the head of the table.  Upon opening it he takes three folders and
lays them on the table and then opens his briefcase.

     A few minutes later the door bell chimed.  Standing he moves
towards the door, his ears moved back and his tail sagged only moving
slightly.  *I'm committed to doing this now.*

     Opening the door, Jake and Chance look at Bob noticing something
is very wrong. "Geo?"

     "Hi Jake, Chance." Bob said with sorrow looking down.  Realizing
his lack of enthusiasm he suddenly shakes his head trying to clear his
thoughts.  "What the heck is wrong with me!  Jake. Chance.  Come in.
Come in.  It's been so long." he said with joy, giving each a big hug
and a pat on the back.

     "Where is Kathy?" asked Jake, looking around for her.

     "She is at the neighbors right now.  She's staying there, with
her friend Jessica for the weekend, so we can talk and so I can check
something out."

     "Well Commander Geo Furson.  I still like the sound of that."
said Jake.

     "Come on Jake, I've been a commander for two years now."

     "Yea, Geo!  It's just we..." Chance put in.

     "I know, Chance.  But I wish you both were there.  It's just not
the same without you guys.  I mean after all, if it wasn't for you
two, I wouldn't be here today."

     "Don't thank us.  You got where you are by yourself.  You've
earned this position.  Us, we're just mechanics."

     "Please guys, don't sell yourselves short.  In my book you are
more a ‘hero' than Commander Feral ever will be."

     Jake and Chance smile at the complement. "Thanks Geo."

     "Your welcome.  Please come this way, dinner is on the table."

     Jake and Chance walk through the large living room and notices
the room is almost completely empty, with the exception of three
captains chairs, a wall screen tv on the far wall and on the side wall
a shield with a strange bird (Eagle) on it.  Jake looked at it for a
moment then back at Chance, who just shrugged.  They followed Furson
to the dining room and was surprised to find an eighteenth century
dining table with five chairs down each side and one chair down on
each end of the table.  With the exception of a small table next to
the head seat and a shield on the far wall, no other furniture or
decorations could be found.  The shield had the same strange bird as
the shield in the living room. Jake took a closer look at the shield
this time.  He couldn't identify the creature.

     "Chance I don't recognize this bird."

     "Me neither.  I wonder why it's wings are spread out like that
and what's with the arrows and olive branch in its claws?"

     "Good questions!  I just wish I had answers.  That image came to
me while I was in the hospital and I just felt it's very important to
me somehow." said Furson walking up to the two he kats staring at the
shield.

     "You're having the dreams again Geo?" Jake inquired.

     "Yes, Yes I am.  But with more detail now, and every night."
responded Furson.

     "Geo!  You now have me concerned.  What's wrong?"  Inquired
Chance.

     Furson's phone starts to ring.  "Pardon me. Please, have a seat.
I'll be right back." Jake walks around to one side of the table and
sits down opening a box of pizza.  "Mmmm extra anchovies."

     Chance walks around the table and notices the open briefcase
before sitting.  Inside he saw a picture of Stacy, a small black box,
and six folders clearly marked.  He frowned, looking at Jake with wide
eyes and nodded toward the briefcase, as he sat down.  Jake just
looked at Chance puzzled.

     "What's the matter Chance?" asked Jake taking a bite of his
pizza.

     Chance glances towards the kitchen then back to Jake. "Jake!  I
think we got some trouble here!" grabbing a slice of pizza with
anchovies.

     "What makes you say that?"

     Chance points to the briefcase.  "In the briefcase are some
folders, they're marked Swat Kats Final Report and our names are on
two of them.  I can understand a folder on the Swat Kats. But why does
he have files on us?"

     "Yea, that is a good question."  Said Jake, eye's growing with
speculation.  "You don't suppose he knows!"

     "Suppose to know what?" Geo said entering the dining room.

     "Oh, nothing!" said Chance, chomping on a piece of pizza and
starring back at Jake.

     Furson just looked at Chance for a moment. "Alright!  I wish we
could talk under better circumstances, considering the past three
months.  There are three things I need to discuss.   First, the night
of the shooting.  Second, the nightmares and the drawings that I've
done ever since you two found me in the desert.   Third, deals with
the Swat Kats."

     Jake closed his eyes afraid of what will be said.  Chance just
took another bite of his pizza.

     "Are you ready for this guys, because I'm not."

     "Remember the oath we made during training, Geo.  It still
applies.  We're here for you through good times and bad times."  Said
Jake.

     "Through thick and thin." Chance inserted.

     "Yea, through life and death."  Geo reaches into his briefcase
and removes the picture of Stacy (golden fur, green eyes, long flowing
light brown hair, a body and soul that was perfect in every way.).

     Jake looks at the picture for a moment before handing it to
Chance.

     "It was to be a very special night, no one knew just how
important that night was to me.  I had finally gathered up enough
courage..." he reached back into the case and brought out the small
black box.  He opened it and handed it to Jake.  "... to ask her to
marry me."

     Jake shows it to Chance.  Chance whistled.

     "Look at the size of that rock." said Chance.

     "Yea, it must have set you back a hefty penny!" Jake put in.

     "The price doesn't matter.  She was worth every penny."

     Chance slammed his fists on the table, as he stood up.  "When I
get my hands on Steele, he's going to pay for this BIG TIME!"

     "He already has Chance.  He already has." said Geo sadly.

     "WHAT?!  Being sent to prison will never be enough for what he
did, for what happened, to you, to her!" Chance said, as his face
turned red with anger.

     "Chance we all make mistakes.  Steele more than his share.  But I
also made mistakes that night, such as, I should have known that
Steele would not sit still."

     "But Steele had no right in being in there.  You were, and you
had things under control." said Jake.

     "Yea, if he had followed orders, Stacy would be alive today."
Chance added.

     "True.  But as I said Steele has paid the price."

     "What?  What are you talking about!" inquired Chance.

     "I received a phone call this morning from Megakat Maximum
Security Prison.  The warden informed me, that last night Steele had
committed suicide."

     Chance and Jake just starred at Geo with surprise and shock in
their eyes.

     "I guess the disgrace was more than he could bare." said Furson.
There was a moment of silence, before Geo continued his story.  "Stacy
and I went to the Golden KATZ Point Restaurant, where I was going to
propose to her.  Shortly after ordering our dinner.  I happened to
notice a young kat about 26 years of age, he looked vaguely familiar,
but I just couldn't place the face.  It was what he did next that
started the dreadful night.  He stood in the middle of the room, a few
tables away from our location..."

     "This is a holdup, put all your valuables, wallets, purses,
jewelry, etc. into the bag!" yelled the young kat, tossing the bag at
an elderly couple then pointing the gun at them nervously.  "If you do
as I say, nobody will get hurt."

     *Oh, crud.  This kat is scared, no terrified by what he's doing.
He doesn't want to be doing this.* Furson thought to himself, *I can't
jump him.  He's too far away.  I don't see any kitchen personnel out
here.  So it is most likely the enforcers will arrive very soon, and
in his current state of mind, someone could very well be killed.*

     The bag was passed from person to person as they dropped their
wallets, purses, and other valuables into the bag.  In the distance
the sound of sirens could be heard, increasing in volume as they
approached.  The young kat started to look left, right then all around
the dining area in an attempt to figure a way out of here.

     "ATTENTION IN THE RESTAURANT!  THIS IS LIEUTENANT COMMANDER
STEELE OF THE ENFORCERS!  YOU ARE TO SURRENDER IMMEDIATELY OR WE WILL
COME IN AFTER YOU!"

     *(&*$%@^$&@^ STEELE you know damn well this has just turned into
a hostage situation, you idiot.* thought Furson, as his face turned to
slight anger.  Furson immediately closed his eyes to calm himself
before things became worse.

     Furson looks up at Stacy, who nods, acknowledging that he has
work to do.

     "Oh sh--, oh sh--, oh sh--, what am I going to do!" said the
young kat in an audible whisper, as the gun in his paw started to
shake as he pointed it at the front doors.

     *Crud, he starting to lose it.*  Slowly standing with arms raised
Furson said "Excuse me."

     They young kat turned and pointed the shaking gun at Furson.  His
eyes darted from left to right, his ears laid back against his head,
and his tail fluffed up with fear.  "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" he said,
practically yelling.

     "Calm down.  You know things are starting to get very serious.
I can help, so we all can get out of here without anyone getting
hurt."

     "OH, REALLY!  IF YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED THE ENFORCERS ARE OUTSIDE.
MY CHANCES OF GETTING OUT OF HERE ALIVE HAVE DROPPED TO ZILCH."

     "Don't panic.  That will not help any...."

     "ATTENTION IN THERE, THE BUILDING IS SURROUNDED, COME OUT WITH
YOUR HANDS UP."

     *Shut up Steele.  Or so help me I'll punch your lights out
myself!"

      The young kat cursed and points the gun towards Furson's face
with a steadier hand.

     "Please don't panic.  If you shoot and kill me you will have lost
your best hope of getting out of here in one piece.  I assure you, I
can get you out of this without harm."

     "Oh yea!  How can you make such a promise!  Are you an enforcer
or something?"

     "Yes, I am.  If you'll let me get my I.D...." Furson opens his
coat and reaches into it's inside pocket and takes out his badge
showing his identification, "I'm Commander Geo Furson of ‘WITS.'  I
can hold them back for a while, if you left me help you."

     "WHY should I trust you?"

