Jim's story...
	by Xanadu
	It was a beautiful night in Megakat City.  It was finally a night
for people to relax, including the Swat Kats.  Since Jake and Chance
had retired, things seemed almost like half the criminals were going
to double their efforts, but nothing had happened yet and a few
individuals were planning on using the calm night to end some
problems.  Tabby and Jonathan were in his apartment, probably planning
on burning dinner into an unrecognizable crisp while the two of them
rested after a long week.  Tail Gunner had gotten Bruno out to the
pool hall, ready to have a ball wiping out any sharks.  Klanbite had
decided to take Rorschach out to her place in Faroe Lake.  As for
Julia, she took Ken out to dinner.  And Bob was taking AJ out to
Katsas City for some bizarre ritual to restore her to something more
closely resembling life.  Don't ask, it's a long story.  
	Oh yeah, I'm James Jonathan, but you can call me Jim.  I took
Jake's place in the Swat Kats when he retired, just like Scott took
over for Chance.  He's probably taking Abi out to a movie now.  Yeah,
he's a lucky guy.  Anyways, there were a few people who were
determined to let that night be used for less romantic purposes.  Me
for instance.  I had planned on staying home and reminiscing about
Anne while I planned my revenge on Dark Kat.  Like most of my nights.
Freedan had about the same plans, just without the reminiscing.  He
would have been fine too, if it weren't for a certain she-kat.  
	Yeah, Josie had planned on trying to get him to drop his
"vengeance" on old DK's family and settle down with her.  After she
told me that, I just wished her luck and went up into my lab to work
on my latest weapon.  I figured that she'd have as much luck as usual,
and I wasn't about to get caught up in the romantic problems of a
young half-vampire and her immortal friend.  The thing that frustrates
me the most about those two is that Freedan loves Josie more than she
loves him.  Granted, he doesn't know her secret, but I don't think
it'd matter much.  
	I suppose that, if you're reading this, you're wondering about me.
Not that I can think of any reason why someone would want to know
about me.  So, let's get on with it.  Most of my early life is pretty
boring.  My father was an Enforcer who was killed in one of those
missions that Feral wouldn't listen to McCloud about.  I never really
liked Feral all that much since then, but I couldn't do anything about
it.  My mother was a professional shootist though, and she reamed
Feral (and the rest of the Enforcers) out for the next year or so.
She just couldn't have forgiven them for that screw up, especially
when another option was there.  I was only 12 then, and not too much
else happened until I was 15.  
	That was when I met Anne.  Everyone who knew the two of us thought
that it would never work out.  Everyone except my mother, who
practically started planning the wedding then.  I proposed when I was
twenty two, and the wedding was wonderful.  Everything worked out
wonderfully until my mother got out of the chapel.  That was when one
of my mother's competitors managed to get a shot with a rifle at her.
By the time she'd fired her first shot (every living member of the
family had a gun on them then, except Anne), she was hitting the
ground, and my gun was just coming out.  Two quick shots later, the
gunman was falling to the ground off of the roof he was on.  The
Enforcers later found that he was connected to Dark Kat.  My mother
was buried in the family crypt.
	It was after that when Anne really started trying to convince me
to get out of the professional shooting.  It took her a month to
convince me that my mother wouldn't want me doing the thing that had
gotten her killed.  About a month after that I was back in it, after a
dream in which my mother reamed me out for quitting.  Feel thankful
that you've never had to be the victim of one of my mother's
chastisings.  Anyway, not much else happened for about a year...  
	Then came the most fateful night of my life.
	I had used the winning from some of the more recent competitions
to purchase Anne and I a small place near the beach, far away from
Megakat City.  A few weeks earlier, I was contacted by the Swat Kats
about joining as an extra weapons master.  I was going to let Anne
decide for me, and she had told me that she had two things to tell me
that night.  While the two of us were out on the beach, she told me
that she didn't want me joining the Swat Kats unless I really had a
good reason.  I didn't have a problem with it.  Then she dropped the
next piece of information.  She had just been at the hospital that
night, and found out that the test results were positive.  I was a
little confused, since I had no idea what tests she was referring to.
Then she explained that I was going to be a father.  
	The full impact of the statement sunk in at the same moment that
the importance of those people in stealth suits coming out of the tree
line with guns did.  I yelled for Anne to get out of the way and fired
my gun.  One of the attackers fell and the rest of them scattered.  I
couldn't keep track of all of them, so I watched the main group.
Making certain that Anne was out of the way, I emptied my 9mm Browning
into the group, missing with about half of my shots.  Crud, my aims
off tonight...  I slammed another clip into the gun, and fired a bit
more accurately.  Then I heard the sound of a rifle bolt being pulled
back from behind me.  I turned and aimed, but then I heard Anne yell
at me to run and she jumped in...  The shot went off...  And nothing
else mattered after she and the gunman fell...
