Razor's Decision
Chapter 3 - Disaster Strikes
“What
did you think you were doing? You nearly got killed, again!! It’s
almost like you have a death wish with the way you always throw your
choppers into the middle of a firefight and lose it every time.”
Razor was in full rant as the fear still raced through him from the
battle hours past. “It’s
my job!” Feral shouted. “I don’t see you holding back.” “The
Turbokat can handle most everything thrown at it. A chopper can’t.”
Razor snarled furiously. “Dammit! You scared the hell out of me
when your rotor was shot off and you plummeted to the street. I
couldn’t have T-Bone take the jet down for you because we were
still engaging Turmoil’s fighters. I was sick with relief when I
saw you were alright.” Turning away, his shoulders shaking with the
memory of the chopper falling out of the sky and no sign of Feral
bailing out. The
anger drained out of Feral as he moved to hug Razor from behind
nuzzling his neck comfortingly. “I’m sorry I frightened you.
I’ve survived so many near misses I’ve lost count. You need to
stop worrying about me so much. It could get us both killed.” He
said softly. “I
will if you will!” Razor retorted. “I can’t just turn off my
emotions, Ulysses. I’m sorry I’m just not designed that way.”
He sighed and turned around in the arms holding him and nuzzled the
face he had begun to care too much about. “Besides you worry about
me too.” Sighing
Feral didn’t respond verbally. This was an argument that was
happening too often with no solution in sight. It always ended with
them making intense and frantic love to wipe away the terror of near
loss. How long they could keep this up was anyone’s guess. A
month later... “Crud!
Where did the Turbokat go?” He demanded feeling frantic and trying
desperately not to show it. “It
was swallowed by a Pastmaster Vortex a little while ago, sir!” An
on-scene Enforcer officer reported. He
felt his heart nearly stop. ‘They’ll be back. They always
manage to find their way back, stop worrying and deal with the mess
here’ He sternly ordered himself. “Alright,
I want everything we got to keep Pastmaster too occupied to use that
watch of his to alter the city. Anyone know where Ms Briggs is?
That little gnome will make a grab for her. He always does.” “I’m
with her Uncle.” Felina’s voice from the radio he held barked
out. “I could use a little help here on the clock tower though. I
may not be able to hold him off much longer.” “I
want choppers up there distracting that creep now!” Feral barked
into his radio. Meanwhile, he kept praying the Swat Kats would get
back here quickly before things deteriorated. To his relief, moments
later a vortex opened up and spat out the Turbokat. Using something
they obviously got from Queen Callista, they quickly dispatched the
Pastmaster, once more returning him to the past. Feral
spent the next few hours cleaning up the mess left by the Pastmaster
and then writing up the report on the incident. By the time he’d
finished it was late and he was exhausted. Regardless, he needed to
see Razor. He signaled a meet and quickly went home to change. He
raced to the outskirts of town and actually beat Razor to their new
hideaway. Time and city revitalization plans had taken out their
original hideaway making it a new housing area. Feral
had found a small cabin not far from Professor Hackle’s home. He
had purchased the small parcel of land surrounded by trees with the
cabin already on it so they would never worry about being displaced
again. It was a cozy place well hidden from prying eyes. They had
gradually decorated it to suit themselves with a proper king size
sleigh bed, a mini rustic kitchen, and a big rock fireplace. The
cabin had required some minor repairs and a new roof but eventually
it became a private retreat for them. He
went inside and laid the piazza he’d picked up on the small table
near the window and checked to see if there was anything to drink and
was relieved to find can’s of milk. As he placed the milk on the
table, he heard the powerful purr of a cyclotron arriving outside.
Moments later, Razor walked in. They embraced and kissed for a long
time before separating and sitting down to eat. “I’m
starved, thanks for thinking of food, love.” Razor sighed as he dug
out a slice and bit down on it. “Didn’t
think you had time to eat yet.” Feral grunted stuffing a slice in
his own mouth. “Actually,
T-Bone was getting ready to order piazza when I got your signal.”
