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Not knowing they’d been tagged, the SWAT Kats lept aboard their jet.  T-Bone started the engines then sent the jet into VTOL mode until he attained the right height before shoving the throttles forward and shooting across the skies toward their hidden hangar.

As soon as the Turbokat had taken off, Felina pulled out the tracker from her pocket and studied it.  The blip which was the SWAT Kats jet was heading south of the city.

“Funny, looks like it’s headed for the salvage yard.” She said, frowning.

“We’d better go see if you’re right.” Steele said drily, starting the chopper’s engines.

The chopper lifted into the sky, leveled off then headed in the direction their little tag led them.

During the flight,  Felina ran over in her mind what she knew of the salvage yard operators.  Was it just coincidence that a pair of disgraced ex-enforcers just happened to be working there and that the SWAT Kats seemed to be originating from there as well?  Well two plus two.....it was adding up to a strong possibility as to their true identities.

Meanwhile, unaware they were about to be busted, the Turbokat glided into its hangar with ease. They waited until the platform took them up to their main hangar then T-Bone shot back the canopy so they could jump out.

They moved to their lockers and changed back to their coveralls and went back upstairs to get back to work in their garage.

They’d barely opened the shop again when a chopper landed in a cleared space within the yard. It was an enforcer chopper and two, way too familiar figures, were climbing out of it and walking toward them.

Felina saw Chance Furlong and his partner Jake Clawson watch them in consternation.  They had a right to look concerned.  The tracker had pinpointed the SWAT Kats jet to this location and it was still pinging to indicate it was just below them.  She shook her head.  She and Steele had found who they were looking for and she wasn’t happy about it.

“Why would a chopper be landing here?  I don’t like this buddy.” Chance whispered worriedly to his friend.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this, Chance.  No way would Steele and Felina just be ‘dropping in’ on us.” Jake said tightly.

Felina just couldn’t help but stare at them. How could she have missed the obvious resemblance of the two enforcers turned mechanics to the costumed pair.  They’d been right in front of her the whole time and she’d never connected them.  Sighing, she could beret herself later now she had an unpleasant task to perform.

She stepped forward and looked at both of them.  “You know who I am.  I’m sorry but we tagged your jet and followed it right to you.  No use denying it either since this......” She showed them the tracker and its still pinging signal. “.....shows your Turbokat is just below us.  You are the SWAT Kats.”  She said plainly.

Both toms froze in shocked dismay.  Jake stared in disbelief at the tracker.  ‘Damn they could have done that anytime......why now?’ He moaned bitterly to himself.

Chance just couldn’t believe it either.  The enforcers had finally gotten smart and actually had the balls to tag their jet.  He glanced over at his partner and saw the sick anger there.

“What I want to know is how did you two end up in this dump?” Steele spoke for the first time.

The tabby sighed in resignation.  “Why don’t we go inside.  The explanation will take a while.” He turned and led the way into their office/waiting room.  Jake’s shoulders were slumped as he followed his partner.  Felina and Steele looked at each other for a moment then followed the pair.

Going to the fridge, Jake grabbed a can of milk then went to sit next to Chance who had sat down on the couch.  Steele and Felina opted to stand for now.

Jake decided to start the story.  “Six years ago, we were on patrol when the call went out that Dark Kat was heading to the Enforcer building to blow it up.  We engaged him in a chase with several others.  The chase got a bit hairy and the others pulled out but we kept on DK’s tail.  I managed to tag the jet and gum up his weapon’s system.  We were about to give him a knock out punch when Feral arrived behind us.  We warned him off saying we already had our weapon’s locked but he wouldn’t back off......said he was going to continue the pursuit.” He said bitterly.

Felina winced, she knew her uncle could be head strong and stubborn but she had never dreamed he’d go that far.

Chance chimed in next. “We told him it was out tag, but he rammed into us, and we were falling like a rock. We managed to get out in time just before our jet rammed right into the building, taking out the top of the skyscraper. Thank god the place was vacant.”

“That was you two that had destroyed the roof of the enforcer building?” Steele said in shock.  He’d heard about it when he’d arrived but no one was willing to speak the names of the pair that had done the damage.   “Aren’t you also the ones who had been the first to capture Rex Shard?” He asked.

“Yeah…” The tabby sighed. “And it would’ve been death row the easy way for Dark Kat. But he out flies Feral, like a bird out flies a rat. Thanks to his grandstanding, Dark Kat got away… and if we had taken that shot, he wouldn’t have.”

Jake growled, even more bitter about what had happened to them and why. “When we made it to the ground and watched the building burn, we were sick about it.  Then Feral comes up behind us and tells us ‘this is the last bit of vandalism we’ll ever perform again’ then told us we were off the force but we’re responsible for paying for the repair of the building.  He had a lot of nerve when he was the cause.”

“Gods! I’d heard only bits and pieces about what had happened but this fills the picture in completely and I so don’t like it.” Felina frowned unhappily.