	A few months passed as a blur in my mind.  I was living off of the
rest of my winnings.  Everything about this period of my life was told
to me later on by Scott.  
	First off, let me explain the relationship between Scott Fold and
James Jonathan.  Scott and I had been friends since the fifth grade,
and rivals in almost everything there was to be rivals about since the
fourth.  It seemed bizarre to people that two fellows who were such
bitter rivals over everything, sports, girls, grades, et. al., could
be friends at the same time.
	Anyway, Scott has told me that I spent those months drunk.
Fortunately, I would still take the advice of a friend about getting
into the AA about nine months later.  The reason I was getting that
advice was because things had gone so far that Scott wasn't going to
let me dig myself into the dirt any further.  When he came over to my
place to have a "discussion" with me, he saw me ready to blow the back
of my head out.  He stopped me and carried me into the nearest AA
chapter.  A few months after that, I was signing on for the Swat Kats.
No, Anne hadn't wanted me to join, but I had to.  I couldn't let
whoever had authorized that hit go unpunished.  I found later that it
was Dark Kat.  I've been hunting him ever since, even with Anya trying
to get me tied down.  So, I guess that's all there is to know about
James Jonathan, Razor 2. 

	Josie's Story
	J. Leisemann
	Hi, I'm Josie Amese, and I guess that you're reading this to learn
about lovable little me.  There's not that much to learn though, for
the first sixteen years of my life, the only thing that interesting
was that I knew Freedan's secret, and I was the kid sister to a
vigilante.  When I was sixteen, my brother (now retired) left for
Faroe Lake, where he earned a living off of his book deals and his
inheritance from my parents.  Freedan took care of me, until the trust
was released and I got my own place (free of rent) and some money.
That was when I was eighteen.  When I was twenty three I had an,
interesting, birthday party.  Now, you should know that I've been
deeply in love with Freedan Katsylyan since I was eighteen.  I just
wish he'd reciprocate, but he's not sure if being friends will work
out that well, so I'm out of luck.  
	Anyway, at my twenty-third birthday, I met a handsome young he-kat
in a black suit.  While the party ended at midnight, he stayed until
about three in the morning.  Nothing happened except for one thing
that would change my life forever.  I woke up the next morning with a
hangover and two small bumps on my neck.  When I stumbled out after
the afternoon paper (being a home-maker can be useful, you make your
own hours), the sun singed my arm.  I changed into a more concealing
outfit, one that covered almost all of my body, and got the mail.
When I started thinking about what must've happened, it occurred to me
that a certain kat must have been a vampire.  And so, when Freedan
came over to check on me, I explained what had happened.  He was a
little shocked, especially when the vampire side of me came up.  I
hadn't eaten all day, and I guess that my body was a little hungry.
What happened follows.
	"SNARL!!!"  I leapt at him with savage ferocity.
	"Josie, wait!!!"  Freedan countered the only way he could, by
launching a counter-attack with his sword.
	"Gahr!!!"  If you haven't noticed, my Vampire side isn't very
articulate.  After this, Freedan managed to tie me up so that I
wouldn't be as dangerous.  Once I'd calmed down, the two of us came up
with a plan.  I could easily stay in during the day.  He had access to
the blood bank, and could probably make a withdrawal easily enough.
In order to keep me from flipping out, I'd actually use those
meditation techniques I'd learned.  And things were okay until my
twenty-fourth birthday.  
	That's when I met Jack Kincaid.  Yeah, he was Laura Kincaid's
brother, and Anya Fortunati's fiancee.  I didn't know either at the
time.  It was a whirlwind romance, and I was married by my next
birthday (I found out later that he'd left Anya Fortunati at the
altar).  The first night he told me about his family's, history.  The
SOB was proud of being related to Dark Kat.  I told him that I
wouldn't be married to a person like that.  He told me that I'd die
before I got a divorce.  Then he attacked.  Three guesses what came
next.
	"Snarl!"  And one very dead Jack Kincaid.  I told the police that
he'd attacked me (true enough) and that I'd grabbed a fireplace poker
when he swung the knife (also true).  I neglected to mention the fact
that I had turned into a ferocious vampire when he attacked, but they
didn't need that kind of stress.  They explained it as adrenaline when
the guy from Forensics said that no kat had hit him, unless that kat
was strong enough to bend iron bars (like the poker).  Anyway, they
had a security film showing what'd happened.  
	The rest of my life was pretty boring until I became Night Bird
(Freedan's partner, sort of).  Freedan had gotten himself into trouble
with his refusal to use modern technology.  I pulled on a mask and
flew the jet for him.  I saved his rear that night, though he denies
it to this day.  He still doesn't know who I am and refuses to
acknowledge Night Bird as his partner.  Oh well.  I guess that's all
there is to know about me (well, all that I can print).  Bye!
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