     "I believe you don't want to be doing this.  Something drastic
has happened, giving you the feeling there was no other course of
action.  That and I'll let you keep the gun trained on me. If anything
goes wrong you'll be able to shoot me first."

     "Alright!  What do I do now?" he said with hesitation.

     "First give me the bag so the items can be returned."

     The young kat looks at the bag for a few moments, then hands it
to Furson.

     *Whew!  Good he's made the first step.  Now comes the hard part.*
"What's your name?"

     "Tim ..."

     "Okay Tim.  Will you let me help?"

     "Okay." slightly lowering his gun.

     The silence could be heard quite clearly, but the tension was
ever so tight.  The silence was broken by the phone ringing.

     "Alright Tim, that will be the enforcers.  Let me deal with them.
Okay!" Furson starts to put his arms down.  Tim nodded, keeping the
gun trained towards Furson.

     Furson walked over to the phone, turning so Tim could see what he
was doing, picked up the receiver.  "Hello, this is Commander Furson
speaking.  Let me speak with the officer in charge."

     "Commander Furson!  This is Lt. Commander Steele, I'm currently
in charge.  Don't you worry we'll get you out." said Steele, with a
slight grin *Oh boy, save the commander, I'll certainly get that
promotion to Commander for sure.*

     "Listen Steele things have quieted down, but the situation is
still critical.  Please tell everyone to stay out.  I'll deal with
this.  Call every ten minutes to get an update of any progress."

     "Don't you worry, sir!"

     Furson hangs up the phone.  "Alright Tim, we have some time.  Are
you willing to talk?"

     Tim replied "Yes!"

     "Alright!  Do you want to tell me why you are doing this then."

     "Its ... Well .... I don't want to hurt anybody.  Shoot, like you
said, I didn't even want to do this.  I've been studying to be a
doctor.  I have only had two years left before I got my doctorate. I
was a very promising doctor,  Megakat Memorial was looking forward to
have me as a resident.  But all that went down the tubes, when my
mother became very ill seven months ago. So I took a leave of absence
from school when mom got sick.  The leave of absence turned into a
permanent leave.  She has a very rare disease, it's not contagious,
there's even a cure.  But the cost is far too expensive for me to get
and the insurance won't cover it.  Everything I had including my
tuition went to pay for the medical bills.  It's bad enough that the
cost of the hospitals, medicine, and the constant nursing care has
taken everything we had.  We don't even have a house to live in
anymore."

     "Now I remember where I've seen your face.  Your the son of Tina
Cross."

     Tim looked at Furson with wide eyes.  "How'd you know that."

     "She was in the hospital bed next to mine, after I was injured by
Mad Kat.  I try to visit her every chance I get, it's the least I can
do for her.  She kept me laughing for the few days I was there.  Tina
spoke highly of you."

     Tim hung his head, as tears began to fill his eyes.

     "What do you say Tim.  Do you want to end this now?"

     Tim just nods as tears ran across his cheeks.

     "Good!  How about giving me the gun Tim so this can end.  I'll
even take you to see your mother."

     Tim looked up into Furson's eyes and could see he was speaking
the truth.  He raised his hand with the gun in it, just as Steele
burst through the kitchen doors.

     "Freeze or I'll blow a hole clean through you."

     Tim and Furson both jumped, by the sudden interruption.  Tim,
terrified at the sight of Steele, accidently fired the gun.  The
bullet just barely missed me and embedded into the floor.

     "STEELE!  STOP!!" yelled Furson, stepping in front of Tim.

     Losing all common sense, Tim raised his gun shoving it into
Furson's back.  "You lied to me."

     "Tim!  No!  I ..."

     Furson's sentence was cut short as Steele opened fire on Tim.
Steele's first shot ripped through Furson's right shoulder blade,
forcing Furson backward hitting Tim.  The sudden force of Furson
caused Tim's muscles to contract, firing Tim's next round into
Furson's lower back. Steele, with his adrenaline rush fired a third &
fourth shot.  The third bullet flew wild embedding itself into the
wall behind them.  Furson collapsed to the ground from Tim's shot,
Steele's fourth bullet found it's mark hitting Tim in the face.  Tim
dropped the gun as his head snapped back landing him on a table where
the elderly couple were sitting.  Tim's gun hit the ground discharging
its third bullet.

     It felt like an eternity, everything moved in slow motion.  Tim's
gun fired, the bullet's trajectory heading straight for Stacy, it
entered through her right eye and exited from the skull. The bullet
exited spraying the wall and plants behind her.

     Steele walked over to Furson.

     "Steele!  I swear you're finished if it's the last thing I
do...." said Furson through clench teeth, as the blackness engulfed
him.

                          ************

     Jake watched Furson for a moment before breaking the silence.
"You gonna be alright Geo?"

     "Yea.  I feel better, now that it's off my chest."

     Another moment of silence came over the three as Geo put the
picture and the ring back into the case.  "Jake.  Chance.  I've talked
with Callie Briggs and she has accepted the ring to be sold at
auction.  The proceeds from that sale will be used to reduce your
bill."

     "No.  Don't use it on us Geo." Jake jumped in.

     "Please Jake.  Stacy would have wanted you guys to have it.  She
knows you two got a bum rap by Commander Feral."

     There was only silence as Furson watched Jake and Chance just
sit.

     "Please guys, I did say it was going to be an unpleasant
evening."

     "You did say that." stated Chance.

     "What was the second thing you wanted to talk about?  Oh, yea.
The drawings you did when we tried to piece together your lost
memories."  Jake said, as he shivered.

     "I take it, you remember them."

     "How could we forget.  They even gave me nightmares." replied
Chance.

     "Well shortly after coming home from the hospital the nightmares
began again but different." Geo opens the cardboard file box siting on
the cart and removes several folders.

     "How so?" Jake inquired.

     Opening the first folder and handing it to Jake, "Like before the
nightmare consists of me flying over the desert north of the city.  I
think I was on an expedition of some kind.  It took place just before
a storm knocked out my controls, causing me to crash."

     "Hey, we went to investigate something that crashed into the
mountain, in the desert, but that was just before we found you."
stated Chance.

     "Yea that's right.  The next day, we went back to find the object
that crashed.  What we discovered was of very little help.  Nothing
bigger than an aluminum can could be found, and the debris was
scattered over, at least one mile.  It was a miracle you came out of
it alive." put in Jake.

     "I'm not sure about that Jake.  It's this dang amnesia that I
have that prevents me from remembering who I am.  And the memory
flashes don't help.  The last one took place this morning while I was
in an elevator.  I was just finishing up with the Pastmaster's mess
from this morning.  I heard a female voice yell ‘Wildwolf, look out.'
As I turned around I received a shock. Standing not more then three
feet away was a robot, it's appearance was that of a motorcycle with
arms and legs.  She held a gun to her right, pointing at something.
As I turned in that direction, seeing nothing, I returned my gaze back
to her.  But she was nowhere in sight." said Furson as he continued,
"I also had another flash session, just after getting out of the
hospital. This time I was working on some kind of circuitry that just
happens to belong to an aircraft, unlike anything I've seen."  Furson
handed Jake a folder marked ‘Computer'.

     "Aren't these ... Wait! Your saying that these pages with all the
squiggles on them are actually schematics?" Jake said with surprise.

     "Yes.  Once I saw the circuitry, I knew exactly what these lines
were.  So I built it.  And it's completed."

     "It's done!" said Chance "Where is it?"

     "It's in the computer room of course.  Come.  I'll show it to
you."

     As the three got up Chance was surprised as Furson stopped in the
middle of the hallway at a door with no knob. "The computer is in
here."

     "How do we get in?  There's no knob." inquired Chance

     "Don't need one."  As Furson walked up to the door it quickly
opened.

     Inside Jake and Chance eyes almost popped out of their sockets at
the sight of the room. One corner had Furson's personal enforcer
computer, turning to their left was a wall with conduits running from
a computer no bigger then three feet by three feet by three feet.

     "So what can it do?" asked Chance.

     "The question is what it can't do?" replied Furson.

     "What?" asked Jake puzzled.

     "The system seems to have voice recognition capabilities.   A
very high memory storage capacity.  To give you an idea, I've down
loaded the entire enforcer data banks, social security data banks,
Masa's data banks, Pumadyne's data banks, and the city's leading
newspaper ‘Megakat Chronicle's' entire morgue of over one hundred
forty years of history.  According to the computer I've used less than
five percent of memory space.

     "THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!" yelped Jake.

     "That's what I thought, too.  So far, according to the computer.
It can do more than seven hundred trillion computations a second."

     "Wait!  If it's going to do all that it must use a great deal of
electricity." inquired Jake.

     "Nope.  It uses the same amount of power required to run my
current computer." answered Furson, as he pointed to the other
computer.

     "I turned this system on three days ago, since then something
strange has been happening around here, in more ways than one.  The
first day I noticed a new vehicle parked on the road across the
street, it was a red Lamborghini.  Something you do not leave outside
on the street. By eleven that night the Lamborghini was gone, but
another vehicle was parked in its place.  This time it was yellow
Volkswagen beetle.  Again I just waved it off, but I couldn't get the
feeling of something strange about them.  It seems a new vehicle gets
parked every six hours."

     "Geo, it sounds like you have too much stress...." Chance started
to say but was cut off.

      "Again, THAT is what I first thought too, but no.  Take a look
out the window."said Furson drawing the blind up. 

