Of Tomkats in Fedoras and She-Kats in the Spotlight, Part 6

<JakeInnaCoat> ::skids into the City Hall lobby, debating the best route::

<KittyCarver> We need a plan.
<KittyCarver> ::grins:: Got one.
<JakeInnaCoat> Yeah… Steele’s office is on the tenth floor…
<Steele> ::smirks:: Yer suspicions sure didn’t lead you anywhere, Korat. ::presses the gun against Feral’s head:: Where’s the tape?
<Feral> ::slowly reaches a hand towards his desk drawer::
<KittyCarver> First, we’ll take care of Dark Kat and his boys.
<TrinaK> ::narrows her eyes:: I’m not tellin’ you.
<JakeInnaCoat> ::nods:: What do you have in mind?
<KittyCarver> ::whispers in ear::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::cocks his ear her way::
<Steele> ::has a death grip on the trigger:: Ya better think straight, Korat, or yer commander’s history.
<Feral> Korat…::stern voice:: Don’ say a word…
<TrinaK> ::looks from Feral to Steele::
<Steele> Well? ::sneers::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::nods:: Alright… You head up the stairs…. I’ll take the elevator… shaft…. Leave the lights to me.
<KittyCarver> I was planning to. ::goes::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::isn’t using the elevator cuz the noise will draw too much attention too early::
<TrinaK> ::backs up a hair::
<Steele> ::abruptly points the gun towards her:: Yer not going anywhere…
<JakeInnaCoat> ::gets into the elevator and climbs onto the handrail to rip off the ceiling paneling and find the access hatch::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::scrambles through and onto the elevator to find the ladder running up the shaft, begins his climb::
<Feral> ::grabs a heavy object off his desk and slams it against Steele:: Korat, RUN!
<KittyCarver> ::finds DK’s meeting, waits for Jake to do his job::
<TrinaK> ::is outta there::
<Steele> ::stands up, spins, and nails Feral one right in the back, knocking him out::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::on the tenth floor, fiddles with the wiring and gets the elevator doors open, dashes for where the fuse box likely is::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::finds it at the end of the hall, rips the door open, and, reading the labels, throws every fuse save one::
<TrinaK> ::runs to her office, slams and locks the door behind her. Frantically searches her desk drawer for bullets::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::the entire floor blacks out::
<KittyCarver> ::thinks:: <Perfect. Ready for my final number.>
<TrinaK> ((<Jake> ::runs like mad and runs straight into a desk in the hallway:: Ow…. <Kitty>Shh!!! <Jake> It was in the way!!))
<JakeInnaCoat> ::growls to himself:: Only got one floor… ::pries a panel open:: This better work… ::jams a screwdriver into the exposed wiring::
<JakeInnaCoat> ((::snickers::))
<JakeInnaCoat> ::jumps away as sparks fly… the whole building goes dark::
<Steele> ::runs towards the office and tries to ram the door open::
<KittyCarver> ((Save one light for spotlight!))
<JakeInnaCoat> <Perfect…. And, if we’re lucky, that’ll draw some attention…
<JakeInnaCoat> ((Got it covered. This is Jake… Amazing what’s in those pockets!))
<TrinaK> ::looks up, loads her gun in time:: Crud.
<JakeInnaCoat> ::spins and hurries down the hallway, listening for voices more than seeing::
<Steele> ::fires towards the handle ala the weasels from “Roger Rabbit” and gets the door open::
<TrinaK> ::runs for cover behind her filing cabinet::
<KittyCarver> ((<Weasels> Copy cat! ::whacks him with a plunger::))
<TrinaK> ((::LOL!::))
<JakeInnaCoat> ::hears DK’s deep voice snarling at Steele and stops by the office door, digs a high-powered flashlight out of his pocket::
<KittyCarver> ((<Other Weasels> ::laugh themselves dead::))
<KittyCarver> ::feels her way, finds the door::
<TrinaK> ::issa shaking as she keeps her gun leveled, prays her backup…whoever it is…comes in on time::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::finds Kitty beside him:: ::whispers:: Showtime in juuuust a sec….