Razor said reaching for his milk. “Was
he upset by you suddenly leaving?” Feral asked concerned. “Naw,
he was only a little miffed that I was rushing off but not really
that upset about it.” Razor assured him taking another slice of
piazza. “Good!
Alright, give! What happened when Pastmaster shot you into the past?
It looked like you were in Queen Callista’s time.” He demanded
grabbing his milk and taking a healthy swallow. For
the next half hour, Razor related all the events at the Queen’s
court and what she had given them to defeat the Pastmaster. By the
time he’d finished, the piazza was gone and so was the milk.
Cleaning up their trash and bagging it for disposal in town, they
made their way to the bed. Stripping, they roughly reaffirmed their
love for each other sinking into exhausted sleep soon after, deciding
by mutual consent to stay together until dawn. More
time slips by...Two begin adding up signs of something odd going
on... Felina
was the first to get suspicious. Certain things her uncle said in
the heat of battle and clues he unwittingly gave away led her to
think there was something going on between her uncle and the Swat
Kats but for the life of her she couldn’t put a finger on exactly
what it was. It bothered her enough, however, that she began
watching her uncle more closely. Chance
was also getting a little concerned. He suspected Jake had gotten
serious with his lover but couldn’t understand why he insisted on
continuing to keep it a secret from his best friend. A little hurt
by his partner’s lack of trust, he tried to not let it bother him.
It was really not interfering with their partnership but he didn’t
like secrets. It was bad enough they had a big secret they kept from
everyone else without his friend keeping another one from him as
well. Disaster
struck in the form of Dark Kat. Making a bold strike in daylight,
the criminal struck Pumadyne. Utilizing his fear ship, creeplings
and ninja fighters he stole a prototype satellite meant for improving
communications that he intended to make a fearsome weapon to threaten
not just Megakat City but the world. The
enforcers and the Swat Kats were quickly on the scene engaging Dark
Kat’s minions. On the ground, Feral and his shock troops tackled
the creeplings and ninjas while above them his enforcer squadron and
the Swat Kats tried to bring down the fear ship. Dark Kat had
improved his ship’s protections and weapons. The enforcers were
taking a terrible beating and the Turbokat was not getting off easy
either. Several lucky shots from Dark Kat had damaged the jet,
though T-Bone hadn’t lost control as yet. Razor had utilized every
weapon he had but had only managed minor damage to the fear ship. “Razor,
we are getting outgunned here! Got anything that will take him out?”
T-Bone shouted in concern as he avoided yet another deadly missile
from Dark Kat. “I’ve
used everything we have. Nothing seems to be effective. Let me
think, perhaps if I combine a few...hmmm.” He thought frantically.
Some of the weapons were never meant to be use together but he
didn’t see any choice. Making his decision quickly, he fired a
risky combo of missiles at the fear ship. To their relief, it
finally punctured Dark Kat’s defenses. Their relief was short
lived, however, for as his ship was plummeting, Dark Kat fired a last
weapon at the Turbokat. “Crud,
that creep has shorted out all our systems, I can’t hold keep her
aloft anymore!” T-Bone shouted anxiously. “We
gotta bail, T-Bone!” Razor said urgently. “No
good, somethings jamming the ejection signal and manual seems to be
locked as well! The canopy won’t let go either. Oh God! Razor we
are going down fast!” T-Bone said frantically trying everything to
get out of the dying jet. “T-Bone!
Can you still steer enough to get us toward that cement factory?”
Razor shouted hurriedly “I
have only a little control left. What are you trying for?” T-Bone
gritted his teeth as he held onto the jerking yoke. “See
that mountain of sand? It may allow us to survive the crash if you
can send the jet into it.” Razor said quickly as T-Bone coaxed what
he could from the yoke to guide the Turbokat toward the factory. Meanwhile
Razor tried to get the speed of heat shield to activate. The
mountain of sand rushed toward them at a frightening rate. With a
gasp of relief, Razor got the shield up just as they plowed with a
sickening jolt into the sand. The journey through the sand did
succeed in slowing their speed but snapped the Turbokat’s wings
off. They were still going fast when they passed through the sand to
finally come to rest, hard, in a field beyond the factory. The
landing was hard enough to collapse the landing gear and make a deep
rut in the field. For
long moments, there were only the dying echos of the crashing jet,
plumes of dust from the sand, and smoke from the engines. There was
no sign of movement from the occupants as the enforcers rushed to the
scene. His
heart in his throat, Feral was one of the first arrivals. Fire
trucks and paramedics were just behind him as he ran up to the
smoking jet. He had already tried to raise the Swat Kats on the
radio but only got static in response. He stood near the cockpit
with Felina at his side trying to find a way to get inside but the
speed of heat shield was still in place and there was no way to see
the occupants. It was left to the fire department to cut into the
shield. Feral
was forced to stand back near his car while the fire department did
their job. It was so hard for him to not show how terrified he was.