     Jake and Chance walked up to the window and looked down at the
street.  A very unique vehicle, red with a yellow arrow on the hood
that split leaving two yellow stripes down each side of the car.
Chrome dominated the engine and exhaust.  "I have never seen anything
like that in my life." said Chance looking at Jake. "What about you
Jake?"

     "Never."

     "Well tonight, I intend to follow that vehicle and find out what
is going on."stated Furson. "But please let us return to the dining
room, so we can finish with the last of the unpleasantries. With some
luck even get to catch up on events."  Furson stepped back so Jake and
Chance could lead back to the table.

     Jake and Chance both took their previous seats and sat in silence
looking at each other then to Furson.  Furson sat down and just
starred at the open briefcase, then to the two tom kats.

     "Jake. Chance.  What do you know about the Swat Kats?" inquired
Furson handing each one a photo of T-Bone and Razor.

     "Why, they are the good guys.  It seems that they do what
Commander FERAL and the enforcers can't do." said Chance with a slight
grin.

     "Yea, but why are you asking us, Geo?" inquired Jake, with a mock
appearance of puzzlement.

     "For two months now, I have been doing an assignment issued by
Mayor Manx to find the identities of the Swat Kats.  Commander Feral
pushed the mayor to issue the assignment to find the Swat Kats
identities.  It was his hope of being the one to lead the
investigation.  But Feral's attempt backfired when Manx issued the
assignment to me instead.  However, I have to meet with Feral once a
month to show, I am making progress.  Should I fail to make progress,
then Feral will have control of the assignment."

     "Then, do you know who they are?" inquired Jake, attempting to
keep his cool.

     "Yes, I know who they are.  I have all that information back in
my office under special lock and key.  As far as Feral is concerned,
he knows of four possible suspects of being the Swat Kats.  Two of
them were planted to create confusion for Feral and to give me time.
This.." he said, holding up a file with the name ‘Swat Kats Final
Report' "this file is the final report that will be filed in less then
two weeks.  I've done everything I can to delay this final report.
Unless I come up with some kind of miracle in that time.  The Swat
Kats identities will be revealed.

     "Why in two weeks.  Why not just turn it in next week or now?"

     "Because I'm on vacation.  During this time I hope to figure out
a way to save the Swat Kats identities and to find out who or what has
been watching me."

     "Don't leave us in suspense, who do you think, are the Swat
Kats?" asked Jake acting up a storm.

     Geo stood up and looked at Jake, "Very well.  Razor is the
smaller of the two. He is very intelligent, shy, an excellent
marksman, favors his left hand, and stands approximately five-foot
six-inches tall.  He is about twenty-five, twenty six years old.  His
fur is copper tone.  Wears size nine, nine and a half shoe.  Creator
of the Turbokat and its systems, including weaponry.  Very
familiarized with enforcer procedures, most likely an ex-enforcer.
Favorite expression ‘Bingo'. And he likes Callie Briggs."

     Geo turns his attention to Chance.  "T-Bone is larger then Razor.
He is well formed and defined.  Works out a great deal, out going,
excellent pilot, most likely one of the top ten best pilots of the
world, favors right hand, prefers to settle his differences with his
fists.  He stands approximately six-feet tall, gold color fur with
tiger stripes on arms.  Wears size twelve shoe, weights two hundred
forty pounds.  Pilot of the Turbokat, not very familiar with weapons
console.  Very familiarized with enforcer procedures, most likely an
ex-enforcer.  Favorite expression ‘Crud' and likes Scaredy Kat
cartoons.  Also has a flame for Callie Briggs."

     Jake and Chance look at Geo.  "Well, who are they?"

     Geo gave a heavy sigh and shook his head.  "You want me to say it
don't you?"

     Jake and Chance nodded.

     "Alright then, their names are, T-Bone a.k.a. Chance Furlong and
Razor a.k.a. Jake Clawson."

     Geo looks at Jake and Chance.  They just looked down and shook
their heads.  "So what are we going to do?" asked Chance, looking up
at Jake.

     "Keep doing what you have been doing.  I intend to stand by you,
as you two have stood by me.  If no other option comes to me, and I
turn in that report.  Shortly before I will inform you to leave with
the Turbokat as fast as you can.  I can still hold them back, for a
time. Oh, which reminds me, you don't have to worry about the
Pastmaster anymore."

     "Why?" they said in unison.

     Geo takes out a small bag and drops the broken watch onto the
table.

     "I knew we were being watched." said Chance, with a I told you so
attitude, toward Jake.

     "Yes, Chance I have been observing you two and making sure Feral
doesn't find the truth about you two.  I tried to have you two
reinstated .  But the Mayor can be such a stubborn kat."

     Jake looks at his watch. "Kats alive it's ten thirty three.
We've got to get back to the garage Chance, the truck still is not
ready for duty yet."

     "I'm sorry Jake, Chance.  I didn't mean to keep you.  Thanks for
coming over." stated Furson opening the door for Jake and Chance.  He
quickly grabbed his car keys and handed them to Jake. "Here please
take my car, there is nothing wrong with it.  You can use it to get
home. I've already have another. And don't worry about your identities
being revealed, I'll think of something."

     "Don't worry about us, Geo.  I hope we can get together before
you return to work." said Chance.

     "Will next Saturday be alright?"

     "Next Saturday it is."

                           **********

8:37 p.m., Saturday June 13

     As a blue Pontiac Firebird pulled up to an intersection and
stopped, the owner looked left, then right, then forward trying to
find something.

     "CRUD!  I've lost it." yelled Furson, angered

     "Where in the blue blazes could it have gone?" inquired Furson.
Quickly he grabs the road atlas from the passenger seat. *Dang, the
road straight ahead is a fire road.  The one to the left leads north
towards a small mining company where it apparently ends.  The road
heading south leads to ‘Dover', were one can cross the mountain
range.*

     Furson still angered gets out and walks up to the fire road,
looking at the branches and ground.  "Hmm!  It went this way.  Dang, I
can't go up there in this."  Turning around he heads back to the car,
starts it, then makes his way to the south to Dover.

9:28 a.m., Sunday June 14

     "Jim, do you know anyone who owns a custom red hot rod with a
yellow arrow on its hood with yellow stripe down the sides.  And a
very powerful engine, a Chevy V-8 dual carburetor air forced induction
with turbo, protruding from its hood.?"

     "No!  But I have seen it many a time."

     "Where have you seen it?"

     "I've usually see it out on two-twenty-four heading north towards
the mines."

     "Can you tell me what's out beyond the fire road?"

     "Mr. Furson ... You do not want to go out there!  It's too
dangerous.  People say the place is haunted.  Cursed if you will.
I've had three friends that have gone out there disappear for two
weeks and come back as if nothing has happened."

     "What about the mines to the north?"

     "I would suggest staying away from there as well.  Strange things
have been happening out there.  Recently someone bought the property
and has been trying to reopen the mines.  Only to have unusual system
failures.  Machines that refuse to start, or start on there own.
Ghostly and many terrifying sounds that coming from deep inside the
mines.  No one is willing to work there. Those who have worked the
mines quit within a few hours."

     "Thanks Jim." said Furson taking the keys from the counter.  "But
my concern lies with finding the hot rod.  Not ghost stories.  Now I
will return with the blazer tomorrow afternoon.  If I fail to show up
by Tuesday morning, I need you to call this person..." he takes a card
from his wallet and hands it to Jim, as he continued. "Her name is
Deputy Mayer, Miss Callico Briggs. Tell her I'm in trouble.  She'll
know what to do."

     Climbing into the four wheel drive blazer, Furson heads north to
the fire road in hopes of finding out where the hot rod went.  He
followed the trail for approximately forty two minutes into the
wilderness, until he came up to the mountains base.  The road
continued north along the mountain base for another fifteen minutes.
Where it met with a cave.

     Grabbing a flashlight from the blazer, he looked around the cave
entrance finding tire tracks that led right into the cave.  Cautiously
he entered the cave, turning on the flash light.  He followed the tire
tracks deeper into the cave for about two hundred feet, when he heard
movement up ahead.

     "Who goes there?" he said shining the flashlight up ahead.  There
was no response.  He took a few steps forward, drawing his gun from
its holster.  As two images appeared in the flashlights beam, both
figures had blue flight suits with red harnesses, an upside-down red
triangle on the sleeves and on the helmets.  He raise the flashlight
to reveal the masked faces of these two kats.

     His eyes practically jumped out of their sockets.  "T-BONE!
RAZOR!  WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING HERE?" said Furson practically yelling.

     Neither of them said anything, nor did they just sit there.  Both
of them raised their glove- a-Trix aiming at Furson.  Before Furson
could move to defend himself, two darts flew out of the gloves and
struck dead center in Furson's chest. "Why?" he said, as he collapsed
falling to the floor.  Quickly and quietly the two kats picked up
Furson and dragged him to the rear of the cave. The flashlight beam
shone brightly on the three as they approached and disappeared through
the rear wall.

                           **********

12:01 noon, Tuesday June 15

     "Megakat City Hall, information."

     "Hello!  My name is Jim Hampton of Hampton's auto rental, and I
need to speak with Deputy Mayer Callico Briggs, on behalf of Commander
Geo Furson."

     "One moment please."

     As Callie listened to Jim, she knew something was wrong.  After
hanging up the phone she immediately retrieved her communication box
for the Swat Kats and activates it.

                           **********

     "Man Jake, this truck has never run better or as quiet since we
installed the new motor."

     "Just be glad we found it in Saturday's special shipment of
damaged enforcer vehicles that Burk and Murray brought."