<Steele> You’ve made this harder on yerself, Korat…painted yerself right into a corner! Ha!
<Dark Kat> I’ll be laying low…. Just make *sure* you win that election or *all* of this is for nothing!
<KittyCarver> <w> Now would be a good time, Clawson.
<JakeInnaCoat> ((<Trina> I can walk in paint! You too wussy to try?))
<E.Steele> And you make sure our supporters are there!
<TrinaK> ((LOL!))
<Dark Kat> If those pests are back… ::snarling::
<E. Steele> What pests?
<JakeInnaCoat> ::nudges Kitty:: I’ll deal with him…. You… wow the thugs.
<Dark Kat> Some soon to be deceased pests!
<KittyCarver> ::winks, though he can’t see it:: Just for you. ::goes in there::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::hits the flashlight on the far wall, setting it carefully on a table he feels on entering::
<E.Steele> They cannot interfere!
<Dark Kat> ::blinks at the sudden light… before Jake dives onto him::
<KittyCarver> ::as soon at the “spotlight” hits her, she notes all the goons:: Hi, boys.
<TrinaK> ::takes in a deep breath:: <I’ve gotta get this guy off my back…crud…Jake needs the backup…>
<JakeInnaCoat> ::hits DK as hard as he can, pushing toward the door::
<E. Steele> What?!
<JakeInnaCoat> ::rappels off DK, slugs E. Steele hard and, hoping he’s out, lunges back at DK::
<Thugs>::aim guns::
<E. Steele> :is on the floor::
<KittyCarver> :grins, sings:: You had plenty money in 1922. You let other women make a fool of you.
<JakeInnaCoat> ::panting:: <This is gonna kill me yet….>
<Thugs> O.o??
<Dark Kat> You want this alone, Clawson? Very well… I’ll kill you first… ::grabs Jake and slings him into the hallway::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::is slammed into the far wall::
<Steele> C’mon, Korat. Make it easier on yerself…gimme the tape and I’ll let ya live!
<KittyCarver> ::sings while approaching them:: Why don’t you do right? :runs her paws down her sides:: Like some other men do?
<Thugs> o.O?
<A Couple Thugs> ::stare rudely, drool::
<KittyCarver> ::rubs one leg up against another, lifting the dress up slightly:: Get out of here… ::punches one:: get me some ::kicks another:: money, too.
<JakeInnaCoat> ::is getting in a few hits, but getting tossed around a lot::
<TrinaK> <This is it….this is what I’ve been trained for…good kats…> ::leaps up, gun aimed, ready to fire::
<Dark Kat> Miss your partner? I’ll… ::hefts Jake into the air:: …help you… join him… ::flings Jake at a hall window::
<KittyCarver> ::singing while leaning against a few:: Now, if you had prepared 20 ::swings her hips, making them fall over and into each other:: years ago, you wouldn’t be ::throws some over her shoulder:: awonder from door to door. Why don’t you do right? ::knock two guys’ heads together, knockin’ them out:: Like some other men do?
<Steele> ::is a bit quicker, fires first, managing to nail her right between the collar and shoulder bone::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::slaps into the window, cracking the glass and falls to the floor, trying to land on his feet::
<TrinaK> ::screams, slams into the wall, and slides down::
<TrinaK> ::fights to remain conscious::
<Steele> ::aims again:: Say good night, Korat.
<KittyCarver> Get out of here… ::punches more:: get me some money too. Why don’t you do right… ::gets out her gun:: Like some other men… ::fires at the rest of ‘em:: Doooo?
<Max> ::bounds into the office where Trina is, grabbing Steele’s gun arm and jerking it up as he tackles::
<Steele> WHA?!
<KittyCarver> ::blows smoke away from barrel of gun, grins:: Knocked ‘em dead.
<Max> ::tries to force the gun from his hand::
<TrinaK> ::looks up from the floor, mentally breathes a sigh of relief::
<Max> ::is more or less sitting on him::
<Steele> ::is struggling:: Git offa me!
<Max> ::to Trina:: Hadta’ make a stop..
<Max> ::slugs him:: Hush. I’m talkin’.
