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"Caught in the Act"

"Holy shit, holy shit! Razor I don't know what you're doing but I like it!"

The jet shot across the atmosphere at top speed, spiraling as half of the SwatKats team; Razor dove in through a practical legion of small spacecraft flying directly toward them. The blasters off the front of their ships fired blue lasers that glowed off the Turbokat's hull, grazing its newly shielded alloy and not leaving a mark on it. In the back seat, Fox McCloud held onto the harness strapping him into the seat. He was unfamiliar with the design of the plane and opted instead to let the cat do all the flying. In this position though he felt like the harness was the only thing keeping him in place as gravity seemed to fling him to the left; to the right and hanging straight down with every pitch the ship went through. "Hang on!" Razor shouted through the roar of the plane's engine as they pulled straight up into the sky, making a lingering loop before diving back down toward the earth. Even Fox had to keep his insides from jettisoning all over the cockpit at that.

"WOOHOO!!" He cried exuberantly. "Razor, have you considered joining our armada? We could use a pilot with your skill!"

"Sorry Fox." Razor said with a wink. "I got plenty of stuff to worry about in Megakat City. But I appreciate the offer."

There was a hard turn to the right as the plane swivelled into a barrel roll and two of the ships chasing them slammed into one another, causing a massive explosion. After a quick dip, the plane entered a forced vertical climb that drew both of their cheeks back as the G-Force reached its maximum tolerance. "Ra-Razor I don't have a mask I'm going to--"

The next thing Fox realized he was lying alone in the dark. He gasped and bolted upright, realizing he was lying on a large soft bed and that aside from the blanket laying over him he was completely naked. He looked around. "Razor?" He asked, his voice carrying a short echo as he draped the sheets over his shoulders and climbed off the bed.

The room appeared to be some abandoned part of a hangar, but the only light he could detect was from a doorway just on the other side. He grunted as his foot kicked a rather heavy box near the door and nearly staggered out of his makeshift clothes. As his bare feet made their way across the cold floor he reached the door and pulled it open.

The second room was a lot warmer in color and a lot more open, obviously the more lived in of the hangar wings. He'd stepped into a small living area just inside the door, but the room opened out into another big hangar; the Turbokat sat idle on the other side of the room, the dull sound the television briefly distracting Fox as he walked past it to see Razor lying underneath the plane on a creeper working in the bowels of the hull. Only his feet and part of his legs could be seen as Fox approached. He could hear Razor grunting, and the sound of a ratchet grinding as he worked. Taking a step too far, Fox's foot knocked against the toolbox nearby, causing it to clatter.

"That you Chance? Could you hand me a five-eighths wrench?" Fox silently dipped his hand into the toolbox and produced the tool, slipping it into Razor's hand. "Thanks buddy."

"Anytime."

Fox's voice alerted the cat enough to cause him to pull out from under the plane a bit and look at him. "Well, look at you. Mister Space Ace himself finally waking up from a little G-Force coma."

"Well I didn't have a mask on; I never said I was a planetary pilot anyway. My thing's with space. You know; no gravity except artificial." He smirked.

Razor rolled out from under the plane completely and with a dirty rag began to rub away at grease that stained his hands. "Well, I'm glad you're alright."

"Thanks to you." Fox smirked. "I mean, you saved my life. What can I do to repay you."

"It was nothing, really." Razor said as he stood up.

Fox got a good look at the cat; he was rather lanky in build but his muscles were in the right places, his bushy brown fur topped off with a pair of erect triangular ears that flicked curiously at him. Fox's tail swayed as he moved forward again, giving Razor no room to step back or move away as the fox put his palms squarely on both sides of the cat's head. "Oh, I don't think of it as nothing." He said, letting the sheet slide off his lean muscular body and onto the floor.