     "Yea considering there wasn't one salvageable truck motor in the
entire yard, we were very lucky."

     A soft beeping and flashing light from the special phone mounted
under the dash drew Jake's  attention.   He quickly picked up the
phone pressing the flashing light. "Razor here. What's the problem Ms.
Briggs."

     "Razor!  I just received a call that Commander Geo Furson has
disappeared in a town called Dover due south of Megakat City about
three hundred miles.  He's been missing officially for thirty six
hours now, according to the caller."

     Jake looks at Chance with concerned eyes. "Geo's missing.  Due
south in a town called Dover."

     "Well what are we waiting for?  Let's roll!"

     "Don't worry Ms. Briggs.  We'll help find Commander Furson.
We'll be in Dover in just over an hour."

     "I know you will.  Because I'm getting some of Furson's team and
myself down then ASAP."

     "In that case we'll see you there. Razor out!"

     "What are you waiting for Chance.  Let's move."

     "Roger that." said Chance stomping on the accelerator.  The
truck's motor immediately roared with power as both rear wheels let
out a loud squeal.

                           **********

1:13 p.m., Tuesday June 15 Dover City

     The mayor's private jet parked next to the Turbokat at the small
private airport.  The door swings down to allow the passengers off.
The Swat Kats run over to the jet to get Callie.  They both did a
double take as a female kat wearing glasses, blue tight fitting jeans,
black motorcyle boots, long sleeve blue jean shirt and blue jean
jacket.

     "Miss. Briggs?" inquired both T-Bone and Razor.

     "T-Bone, Razor, I'm so glad you guys are here.  Is there any
news?" Callie asked relieved.

     "Yes, Ms. Briggs!  The local sheriff has found the blazer Furson
had rented.  It's located on an old fire trail in a section of woods
the locals fear." Chance stopped, looked at the kats that got off the
plane and counted them. "With these eight, you, the sheriff, his team
of seven, Razor and myself.  Nineteen people is all we have to find
Furson."

     "WHAT?  None of the locals or other police officers will help."

     "No.  Ms. Briggs.  People believe the land up there is cursed.
People have mysteriously vanished never to be heard from again.  My
brother was one of them who vanished.  Nearly twenty years ago."
stated the sheriff.

     One of the Enforcer's walked up to Callie. "Everything is loaded
on the truck, Ms. Briggs. Now may I suggest we get moving."

     "Yes by all means Feral." replied Callie.

     T-Bone and Razor turned at the mention of the enforcer's name.
"FERAL" they both said at the same time.

     The enforcer lifted the visor on her helmet.  "Yes, Lieutenant
Commander Felina Feral of ‘WITS'." giving the Swat Kats a brief smile.
"You two don't need any introductions T-Bone, Razor.  So what's the
plan sheriff?" said Felina, turning her attention to the sheriff.

     Leading the group over to his car, his deputy produces a map
laying it flat on the hood. "We'll break teams into three groups of
six.  Felina, three of my officers, you and two of your team will take
the north section from the mines and work back to the fire road.
Callie, Swat Kats, two member of WITS and two of my officers will
start here at the blazer and work your way up the fire road.  The rest
will be with me in the southern section.  And we'll need to be quick
about this."

     "Yes!  We'll need to be quick, a cold front is closing in fast.
The temperature is expecting to drop to twenty seven degrees, not to
mention we have less then eight hours of daylight left." stated
Felina.

     "Good!  Everyone keep your radios turned to channel forty three.
And report in on your situation with home base, in Dover, every
fifteen minutes.  OK, LET'S MOVE!" yelled Sheriff Thompson.

     Everyone scattered, Sheriff Thompson and group went south.
Felina and her group went north, while the Swat Kats and the remainder
headed for the fire road.

     "Alright everyone, despite the sheriffs orders we are going
straight to the location of Commander Furson's disappearance." Razor
stated.

     "I agree, if Commander Furson location is to be found we must
start from where he was last known to be." put in an enforcer.

     The others nodded in agreement.   As they loaded up the last
vehicle, they approached Furson's rented blazer with caution.  The two
enforcers began searching the grounds for foot prints, size, direction
of travel, and age or print.  "Deputy!  The sheriff said he was up
here correct?" inquired one enforcer

     "Yes, why?"

     "Was anyone here with him?"

     "No!"

     "Has anyone reported finding this vehicle?"

     "No!  Only Jim from the rental company, who was told that Furson
would be coming up here."

     "How often do people/tourists walk up here?"

     "No one from these parts would walk around this place.  At least
those that are in their right minds.  As for tourist we have signs
posted to keep out of the area."

     "Hmm." the enforcer thinks to himself as the other enforcer walks
slowly into the cave observing the ground.

     "That's odd?" said the second enforcer from the cave.

     "What?  What did you find?" inquired Callie and the others,
walking into the cave.

     "I'm not certain?  We found Commander Furson's foot prints and
they leave directly into the cave.  However they do not come out.
These..." an enforcer points to a second set of tracks. "belong to the
sheriff."

     "So he went into the cave in hopes of finding Commander Furson."

     "Oh I'm sure he did.  But that is not what I'm talking about it's
these tire marks and the lack of prints on the ground in here and
outside!" 

     "What???  Now I'm really confused!" stated Callie.

     "No. It's not that unusual. It's a cave, sometimes poachers will
park in the caves around here to avoid detection."

     "True, but there ARE NO other prints of any kind.  Not bird,
bear, rabbit, deer, elk, kat or any other foot print.  Meaning not
only are the citizens of Dover not coming here, neither are the
animals.  Something around here is scaring every ‘THING' away."

     "What's this?" inquired Razor holding up a flashlight. "Batteries
are dead."

     "DON'T MOVE!" yelled the two enforcers, as they carefully kept
their foot prints to the wall area.  "You could have disturbed some
valuable evidence."  They carefully observe the area with their
flashlights.  One walks back to the rear of the cave, turning the
flashlight left, then right.

     Razor looks down and realizes his error.  "There's been a
struggle here."

     "Yea, but with whom?  A Ghost?  There are no other foot prints in
here but his and the sheriff's.  And the sheriff's foot prints show he
did not carry anyone out."

     "What about the tire tracks.  Maybe he was hoisted into the back
of a truck and taken out." put in the officer.

     "Possible but not likely, the tire tracks show no sign of the
vehicle stopping in the cave. They almost go up to the rear wall and
vanish.  There's no way it could have gone through the wall, no joints
even the dirt on the floor, up to four feet from the wall has not been
disturbed.  The dirt floor also shows no sign of a tire moving towards
the front of the cave, only to the rear."

     "Then where is he?" said the officer.

     "He is in there!" came a metallic voice from the cave entrance.

     Everyone turned around to see a custom red hot rod, with a yellow
arrow on the hood trailing into two stripes one on each side of the
car, and the powerful chrome engine protruding from the hood.  The two
enforcers and the officer grabbed their pistols aiming them at the
car.  T- Bone and Razor raised their glove-of-trix, preparing for a
fight.  "Who are you?"

     The hot rod stood still for a moment before slowly moving forward
into the cave.

     "Halt or we will open fire." shouted the two enforcers.

     The hot rod stopped, only to turn on its headlight. "Please, put
your weapons down and no one will get hurt." came the metallic voice.

     "NO!!  Who are you?  And what have you done with Commander
Furson?" shouted T- Bone.

     "You'll find out someday, but not right now." replied the voice
from the hot rod, as it's headlights turned off.

     Callie screamed when she noticed Razor and the two enforcers
collapsed for no apparent reason, that was until she noticed the three
dark images standing behind the group.

     "RAZOR!" shouted T-Bone turning to his partner.

     "They will be alright.  They have only been stunned.  In a half
hour they'll wake up with a slight headache." said one of blurry
shadows.  "Captain the Swat Kats are here along with Deputy Mayer
Callico Briggs, Officer Jackson, Officer Shivers from ‘WITS' and
Officer Brown & Officer Tiggs from Dover."

     The shadow stood there for a moment.

     "Yes sir.  The two enforcers and the Swat Kat, Razor, have been
stunned."

     Another moment the shadow stood still.

     "Yes sir.  I understand."  The shadow turned toward the other two
shadows only to nod. "Stun them."

     Callie stared in shock as the officers and T-Bone fell to the
ground unconscious.

     "Ensign!  You missed." said the commanding shadow raising his own
weapon and fired.

     Callie saw a blue light strike her and then darkness as she fell
to the ground.

                           **********

     "Base to Sheriff Thompson!" came the urgent request over the
radio.

     "Go ahead Base." he replied

     "Sheriff!  Officer Brown and his team are ten minutes overdue and
they have not answered my calls.  Their last report stated that they
were at the blazer beginning their search.  One moment please Felina's
team is reporting in."

     "Oh GREAT!  What else could go wrong?" he yelled to no one.

     "Sheriff!  Felina and her team are in trouble they were
reporting, that something was chasing them. then all I got was
static."

     "Thanks, now I don't care if the others are afraid of this area.
I want every available officer off and on duty up here NOW!"

     "Yes, sir."

                           **********

Time Unknown

     Callie was the first to open her eyes, "Oh, my aching head." she
grabbed her head as if to stop her head from spinning.  She shook her
head a moment later to bring herself back to reality. "What?  Where am
I?"

     "Ow, please don't scream.  I've got a whopper of a headache."
moaned Razor, as he tried to sit up.