“Damn….uh…that really sucks…” Steele said, shaking his head at the injustice done to the pair. He knew they weren’t lying because the scuttlebutt he’d heard corroborated their story.

There was an uncomfortable pause before Chance spoke again.

“So, I’m guessing Feral’s looking for us?”

“Yeah.....it was his plan......and we succeeded in finding you alright.” Felina said slowly, uneasy about this whole thing.  “This isn’t right.  You two were amazing enforcers and you’re even better as the SWAT Kats. You’ve saved this city, me, other enforcers, and many others, too many  times to count.”

“So what do we do then?” Chance asked.

Steele had been silent up to this point but a slow smile crossed his face as he came up with an idea. “I know a way to make it seem like we didn’t find you. Feral may hate me, but it’s worth it to keep you guys safe.”

The two blinked at him in surprise.  “Wha......why would you be willing to do that?” Jake asked suspiciously.

“Because Felina’s right. Even with our newer equipment and better training, we still need you guys to keep this place from going under the heels of one these criminals.”

“Thanks.” Felina purred quietly.

Steele blushed a little at her look.  He cleared his throat and pulled his radio out. Calling dispatch he was connected to Feral, who was sitting at his desk working and hoping for some good news.

He grinned in anticipation as he answered Steele’s call.

“Feral!”

“Steele here, sir!”

“Report!”

“Sorry sir, but something happened to the tag.  We can only assume the SWAT Kats spotted it and removed it because we found it laying in a field.  No sign of them.” Steele said, keeping his voice cool and professional.

Feral’s ears drooped then he straightened and slammed a fist on his desk.  “What! How could a piece of state of the art equipment that was that small be found by them?”  He demanded.

“I don’t know sir.  Most likely Razor has a way of knowing they have a tag.  It’s just a guess sir.  There’s just no way of knowing.  But it’s obvious they did find it since we found it in a field..  Probably where they tossed it.” Steele said,  sounding properly annoyed.

Feral rubbed his eyes, finding it hard to calm himself. After a minute he spoke again. “Get your gear and report back to headquarters….” With that, he turned the radio off. He wanted to slam it to the desk but he’d gone through too many radios lately.  “God damn it!” He barked out in frustration.

“Heheheheh! Way to go Steele.  Boy was he pissed.” Chance laughed gleefully.

“We’d better retrieve that tag so you can hand it back over so you aren’t caught in the lie and maby you could let me damage it a bit....” Jake suggested, grinning evilly.

“Probably a good idea.  Make him think it’s a bad idea and maybe not try it again.  One could hope.” Steele said, shrugging.

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Not knowing they’d been tagged, the SWAT Kats lept aboard their jet.  T-Bone started the engines then sent the jet into VTOL mode until he attained the right height before shoving the throttles forward and shooting across the skies toward their hidden hangar.

As soon as the Turbokat had taken off, Felina pulled out the tracker from her pocket and studied it.  The blip which was the SWAT Kats jet was heading south of the city.

“Funny, looks like it’s headed for the salvage yard.” She said, frowning.

“We’d better go see if you’re right.” Steele said drily, starting the chopper’s engines.

The chopper lifted into the sky, leveled off then headed in the direction their little tag led them.

During the flight,  Felina ran over in her mind what she knew of the salvage yard operators.  Was it just coincidence that a pair of disgraced ex-enforcers just happened to be working there and that the SWAT Kats seemed to be originating from there as well?  Well two plus two.....it was adding up to a strong possibility as to their true identities.

Meanwhile, unaware they were about to be busted, the Turbokat glided into its hangar with ease. They waited until the platform took them up to their main hangar then T-Bone shot back the canopy so they could jump out.

They moved to their lockers and changed back to their coveralls and went back upstairs to get back to work in their garage.

They’d barely opened the shop again when a chopper landed in a cleared space within the yard. It was an enforcer chopper and two, way too familiar figures, were climbing out of it and walking toward them.

Felina saw Chance Furlong and his partner Jake Clawson watch them in consternation.  They had a right to look concerned.  The tracker had pinpointed the SWAT Kats jet to this location and it was still pinging to indicate it was just below them.  She shook her head.  She and Steele had found who they were looking for and she wasn’t happy about it.

“Why would a chopper be landing here?  I don’t like this buddy.” Chance whispered worriedly to his friend.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this, Chance.  No way would Steele and Felina just be ‘dropping in’ on us.” Jake said tightly.

Felina just couldn’t help but stare at them. How could she have missed the obvious resemblance of the two enforcers turned mechanics to the costumed pair.  They’d been right in front of her the whole time and she’d never connected them.  Sighing, she could beret herself later now she had an unpleasant task to perform.

She stepped forward and looked at both of them.  “You know who I am.  I’m sorry but we tagged your jet and followed it right to you.  No use denying it either since this......” She showed them the tracker and its still pinging signal. “.....shows your Turbokat is just below us.  You are the SWAT Kats.”  She said plainly.

Both toms froze in shocked dismay.  Jake stared in disbelief at the tracker.  ‘Damn they could have done that anytime......why now?’ He moaned bitterly to himself.