<KittyCarver> ((::giggles::))
<TrinaK> ::holds on to her wound:: S’long as you stopped him…::weakly::
<Steele> ::is knocked out::
<Max> Yeah.. ::gets off him and goes to Trina:: You need a doctor…
<KittyCarver> ::goes out to look for Jake and DK, with flashlight, of course::
<TrinaK> ::tries to stand up, but she can’t::
<Figure> ::jumps outta nowhere and tackles Dark Kat::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::is seeing about three DK’s, blinks at the newcomer::
<Figure> ::attempts a headlock::
<Dark Kat> ::snarls, attempts to fling him off::
<KittyCarver> ::shows up, beams flashlight on figures::
<Max> ::scoops Trina up:: Lemme get you to the hospital… The fast way… ::starts to grow his wings::
<Figure> ::is flung, and somersaults. Blinks a tad at the light, but keeps his eyes on Dark Kat::
<TrinaK> ::nods, then, passes out::
<Dark Kat> ::sees him in the light:: It can’t be!
<KittyCarver> Huh?!
<JakeInnaCoat> ::blinks, knows he has head trauma now::
<ChanceFurlong> ::grinning:: Missed me, Dark Crud?
<KittyCarver> O_O
<KittyCarver> ((That’s who I thought it was!))
<ChanceFurlong> ::fists are balled up::
<KittyCarver> ((Really!))
<JakeInnaCoat> ::rasps:: Chance? ::stagger to his feet, leaning into the window::
<KittyCarver> ::blinks:: Chance?
<JakeInnaCoat> ((Heh… Knew we couldn’t let him be *really* dead, eh?))
<ChanceFurlong> Really thought I was dead, didn’t ya?
<ChanceFurlong> (( ;) ))
<KittyCarver> ((Something like that))
<Dark Kat> I had hoped… No matter… I’ll kill you again!
<KittyCarver> ::raises her gun:: Freeze!
<ChanceFurlong> In yer dreams…::eyes are narrowed::
<ChanceFurlong> ::turns to Kitty:: You and Jake get yer tails outta here…now.
<JakeInnaCoat> <Dark Kat> ::sees the gun, eyes narrow, dodges to the side… and lunges over Jake and out the window::
<KittyCarver> But–
<JakeInnaCoat> ::covers his head::
<KittyCarver> Aw, crud.
<ChanceFurlong> Crud….::runs to Jake:: You okay, buddy?
<KittyCarver> ::goes to the window, looking for DK:: ::bad word::
<JakeInnaCoat> Yeah.. But,… Dark Kat… He wouldn’t just…
<Dark Kat> ::is nowhere in sight::
<ChanceFurlong> ::shakes his head:: No…I have a gut feeling on where he’s headed…
<KittyCarver> ::sighs, turns back::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::stumbles to his feet:: But… you’re alive… How…?!
<KittyCarver> Let’s worry about ‘em later. I’m thinking we shoudl check on Korat.
<ChanceFurlong> It’s a long story…one I’ll gladly relate once that crud’s off the streets.
<JakeInnaCoat> ::nods:: Good idea.
<JakeInnaCoat> ::plane suddenly thunders over close to the building – issa… uhm… I hereby muddle time and it’s a blimp – yeah, yeah – the Rocketeer, I know::
<ChanceFurlong> ((LOL!))
<JakeInnaCoat> ::is heading for Enforcer HQ::
<ChanceFurlong> ::sees the blimp:: What in th’….
<Dark Kat> Well… When losing… best to take everyone with you… ::smiles evilly::
<JakeInnaCoat> Dark Kat!
<KittyCarver> Not again.
<ChanceFurlong> ::growls:: Jake, get to HQ as fast as you can…tell Feral what’s going on…::is looking up, sees a rope::
<JakeInnaCoat> And, what’re you doin?!
<ChanceFurlong> ::turns to him, his cocky smirk enveloping his face:: I’m gonna settle a little score…::runs and leaps up, grabbing the rope::
<KittyCarver> Get back here!
<JakeInnaCoat> Chance!
<JakeInnaCoat> ::growls, turns to Kitty:: We gotta get there the slow way I guess….