     Callie looked around, finding herself in the back seat with
Razor, of the four wheel drive Durango blazer.  Behind the wheel was
T-Bone just starting to come around.  Officer Brown was still
unconscious in the front passenger seat.  The two enforcers and the
other officer where behind Callie and Razor who were also slowly
regaining consciousness. 

     T-Bone shook his head in an attempt to revive himself fully.
"Anybody got an aspirin for this horrible rumbling in my head."

     Callie heard the rumble then looked out her window of the
Durango.  With wide eyes she started to yell at T-Bone.  "T-BONE!!!
Get this thing moving.  We're in the path of a rock slide."

     T-Bone immediately became alert as tiny pebbles started to hit
the truck.  Immediately the truck started and spun its wheels in an
attempt to out drive the rock slide.  Razor looked back in time to see
the blazer Furson had rented get crushed by a large bolder before the
vehicle exploded.  T-Bone drove like he had never driven before,
within seconds the truck was out of danger from the rock slide.  He
did not slow down until he reached the main road where he hit the
brakes.  He looked out of his window towards the mountains.  Shivering
at the thought of almost being crushed by a rock slide, he hit the
accelerator traveling as fast as he could south on two- twenty-four in
hopes of finding safety in Dover.

     T-Bone was startled, as another truck traveling faster then his
one hundred twenty miles per hour.  It came roaring by, it's engine on
the verge of exploding apart by the sheer strain.  He became even more
surprised as he realized that the driver of the truck was none other
then Lieutenant Commander Felina Feral, and her expression was unlike
anything he had ever experienced.  It was as if she had seen the devil
itself.

                           **********
                                
11:41 p.m., Tuesday June 15 Sheriff's Station, Dover.

     Night had set in, with a few of the kats had passed out in their
seats.  Felina and T-Bone knew they weren't going to make it to the
hospital. They themselves were starting to get very weak, as they
pulled into the sheriff's station. A few kats that had enough strength
climbed out of the trucks and collapsed to the ground.  Razor was the
only one to make it into the station before collapsing in front of the
officer on duty.

                           **********

9:33 a.m., Wednesday June 16 Dover Memorial Hospital

     "Razor?  Kathryn get Doctor Mantiz, one of the group is waking
up." called a female voice.

     "Wha?  Where am I?" inquired Razor, shielding his eyes from the
bright light of the room.

     "Your in Dover Memorial Hospital.  You and a group of others
passed out last night." came the reply.

     "Who are you?" said Razor, checking his head for his mask.

     "I am Nurse Bell.  Don't worry Razor your mask along with
T-Bone's have not been removed, per doctor's orders."

     Razor sighed with relief at the feeling of fabric on his head.
"How are the others?"

     "Everyone is well, as far as we can tell, but you are the first
to wake up."

     "How long have I been asleep?"

     "You and the others were brought in around midnight last night,
so it's been about nine or ten hours."

     "Crud!  I can't stay here.  I must find Commander Furson.  I
promised ...."

     "Commander Furson was found last night in the back of one of the
rescue trucks the teams were using.  He is in stable condition."

     "I can't remember last night, nothing but a blur."

     "Well hopefully someone better remember.  You and the others
disappeared yesterday. Felina called in saying something was chasing
them.  When my team arrived at the cave, we found no one just the
trucks.  Another rescue team reported finding no one belonging to
Felina's rescue team in the north section either.  For six hours we
couldn't find any trace of any of you.  Then out of the blue all of
you show up at my station sprawled out in the parking lot.  You.."
said the sheriff, pointing at Razor. "scared the devil out of the
officer on duty, he thought all of you were dead." stated the sheriff
walking through the open door.  "Now what in heavens name happened out
there?!"

     "I don't know sheriff!  The last thing I remember was arriving at
the cave.  We started searching the area and the cave.  The next thing
I remember was waking up with a pounding headache then Callie's scream
and shouting something about a rock slide coming down on us.  T- Bone
drove us out of there as fast as the truck could.  From there on is a
total blank.  I don't even remember getting to the station."

     The doctor came running in.  "Thank the Lord!  The others are
also awakening, I was afraid that everyone was going into  a coma."

     "What happened to them Doctor?" asked the sheriff.

     "I don't know.  I couldn't find one thing wrong with any of them.
There was some indication of exhaustion/fatigue but beyond that, your
guess is as good as mine."

     "What about Commander Furson?" asked Razor.

     "Nothing yet, I've yet to check up on him.  I was on my way to
see him, when all of you started to wake up."

     "Doctor, may I please join you.  I need to see him." pleaded
Razor.

     The doctor just looked at Razor for a moment, "Alright, but we're
getting you a wheel chair, and no arguing.  If you do, I won't let you
out of that bed.  Got it."

     Razor nodded.

     "Good.  Nurse, please get us a wheel chair."



     As Razor was pushed into Commander Furson's room, a smile
appeared across his face, for there, sitting up in his hospital bed
was Commander Furson.

     "Oh, my aching head." he said, opening his eyes taking in his
surroundings.  His jaw dropped as he noticed Razor in the wheelchair.
"Razor?  What happened?  Where's T-Bone?"

     "T-Bone's all right.  We.... That is T-Bone, myself and two
groups of rescuers seemed to be suffering from exhaustion."

     "Rescuers?  What happened?"

     "The rescuers were out searching for you commander.  You have
been reported missing since Tuesday morning when you failed to return
with your rental, the Deputy Mayor of Megakat City was called by your
request if you failed to return Tuesday morning.  But according to the
hotel you where staying at shows you never returned Sunday evening."
replied the sheriff.

     "Then I take it, it is now Wednesday?"

     "Correct."

     Furson sat there with his eyes closed trying to revive memories
of the past few days.  "I... I... I can't remember!  The last thing I
remember is approaching the cave.  What the hell is going on out there
sheriff?  And don't give me any crap about a curse."

     "I don't have answers for you then Commander, only questions!"
said the sheriff, knowing he was not going to get any information out
of these people.  "Commander!  I highly recommend you and everyone
else to stay away from that area.   I've lost to many people out
there.  And only the Lord knows how many people have experienced
something out there.  So from here on out none of my officers will be
sent out there for ANY reason."

     "Razor?" inquired Furson, looking at him in the wheelchair.

     "Sorry, Commander I can't help you in this one.  I'm at a total
lost."

     Furson just hung his head in anger realizing he had somehow made
a mistake.  A mistake that had endangered others.   He got outta bed
and stood up.  The doctor and the nurse immediately tried to put him
back in bed.

     "NO!  Doctor, I'm fine.  I must thank those who braved dangers
beyond our understanding to find me." stated Furson, as he pushed past
the doctor and the nurse.  "Razor would you like to join me?" as
Furson grabbed his duster (coat) from the closet.

     "Besides, I could use a friend that I ‘know' right now."
whispered Furson to Razor.

     Razor turned and looked up, smiled and nodded at Furson, as he
started to push Razor's wheelchair out of the room.

                           **********

5:35 p.m., Friday June 18 Commander Furson's Apartment

     *This has got to be the weirdest week of my entire life.* thought
Furson, sitting in his chair.  He was not really paying much attention
to the movie (Planet of the Apes).

     "Dad?  Dad!"

     "Hmm, what is it Kathy?" asked Furson.

     "The movie is over."

     "Oh, so it is.  Did you like it."

     "Oh come on daddy, it's science fiction.  Apes could never evolve
in such a fashion."

     "Are you sure?   Just because they became extinct due to big game
hunting, doesn't mean that they couldn't have evolved.  Well look at
us, at one time we walked on all fours.  Granted it was a long time
ago."

     "Yea, you may just be right about that.  But we will never know
will we?"

     "Afraid not, now go do your studies."

     "O.K." she said giving Furson a hug.

     Furson smiled as Kathy walked towards her room. *I miss you
Stacy.  Kathy misses you.*

     The sound of the phone ringing breaks Furson from his reverie.
"Hello?"

     "Hello.  Is this Commander Geo Furson?" came a metallic voice
from the receiver.

     "Yes.  Who is this?"

     "My name is Rodimus Prime of Cyber Inc. ..."

     "I'm sorry I'm not interested in anything."

     "Good, I'm not selling anything.  I'm just relaying a message."

     "Sorry, what is the message?"

     "The message is as follows ‘It is now time to come home,
Wildwolf.'"

     A flash appeared in Furson's mind as his memory returned.
"Message received and acknowledged.  I'll see you downstairs in five
minutes." said Furson with a smile.  "Kathy.   I have to go downstairs
for a moment.  I'll be right back."

     "Okay!" came the reply.

     Furson walked out of the apartment, a few moments later he walked
out the front door to the building.  He approached a red hot rod,
parked across the street.  "Good to see you again Hot Rod." he said as
the door to the hot rod opened, on it's own accord.

     "It's good to have you back Captain." replied the metallic voice
coming from the dashboard.

     "Has everything been taken care of, that I have asked for?"
inquired Furson.

     "Yes, everything is being taken care of.  The airport was already
in our possession.  We have begun the digging for the underground
hanger, it still will be another two days before all the detailing is
done.  The control tower has been modified as well with the latest
tracking and listening devices and computer systems that this planet
has to offer.  This also includes scramblers and all other radar
jamming equipment." replied Hot Rod.

     "Excellent!  How about T-Bone, Razor, and the Turbokat?"

     "T-Bone and Razor will have it finished by o six hundred hours."

     "Now all I have to do..." Furson looks up at his apartment
building, "is to find a way to kill the commander!"

     "You can't, the prime directive states..."

