Chance and Jake lead the three down a stair well. "If you go any farther than this, you will be bound to the secret," Chance said, "Turn around if you don't think you can handle a life or death secret. I'm serious too." None of the teens flinched. "Fine," Jake switched on the light in the basement of the garage. The three teen-kats stood in amazement of what they saw. They where in the SWAT Kat's hangar.
Chance and Jake where well into the hangar now. "Common," Chance said, "We have a bug problem, but you don't need to be catcing them in your mouths. Eh, old fart humor is starting to kick in, Jake." Jake chucled as he picked up a Glov-o-trix, "The diffrence between now and five years ago, Chance?" Jake now directed his words twrod the teens, "Now, the technology here is out-of-date today, but they where top-of-the-line in our day, the Enforcer's didn't even have this stuff."
Alisha was standing next to Jake. She picked up a golve-o-trix and tried it on. She activated the metal claws and said, "They are dull, and short. Anyway we can fix em up?" Chance had left the boys alone and took his old glove-o-trix from Alisha, "Nah, it's way to big for you, and probibly beyond the point of repair. Of couse, ol Sure-shot here could fix you kids up some new ones." Jake looked at the glove-o-trx, "You're right. They are beyond the point of repair, but I'm not sure I could make you new ones, technology today is better than it used to be." Blane had picked up the other glove-o-trix, "I'm a nerd, I could help." All of the kats where looking at him. Ryan finaly said, "Blane, I never knew you where a nerd... anything else you need to share, buddy?"
Alsiha looked around, "Alowe me outside to get my bearings, if I may?" Chance looked up from playing with his old glove-o-trix, "Bearings of what?" Alisha laughed, "Direction!" Chance shrugged, "Yeah, sure, just don't get shot."
Alsiha was now outside and knocking on a kathole cover. After a few minutes of knocking a voice came, "Who goes there?" Alisha replied, "The Armainian Ablatross has sold his legs to the Red Cross." The voice hesitated, then said, "Doubtful, more." Alsiha sighed, "I'm the only one that knows that you know, that I know, you know." The voice said finally, "Name?" Alsiha growled and ripped the manhole cover up, "Gregory Grayford, you dipstick! I'm the only one who actually uses those two lines, you better let me in boy!" The kat below was now on the ground shakeing, "Sorry, Lisha...Alisha, ma'am. I was just-" Alisha cut in, "Being careful, bull! You where giving me a hard time!"
Alisha entered the kathole and covered it up, "Greg, you know I was pullin your tail, right?" The red kat grinned and nodded, "Yup!" Alsiha now lowered her voice to a whisper, "You know who lives on the other side of your west wall?" Greg shook his head, "No, but you live on my north wall." Alisha smiled and said and nodded, "Good. Listen, the girls and I where thinking of expanding-" Greg wined, "But you already have a big enough hole." Alisha continued, "Something has come up that we need more space." Greg shook his head, "No, no, expand the other way." Alisha sighed, "Look, two of my friends and I are now SWAT Kats and are going to start liberating the city so all of the Undergroud can get back up." Greg laughed, "No way!" Alisha nodded, "Yes, way. And we are gonna need a way to get to the hangar as quickly as possible when the kalxon goes off." Greg staried, "Your serious, arn't you?" Alisha nodded, "Thank you for your cooperation. There is nice hole property at the end of UnderKitten Street."
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