Chance just couldn’t believe it either.  The enforcers had finally gotten smart and actually had the balls to tag their jet.  He glanced over at his partner and saw the sick anger there.

“What I want to know is how did you two end up in this dump?” Steele spoke for the first time.

The tabby sighed in resignation.  “Why don’t we go inside.  The explanation will take a while.” He turned and led the way into their office/waiting room.  Jake’s shoulders were slumped as he followed his partner.  Felina and Steele looked at each other for a moment then followed the pair.

Going to the fridge, Jake grabbed a can of milk then went to sit next to Chance who had sat down on the couch.  Steele and Felina opted to stand for now.

Jake decided to start the story.  “Six years ago, we were on patrol when the call went out that Dark Kat was heading to the Enforcer building to blow it up.  We engaged him in a chase with several others.  The chase got a bit hairy and the others pulled out but we kept on DK’s tail.  I managed to tag the jet and gum up his weapon’s system.  We were about to give him a knock out punch when Feral arrived behind us.  We warned him off saying we already had our weapon’s locked but he wouldn’t back off......said he was going to continue the pursuit.” He said bitterly.

Felina winced, she knew her uncle could be head strong and stubborn but she had never dreamed he’d go that far.

Chance chimed in next. “We told him it was out tag, but he rammed into us, and we were falling like a rock. We managed to get out in time just before our jet rammed right into the building, taking out the top of the skyscraper. Thank god the place was vacant.”

“That was you two that had destroyed the roof of the enforcer building?” Steele said in shock.  He’d heard about it when he’d arrived but no one was willing to speak the names of the pair that had done the damage.   “Aren’t you also the ones who had been the first to capture Rex Shard?” He asked.

“Yeah…” The tabby sighed. “And it would’ve been death row the easy way for Dark Kat. But he out flies Feral, like a bird out flies a rat. Thanks to his grandstanding, Dark Kat got away… and if we had taken that shot, he wouldn’t have.”

Jake growled, even more bitter about what had happened to them and why. “When we made it to the ground and watched the building burn, we were sick about it.  Then Feral comes up behind us and tells us ‘this is the last bit of vandalism we’ll ever perform again’ then told us we were off the force but we’re responsible for paying for the repair of the building.  He had a lot of nerve when he was the cause.”

“Gods! I’d heard only bits and pieces about what had happened but this fills the picture in completely and I so don’t like it.” Felina frowned unhappily.

“Damn….uh…that really sucks…” Steele said, shaking his head at the injustice done to the pair. He knew they weren’t lying because the scuttlebutt he’d heard corroborated their story.

There was an uncomfortable pause before Chance spoke again.

“So, I’m guessing Feral’s looking for us?”

“Yeah.....it was his plan......and we succeeded in finding you alright.” Felina said slowly, uneasy about this whole thing.  “This isn’t right.  You two were amazing enforcers and you’re even better as the SWAT Kats. You’ve saved this city, me, other enforcers, and many others, too many  times to count.”

“So what do we do then?” Chance asked.

Steele had been silent up to this point but a slow smile crossed his face as he came up with an idea. “I know a way to make it seem like we didn’t find you. Feral may hate me, but it’s worth it to keep you guys safe.”

The two blinked at him in surprise.  “Wha......why would you be willing to do that?” Jake asked suspiciously.

“Because Felina’s right. Even with our newer equipment and better training, we still need you guys to keep this place from going under the heels of one these criminals.”

“Thanks.” Felina purred quietly.

Steele blushed a little at her look.  He cleared his throat and pulled his radio out. Calling dispatch he was connected to Feral, who was sitting at his desk working and hoping for some good news.

He grinned in anticipation as he answered Steele’s call.

“Feral!”

“Steele here, sir!”

“Report!”

“Sorry sir, but something happened to the tag.  We can only assume the SWAT Kats spotted it and removed it because we found it laying in a field.  No sign of them.” Steele said, keeping his voice cool and professional.

Feral’s ears drooped then he straightened and slammed a fist on his desk.  “What! How could a piece of state of the art equipment that was that small be found by them?”  He demanded.

“I don’t know sir.  Most likely Razor has a way of knowing they have a tag.  It’s just a guess sir.  There’s just no way of knowing.  But it’s obvious they did find it since we found it in a field..  Probably where they tossed it.” Steele said,  sounding properly annoyed.

Feral rubbed his eyes, finding it hard to calm himself. After a minute he spoke again. “Get your gear and report back to headquarters….” With that, he turned the radio off. He wanted to slam it to the desk but he’d gone through too many radios lately.  “God damn it!” He barked out in frustration.

“Heheheheh! Way to go Steele.  Boy was he pissed.” Chance laughed gleefully.

“We’d better retrieve that tag so you can hand it back over so you aren’t caught in the lie and maby you could let me damage it a bit....” Jake suggested, grinning evilly.

“Probably a good idea.  Make him think it’s a bad idea and maybe not try it again.  One could hope.” Steele said, shrugging.