     "I know Hot Rod!  But I have no choice."

     Hot Rod said nothing as Furson stepped out of the car.

                           **********

12:04 P.M. Thursday, June 24

     "Okay, Johnny.  I've got a real story so hang on." said Ann Gora
stepping up to the doors of Enforcer Headquarters..

     "What's going on Ann?" inquired Johnny.

     "Only the biggest story of my career.  The identities of the Swat
Kats." she replied.

     "Okay, Ann we go live in three, two, one." said Johnny, pointing
his finger at her when he reached one.

     "This is Ann Gora of Kat's Eye News, with a most spectacular
story.  The Swat Kats, who are they?  This reporter has covered many
of the Swat Kats heroic acts, they seem to do what the enforcers can't
do.  But why do they do it?  What's in it for them? For the answers to
those questions we would have to talk to them.  Since we've been
unable to locate or even talk to the Swat Kats after a battle, these
question still go unanswered.  

     As of this morning I received a mysterious letter from someone in
the enforcers.  Included with the letter was a memo to the commander."
she opens the letter and unfolds it to read.  "The memo states:
Commander Furson, you are hereby ordered to find the secret identities
of the Swat Kats.  Once they have been identified they are to be
arrested.  You have until June 25 to find their identities or else the
case will be turned over to Commander Feral.  Signed Mayor Manx.  The
leader of this team is none other than Commander Geo. Furson of
‘WITS', Weapons - Investigation - Tactical - Specialists.  Commander
Furson has been searching for the Swat Kats identities for two months,
we have been informed by another letter this morning stating that the
commander has found their identities."

     Commander Furson was just walking out the door, as Ann Gora
shoved the mike into his face.

     "Commander isn't it true you know the identities of the Swat
Kats?"

     Furson just stood back from the mike, and said coolly, "No
comment!!"

     "Commander, do you know that tomorrow is your deadline.  Don't
you have any clue as to the identities of the Swat Kats!" stated Ann,
as she pressed closer to Furson.

     "No, Comment!"

     "Now I have other business to attend to, pardon me please?" said
Furson, as he pushed past Ann and Johnny.

     "There you have it.  The enforcers are staying quiet.  Why?  Are
they holding information back from us?  More questions to a mystery,
will we find out?  Who knows?  Perhaps these and other questions will
be answered tomorrow.  The enforcers are to issue a statement tomorrow
at noon, concerning the Swat Kats.  This is Ann Gora of Kat's Eye
News."

     Johnny turned off the camera and looked at Ann then towards
Commander Furson.  "That was interesting Annie, do you suppose he
really knows.?"

     "Yes.  Johnny he knows. I saw it in his eyes."

                           **********

6:08 p.m. Friday, June 25

     *All is finished and ready.  I'm proud of the work everyone did.
Now all that remains is to kill the commander.* thought Furson to
himself, as he took another bite of his sandwich.

     "So commander, who are the Swat Kats?" said the she kat enforcer,
sitting next to Furson, at a diner's counter.

     "Don't go there Felina.  You know I can't talk about it. It's bad
enough that every thug who wants a piece of the Swat Kats are now
going to come after me for that information.   So if you want to know
who they are, you'll just have to wait till tomorrow when it's
announced."

     "I'm sorry commander."

     "Hey, forget it lieutenant..." said Furson as he was cut off from
yelling in the street.  He ran outside just as a red Ferrari traveling
approximately sixty miles per hour hit a ten year old child and it's
mother.

     The site was horrifying, as the mother was tossed into the air,
landing into the back of a parked car.  The child landed on the ground
in front of the Ferrari, just before it ran over the child, the car
never slowed down.

     "Lieutenant call for a med unit, I'm going after this scum bag."
yelled Furson, as he got into his car.

     "Right!" Felina returned.

     Within seconds Commander Furson was hot on the tail of the sports
car.  "Headquarters this is Furson, I need backup.  I'm in pursuit of
a ninety-four red Ferrari involved in a hit and run at East
Thirty-sixth and Lexington.  License number is ‘JTC 1895'.   Car is
currently traveling south on Lexington, at speeds exceeding sixty mph.
I need traffic diverted and a road block set up at Lexington and East
forty-eighth street." stated Furson into the mic.

      The car kept on moving thru traffic like a crazed frog,
sideswiping cars as he passed them.  The driver even ran his car up
onto the sidewalk to maneuver around some parked cars. As they
approached East forty-eighth street.  An enforcer threw out steel
spikes onto the road, but the car avoided the spikes with ease.

     "Commander Furson to Headquarters, I'm still on Lexington heading
south, set up a roadblock at East one hundred-eighth street.  This guy
has hit vehicles and injured other people. So get me some backup
NOW!!!" he yelled, throwing his mic. into the seat next to him.

     *CRUD!  At these speeds we'll be out of the city in minutes.
Looks like I'll have to take him out myself.*

     Moments later the Ferrari came to another road block, but he
didn't slow down.  Colliding into the two patrol cars, ripping off
their front bumper.  The pursuit was still leading south directly for
the Salvage Yard.  The enforcers quickly jumped into their cars and
gave pursuit. Unfortunately their cars didn't have the horsepower as
Commander Furson's car, so they were left behind.

     "Where's my back up guys, I'm now traveling over one hundred
twenty two mph. And he's still pulling away."

     Furson couldn't let this guy get away, he hit the accelerator to
the floor.  The motor roared allowing him to rear end the car.  The
driver of the car increased his speed to avoid Furson's attempt at
rear ending him.  A sign came into view indicating a curve ahead,
neither vehicle were able to slow enough before the curve.  The
Ferrari crashed thru a metal fence with the words ‘Salvage Yard' on
it.  Furson managed to maneuver his car thru the gapping hole in the
fence, slowing to the speed of ninety.

     Once inside Furson came up behind the now slowing car, rear
ending it.  The car started to fishtail as the driver lost control,
crashing broadside into a station wagon, that was parked in front of
the garage.  The car's driver jumped out, in front of Furson's car.
Furson swerved to avoid hitting him, causing Furson to hit an old
truck.

     Shaking the pain from his mind.  Furson stepped out of his car to
continue his chase. "Halt or I'll shoot."

     The driver ignored the request and ran the short distance to the
building kicking the door in.  Immediately he raised two guns from his
duster, pointing them at the two surprised inhabitants of the Salvage
Yard.

     "GREAT SCOTT!!  Furson to Headquarters, The suspect has left his
vehicle and entered the residents home of the Salvage Yard, and is now
holding the residents as hostages. Get Lieutenant Commander Felina
Feral and team down here." said Furson, practically yelling into his
mic.

     Furson turned as the rest of the back up arrived at the Salvage
Yard.  "Your team is late as usual Feral." he said , shaking his head.
But he was brought back to reality as the sound of a gun shot echoed
from the building.  A tear rolled down his cheek knowing he couldn't
do anything for his friends at the moment.

                           **********

     "Crud! What was that?" asked Chance standing up from the couch.

     "Sounded like a collision!  Let's check it out." replied Jake,
getting up from the table.

     Jake and Chance quickly ran to the front door.  The door flew
open almost hitting Jake. Both kats gasped as they noticed two fully
automatic pistols being pointed directly at their faces. The gun man
forced the two back into the living room, slamming the door shut
behind him.

     Chance and Jake moved back while trying to figure a way out of
this.  Chance made a bold move, he sidestepped around the gun mans aim
and charged him for a tackle.  The gun man was far too fast for
Chance, he side stepped Chance's lunge and struck Chance on the head.
Jake took the opportunity and also rushed the gun man, only to be shot
in the shoulder.  Jake spun around landing hard on the floor, with a
THUD.  Chance looked at Jake then up at the gun man, as anger welled
up inside of him.  The sound of the gun cocking in place readying to
fire, caused him to cool off quickly. He made no attempt to over take
the gun man, as he returned his gaze back to Jake.

     *JAKE!  I'm sorry, partner, please forgive me.* Chance thought to
himself as he slowly crawled to Jake.

     "Pick him up!!  If you try anything like that again and I'll blow
your's or his head off. Now get in there and sit down." yelled the gun
man.

     Chance slowly picked up Jake, carrying him to the couch.  Setting
Jake down he turned and sat next to Jake, starring at the gunman.
"What do you want?"

     "SHUT UP!!!  OR I'LL KILL YOU RIGHT NOW!!!!" yelled their captor.
The gunman leaned against the wall next to the TV as it showed a
picture of Ann Gora.

                           **********

6:18 p.m.

     "This is Ann Gora of Katz Eye News.  I'm reporting live from the
Salvage Yard, just outside of Megakat City, where a hostage situation
has just occurred.  The hostages identities have not yet been
released, but the suspects identity has been established as Jack Land.
He is currently wanted for armed robbery, and the death of a guard at
Megakat Financial Bank.  It has also been learned, that the suspect is
wanted for a hit and run, of a mother and her daughter, that occurred
a short while ago.  The condition and the identities of the two who
were hit, have not been released as of yet.  The officer Commander
Furson was in pursuit of the suspect after the hit and run incident.
The chase lasted for twenty-three minutes before ending here at The
Salvage Yard, where the suspect has taken two hostages." a piece of
paper is handed to Ann, "One moment please," she said as she glanced
over the paper.  "The identities of the two hostages have been
released, their names are  Jake Clawson and Chance Furlong.  They are
the mechanics at the Salvage Yard, apparently working late when they
were taken by force by the suspect.  We'll keep you informed of any
further updates.  Back to you Dan." she said, as she turned her
attention back to the Salvage Yard.