It wouldn’t do to let on that he was emotional upset over one of
the Swat Kats. There was a shout, “They’re alive, get the medics
up here!” With
great care the Swat Kats were cut out of their seats and gently
lowered one at a time to waiting paws below. The pair were quickly
rushed to a waiting medical helicopter and airlifted to the Megakat
Trauma Center. Feral hailed an enforcer chopper. With Felina flying
they flew quickly after the medievac. He
waited for a report on their condition. T-Bone had a mild
concussion, broken collar bone, and both arms and legs were badly
broken. He was sent to surgery to realign his limbs. Razor had hit
T-Bone’s seat and suffered a severe concussion, two broken ribs and
both arms were broken. His arms were being set and ribs taped but he
was in a coma. Feral made sure there were guards on them to prevent
anyone unmasking the pair. The Swat Kats would be soon transferred
to intensive care when they were stable. As desperately as he wanted
to, Feral couldn’t justify hanging around the hospital. After
ensuring the Swat Kats safety, he reluctantly left to return to the
incident sites to oversee their cleanups, ensure Dark Kat was
transported to jail, gather the on scene reports from his officers at
both sites and return to his office to complete his report for the
Mayor. Ms.
Briggs had heard about the incident on the news and rushed to the
hospital to see the Swat Kats. She was surprised to see that
Commander Feral had protected T-Bone and Razor’s identities making
no attempt to unmask them. After finding out their conditions, she
went to Enforcer Headquarters. She was badly shaken at seeing the
pair so badly injured. She
found the Commander already at his desk writing up a report on the
incident with Dark Kat. “Commander” She called his name quietly.
He raised his head sharply, surprised to see her. “Yes Ms
Briggs?” He asked briskly. “I’ve
been to see the Swat Kats. I’m surprised but pleased at the
precautions you’ve taken to protect their identities.” She said
eyeing him curiously. “Yes,
well it’s the least we could do since they did take out Dark Kat.”
He said uneasily. “Their jet is a total loss though.” He added
to distract her from studying his motives too closely. “Yes,
so I heard.” She sighed. “I’ve already planned on having the
Mayor finance a replacement. Can you lend them a jet until their’s
is replaced?” She asked. “Probably,
though there is no reason to be concerned about that right now. They
will be out of commission for at least three weeks the doctor’s
estimate.” He said quietly. “Time
enough for all the criminals to come out of the woodwork to cause
trouble!” She sighed bitterly. “Trust
us to try and do our best, Ms Briggs. After all, we were doing it
before they showed up.” He said dryly with a touch of annoyance. “Sorry,
Commander. I know that but sometimes they do get the better of you.”
She said lightly not really wanting to get into an argument with him. He
didn’t comment, merely nodded, acknowledging her desire to keep
things friendly. “Was there anything else, Ms Briggs?” He asked
politely. “Umm...no,
Commander. Is that report ready? I can take it with me, save you a
trip.” She offered, smiling faintly. “Yes
it is and thank you. Just let me make a copy of it for you.” He
said rising from his desk and gesturing her to follow him out. Using
his secretary’s machine he made her a copy and handed it to her. “Thanks.
I’d better get going.” She said turning to head toward the
elevator. Sighing
to himself, Feral returned to his desk and the pile of other reports
he had to deal with. He needed to keep busy so as not to dwell on
his lover’s condition. He desperately wanted to be by Razor’s
side but knew it wasn’t a wise idea.
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