                           **********

6:52 p.m.

     "Please Jack, let me speak to one of the hostages.  I need to
check and make sure they're okay." Furson requested.

     "Alright, but don't call in here again. I'll call when I'm ready
to make my demands." said Jack, handing the phone towards Chance.

     "Hello?"

     "Chance are you and Jake alright!!  I heard a gun shot?" asked
Furson.

     There was a moment of silence before Chance replied, "Jake was
shot in the shoulder, he's alright for now."

     "Don't worry Chance we'll get you out." said Furson, hanging up
the phone.  "Felina please take over!" he continued, standing up and
stretching.  *Alright I have no choice now, the opportunity has
presented itself.  It's time to die commander.*  Furson looked at his
watch, then tapped it three times.  In a whispered voice he said,
"It's show time guys, let's get it in one take." Once he finished he
taped his watch again.

     Furson turned around as commotion erupted from behind.

     "Let me through I'm the Deputy Mayor, I've urgent business with
the Commander." yelled Callie trying to push through the barricade.

     "Let her through Sargent." commanded Furson as he walked towards
Callie.

     "Commander we got to do something, these guys are my mechanics
and more importantly ,they are my friends." she said with concern.

     "We are trying everything we can Callie.  But I don't....."

     "Please commander, I don't know what to do.  I've tried to call
the Swat Kats but they're not answering." pleaded Callie.

     "I know Callie, I've already called them, they're tied up at the
moment.   They'll be here as soon as possible." reassured Furson.

     "You?!" she said, with an expression of puzzlement.

     "Would you like some coffee and donuts?" asked Furson, avoiding
the question.

     "No, thank you." she replied.

     "Excuse me then." he returned. He turned around and headed
towards a table, containing coffee and donuts.  As he took a cup of
coffee he moved towards his car.  Just as he sat down two kats in dark
blue flight suits approached his car.

     "Your early, I wasn't expecting you for another minute and a
half.

     "Hello Commander Furson!  T-Bone was anxious to get here.  What's
the plan?" asked Razor.

     "Glad you guys are here, we have a hostage situation, and I need
you two to come with me." said Furson, with an air of command.
"Felina!"  Felina walked over to the small group and greeted the Swat
Kats.  "Felina! The Swat Kats and myself will be going in.  So your in
Charge until I get back." Felina saluted then headed to the command
table.

     Furson motioned the enforcers to follow him.  Approaching his
car, Furson pulled out a piece of paper, containing the layout of the
Salvage Yard.  "Alright here is what we're going to do?  You two will
enter by...."

                          ***********

7:02 p.m.

     Furson quietly enters through the window in the garage, carefully
stepping over the scattered tools laying on the bench.  "Felina, we're
in." he said, in a soft whisper.  "T-Bone, Razor status.

     "We're in the hallway leading to the living room.  Chance appears
alright, Jake seems to be injured, he is conscious and aware of what
is going on.  The suspect is leaning up against the wall next to the
TV.  He has two forty-five calliper semi automatic pistols, one is
trained on Chance, the other by his side, at the ready." replied
T-Bone.

     "Standby to move on my mark." Furson commanded.

                           **********

7:02

     "Johnny get us back on the air, here comes Commander Feral."

     "Okay Annie." Johnny replied setting the camera up.  "We're live
in three, two, one."

     "This is Anne Gora of Katz Eye News, Commander Feral of the
Enforcers has just arrived at the scene."  Anne turns and approaches
Commander Feral, Johnny is hot on her tail. "Commander what is the
situation right now?"

     "We have everything under control Miss. Gora.  At least we don't
have the accursed Swat Kats to deal with. And by this time tomorrow
the Swat Kats will be behind bars where they belong." stated Feral.

     "Commander!  Are you saying the rumors that the enforcers have
learned the identities of the Swat Kats.  Are true.." she rebutted.

     "Yes, and we'll arrest Jake Clawson and Chance Furlong when we
get in there and take out their captor."

     "Ladies and Gentlekats, you heard it here first.   The identities
of the Swat Kats have been revealed as Jake Clawson and Chance
Furlong.  The hostages that are currently being held inside the
building behind me." she turned to indicate the building.  Anne jumped
at the sound of several gun shots ringing out from the building.  Her
face turned white as a ghost and bowel rose up throat as realized what
she just had said over the air.

                           **********

7:03 p.m.

     Chance's face went white as he heard Commander Feral reveal that
he and Jake were the Swat Kats.  He noticed that a smile had appeared
on the gun mans face, as he stared at the name tag on Chance's
coveralls.  The gun man raised both guns, preparing to fire.

     "NOW!" Shouted Furson, moving into the doorway.  Razor was the
first to move into the living room. The gun man noticed the movement
in the hallway and fired at the kat coming out, nailing him in the
face.  Razor did a back flip, as he grabbed his wounded face. Chance
pushed Jake off the couch, out of the gun mans line of fire, as he
jumped at their captor.  Furson fired at the suspect hitting the gun
pointed at Jake, knocking it out of his hand.  Furson's second shot
hit the other gun shattering it into pieces. 

     Chance immediately tackled his captor forcing him into the wall.
T-Bone watched Chance hit the gun man, as he jumped over  the sofa
with ease.  He threw a punch at the gun man knocking him out cold.
"That's for Razor!" stated T-Bone.

     The gun man went slack as he fell to the ground unconscious.
Chance turned to look at who gave him the assistance, and went slack
jaw.  His jaw dropped as he stared into the face of T- Bone.  "Who?
What are?  How?" was all Chance could say, as T-Bone turned and ran
back to Razor's side.

     "Chance?" called Jake as he stood up.  "Are you all right?"

     "Yea!" he said staring at T-Bone as he picked up Razor then
setting him down in a chair.

     Jake turned and gasped at the sight then turned toward Chance,
then to Furson.  "What's going on Geo?" Jake demanded.

     "Not now please Jake.  Chance get the enforcers in here!  Razor
hang on I'm coming." said Furson running to Jake's side. "Are you
alright?" he asked checking on the bullet wound.

     "Yea, I'll live, but who are they?" inquired Jake, pointing at
the Swat Kats.

     "Please Jake all in due time." replied Furson, walking to Razor's
side.  "Let go Razor, let me see. Please!"  Razor removed his bloodied
hand from his face to reveal the bullets entry point, in his right
eye.

     As Jake approached, he felt like retching but held it back.  He
realized that there was wiring and micro-machinery inside the eye
socket.  "What are you?" Jake demanded.

     Ignoring Jake, Furson called to T-Bone.  "T-Bone get the med
kit."  T-Bone removed his back pack, opened it, and retrieved the kit.
"Don't worry Razor we'll get you bandaged and back to the base."

                           **********

7: 05 p.m. Outside the Salvage Yard

     "Commander get the paramedics in here!  We've got wounded!"
yelled Chance, stepping out of the garage.

     Commander Feral walked up to the building with weapon drawn,
"Enforcers move in!" he called to the enforcers in front of him.  The
enforcers rushed into the building and secured the area.

     *Alright after all these years I finally have you Swat Kats!"
thought Feral

     Anne and Johnny followed Commander Feral to the garage, then
stopped, turned, and looked into the camera.  "We're going in."

     As they entered, Commander Feral started to be briefed by an
enforcer.

     "The area is secured Commander.  The suspect is in custody." said
the enforcer.

     "Very good, private.  Once the paramedics are finished, get the
scum out of here." stated Feral.

     The enforcer saluted Feral and returned to the suspect and
paramedics.

     Anne took in the scene, and made a startling discovery.  "Well
ladies and gentlemen the hostage situation has now ended, thanks to
the efforts of the Swat Kats and the enforcer Commander Furson.  Just
a few moments ago you heard Commander Feral claim that Jake Clawson
and Chance Furlong were the Swat Kats." Ann steps away from the
camera, so Johnny could get a good shot of the scene.  The camera
caught four kats assisting an injured kat, sitting in a chair.  Johnny
heard a gasp and turned the camera to Commander Feral.  Ann approaches
Feral, "Commander, earlier you claimed that Jake Clawson and Chance
Furlong were the Swat Kats. Now, how can it be that T-Bone and Razor
are standing next to each other."

     Commander immediately regained his senses and snapped his jaw
shut.  As he turned to look at the camera he spoke in a low, deep
growl.  "NO COMMENT!!!"

     "I'd say you have some explaining to do, Feral!" yelled Callie
pushing past an enforcer.

     "T-Bone get Razor back to the base, and get him into the
restoration chamber." whispered Furson.

     T-Bone nodded, then helped Razor to stand.  Chance helped T-Bone
walk Razor out the back door, to a parked vehicle.

     Furson started to bandage Jake's shoulder, as a grin appeared on
his face.  He tried to stifle his laughter. *Commander Feral your in
deep trouble.  You, of all people, should know to never say anything
about hostages especially when you are on television.*

     "What's so funny?" asked Jake.

     Furson's laughter immediately stopped, as a loud roar rang out
from behind him. Grabbing his pistol he swung around to see the
suspect pointing an enforcer issued AK-47 machine gun at him and Jake.
"GET DOWN!" yelled Furson, stepping in front of Jake and firing his
pistol.

     The newly armed prisoner fired several rounds at Commander Furson
and Jake before Furson's shot, went through his heart.  The spray of
machine gun bullets, however, didn't miss their mark.  The bullets
pierced Furson's armored vest, forcing him back into Jake, knocking
both kats to the floor.

     Jake grabbed Furson and rolled him onto his back, and gasped at
the blood that covered his paw and the Commander's armored vest.
"GEO!  SOMEONE PLEASE!!  I NEED A MEDIC OVER HERE!!" yelled Jake, as
he began to panic.  Two medics jumped to Furson's side, beginning to
give aid to stabilize his condition for transport.  Another two medics
wheeled a Gurney in next to Jake "Let's go!!" called one medic,
stepping aside, to transfer Furson to the Gurney. 

	Within a minute, they had Furson in the ambulance.  Jake stepped
into the ambulance, as a medic gave him assistance.  A siren wailed
and flashing lights blinked, as the ambulance and two enforcer cars,
disappeared in the distance.

                          ***********

7:15 p.m.

     "J-J-Jake!" called Furson.

     "Yea, Geo.  I'm here!!" replied Jake, tears running down his
cheek.

     "D-did... I .... get ... him?" inquired Furson, as his face began
to pale.

     "Yea, you got him and saved our lives." wiping away tears.

     A monitor beeped to a slow steady beat

     "Jake!  If I ... don't ..."

     "Your going to pull thru, Geo.  Besides, Kathy's waiting for
you." he interrupted with a sniff

     "J-Jake!  Please ... take care ... of Kathy."

     The beeping sound of the heart monitor continued to slow.

     "Geo, don't speak like that!  These guys will pull you thru.
Please Geo, hang on!"

     Jake took Furson's paw into his paws and started to pray.

     "It's getting dark Jake.  I guess I'll see you on the other
si....." an alarm rang out as the heart monitor showed a flat line.

     "NO!  Geo." cried Jake, as Furson's hand went limp.

     The medics immediately began CPR to revive him.   A few moments
later the ambulance's siren went silent.

                           **********

7:30 p.m.  Megakat Memorial Hospital

     "Nurse! Two kats were just brought in with gunshot wounds.  Where
are they?" asked Chance, gasping for air.

     "And you are?" inquired the nurse, from behind the counter.

     "Chance, Chance Furlong." he replied, still trying to catch his
breath.

     "What are their names?"

     "Jake Clawson and Commander Geo. Furson." he stared at her,
growing slightly angered.

     "One moment please." she turned to her folders on the desk.
Picking up two folders she scanned thru the contents.  When she looked
back up to Chance, there were three more kats standing behind him.
She recognized Deputy Mayor Callie Briggs and Commander Feral, but she
knew that these kats better speak to the doctor.  "Mr. Furlong.
Please have a seat the doctor will be out shortly."  She suggested, as
she picked up the phone.

     Twenty minutes later a doctor in green garb came into the waiting
room.  "Chance Furlong?" called the doctor.

     "How are they doctor?" asked Chance, standing in unison with the
others.

     "Please come this way." requested the doctor as he walked to a
small room off to the side of the emergency room.  "Please have a
seat.  Now Jake is in stable condition.  I just finished patching him
up.  The bullet wound was clean, and he'll need to stay overnight for
observation.  I don't expect any complications, so he may go home in
the morning."

     Chance gave a sigh of relief, but was still very tense.

     "What about Commander Furson?" asked Callie.  "How is he?"

     "I'm sorry!  There was nothing we could do.  He died in
transport." replied the doctor, in a sympathetic tone.

     Commander Feral just stared, while Felina closed her eyes.
Callie buried her face into her paws, weeping.  Chance bowed his head
and hugged Callie.  Chance looked up to the doctor, "Doc.  Does Jake
know?"

     "Yes, we had to sedate him.  He went into shock and had a
seizure.  He's sleeping now, but if you want to see him, I'll let you
in." he replied, standing up.

     "Yes, doctor I would."

                           **********

7:26 p.m. Enforcer Headquarter

     In a dark office on the second floor, a desk lamp begins to
flicker.  The light bulb explodes sending a shower of sparks onto the
desk , igniting the desk calender.  Within minutes the office is
ablaze, as the fire burns, a hidden safe is exposed revealing an
electronic lock.  The lock begins to short out and pops the lock,
exposing the contents to the fire.  Inside are a folder labeled ‘Final
Swat Kats Report' and a video tape labeled ‘Swat Kats Unmasked', both
begin to burn.

     An alarm rings out as the fire sprinklers start to put out the
fire.

                           **********

7:26 p.m. Megakat Orphanage, Kathy's room.

     "Kathy!  Kathy!"

     Kathy woke with a startle, as she heard her name being called.
"Who?"  She looked around and saw a tall kat in an enforcer outfit,
"Dad?"

     "Yes, sweetheart.  Listen, there's been an accident, and I'll
have to leave for a while."  He quickly put a finger to her mouth, to
keep her quite.  "Tomorrow morning or even tonight, someone will tell
you that I've died.  Don't worry about it, but do not tell them that
you've seen me either."  Furson takes out a small charred emblem on a
necklace and gives it to Kathy.   "Take this, now remember if there is
ever any serious danger, this will get you in contact with some very
special friends of mine."

     "But why do you have to leave dad?  Why can't I go with you?"
pleaded Kathy.

     "You see.  I now remember who I am and how I got here.  My son
and a small group of people have disappeared.  Nobody knows what has
happened to them, a search group when out to find them and they too
have vanished.  It is my responsibility to find them and bring them
home.  Where I'm going is very dangerous, and I don't want to lose you
too."

     "Who will take care of me?"

     "Don't worry sweetheart, I've asked Uncle Jake, Uncle Chance,
Aunt Felina and Aunt Callie to take care of you in my absence." Furson
looked to his left and to his right.  "Plus T-Bone and Razor, said
they would keep an eye on you."

     A smile appears on Kathy's face. "Ok, dad.  I won't tell anyone."

     "That's my pumpkin.  Now get to sleep, you have a busy day
tomorrow, you have that big science test." he said, messing up Kathy's
hair.  He bent over and gave Kathy a kiss on the forehead. Turning
around he walked out the door.  Entering the hallway he noticed Mrs.
Bell enter the same hall from the stairs.

     "Mr. Furson!  You know visiting hours end at seven." she said in
a loud whisper.

     Furson turned away from her walking down the hallway to a closet
door.  He opened the door and stepped inside closing it behind him.
Mrs. Bell quickly walked to the door shaking her head.  She opened the
closet door and said in an upset tone.  "Now look here...." her voice
trailed off, realizing that the closet was now empty.  Her face turned
white as a ghost, and she fell to the floor with a thump.

9:43 a.m. Saturday June 25, Megakat Orphanage.

     Callie, Felina, Jake , Chance, T-Bone & Razor, who was still
wrapped in a clean bandage and eye patch, arrived at the orphanage.
Mrs. Bell was surprised when they came in, Callie walked up to her and
asked to see Kathy.  Mrs. Bell knew them and that Furson trusted them,
to help Kathy.    She walked them to the TV room, where Kathy sat.

     "She said she was expecting you." said Mrs. Bell, a little
mystified.

     "How'd she know that?" asked Felina, as the others walked in to
speak with Kathy.

     "Well, truth be known.  Last night I saw Commander Furson come
out of Kathy's room around seven thirty.  I tried to talk to him but
he just ignored me."

     "That's impossible!" breathed Felina.  "Furson was injured in a
shoot out last night.  He died en route to the hospital.  The official
time was seven twenty-nine." Felina just looked at Mrs. Bell's puzzled
face.  Then turned to meet up with the others next to Kathy.

     None of the inhabitants of the room except T-Bone & Razor knew
they were being observed.  A young kitten, seven years old, smiled,
nodded and walked out the door and down the hallway.  Around his wrist
was the same amulet design, as Kathy's charred amulet.  He presses it,
a second later, a faint glow surrounds him and he vanishes.

Above the planet a ship orbits.

     "Ensign take us out of orbit and set course to one three seven,
mark five, warp one." commanded the captain.

     "I-I captain." said the ensign as he worked the controls on his
console.  "We're out of orbit.  Setting course to one three seven,
mark five, warp one.

     From outside the ship one could see a spectacular sight.  A
beautiful ship speeds towards a point, and within a flash the ship
disappears.

Captain's Log 229707.12

     I have found out that the group enjoyed spending their time with
Kathy   But it was Mrs. Bell that helped the most, allowing Kathy to
be welcomed into the home of my friends.  Kathy enjoyed spending her
days with Jake and Chance.  She imagined she was a race car driver, a
member of the Swat Kats, or else an enforcer, and she even helped to
work on cars.  She even watched Scardy Kat cartoons with Chance.

     Whenever Felina had a day off she would spend it with Kathy.  She
took her through Enforcer's Headquarters, and Enforcer Academy.  Miss
Briggs visited whenever possible which was very rare.  But Kathy
enjoyed her time with equal excitement.  T-Bone and Razor from time to
time would get a chance to check up on her and play with all the kids,
giving them rides on the cyclotrons or letting them sit in the jet.  I
believe T-Bone and Razor enjoyed this more than they had ever let on.

     It saddens me to sit here in what is left of Planet Post Alpha,
whatever happened must have been devastating.  By the look of things,
it happened fast.  All that I have left of my friends are these
records from the computer and those saved by Project Annihilation.  I
don't know what's worst, that everyone I've known is dead.  Or that a
rogue planet is about to destroy this planet I've called home for so
long.

                      The End of Book One.

Don't go away mad.  Book two ‘The Truth Is Out There.' is ready for
typing, hopefully I'll have it done soon.