<ChanceFurlong> ::is already climbing up the rope::
<KittyCarver> I guess.
<JakeInnaCoat> <He’s gonna get himself killed… again!>
<ChanceFurlong> ::is halfway through::
<JakeInnaCoat> By the by… ::is already running down the hall:: … that was your brother….
<Katscratch> ::is headed towards HQ::
<KittyCarver> ::BLINKS::
<KittyCarver> ::is following:
<JakeInnaCoat> Yeah. Odd guy, eh?
<JakeInnaCoat> ::flings open the stairwell door::
<KittyCarver> Crazy if you asked me! ::grins:: He’s most defanently my brother.
<JakeInnaCoat> ::and pauses:: You up for a little added adventure?
<JakeInnaCoat> ::grins::
<KittyCarver> Sure. Whatcha have in mind?
<ChanceFurlong> ::is at his rope’s end–no pun intended::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::pulls a gun-like thing out of his pocket, has a large grappling hook mounted on its muzzle:: This. ::points the gun upward and squeezes the trigger, shooting the hook into the ceiling over the opening between the flights of stairs::
<JakeInnaCoat> S’a little doodad I worked up… If it works, I can get us down faster… If you’ll trust me…
<ChanceFurlong> ::finally reaches the door, finds it open::
<Dark Kat> ::meets Chance:: Hello again… Can’ you learn to die like most kats? ::flings a punch at him::
<KittyCarver> If I don’t, I owe you for savin’ my tail.
<JakeInnaCoat> Alright. You’ll haveta’ hold on to me…
<ChanceFurlong> ::dodges it and attempts a blow to the gut::
<KittyCarver> All right… ::wraps her arms around his waist::
<JakeInnaCoat> Awaaaay we go! ::swings out over the opening and hits the rope release sending them zooming downward::
<KittyCarver> Yeow!
<Dark Kat> ::absorbs it:: Not quite good enough…
<ChanceFurlong> ::flings himself over Dark Kat to land well away from the door:: I have enough lives ta spare…
<JakeInnaCoat> ::ropes comes to a stop about a foot from the bottom, bouncing them a bit:: Perfect length.. Hrmmm… Wasn’t sure if it was too long or not…
<Dark Kat> We shall see… ::produces a gun::
<ChanceFurlong> :freezes:: That…is cheating…
<KittyCarver> Do you have to be so scientific?
<Dark Kat> Love and war, you know…
<JakeInnaCoat> Hmm…? No. Just when I’m working with one of my… Nevermind.. ::sets her down and lets go himself to land on the floor::
<ChanceFurlong> All’s love and fair in war, yeah yeah…::runs to take cover::
<Dark Kat> ::shoots… and a dart ricochets off metal near Chance::
<ChanceFurlong> ::peeks out:: <Tranqs?!>
<KittyCarver> So now what?
<Dark Kat> A bit safer given our transportation here… This dart could never piere the blimp… your skin is another matter… and I fear you *would* die from this much poison…
<ChanceFurlong> ::issa hiding behind a crate:: Aww…greaaat…
<JakeInnaCoat> We get to HQ and warn them… And, maybe find a way to take that blimp down. C’mon! ::bolts for the doors::
<Dark Kat> Come now… It’s quick enough… ::loads another dart – gun is double-barreled::
<KittyCarver> :bolts after::
<ChanceFurlong> ::reaches for his handgun…the one on his shoulder holster::
<Dark Kat> ::stalks forward::
<Katscratch> ::is already at HQ doors::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::pauses outside, seeing a cab:: TAXI!!!!
<ChanceFurlong> ::jumps up and aims, but doesn’t fire:: Don’ take another step.
<KittyCarver> ::sticks her leg out::
<Taxi Driver> ::was starting to ignore Jake – end of his shift and all – SLAMS on those brakes at Kitty::
<Cab> ::fishtails::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::looks at Kitty, looks away blushing and dashes for the cab::
<Feral> ::issa hiding the info::
<KittyCarver> ::grins:: C’mon, doncha wish you could do that? :follows::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::to cabbie:: The lady and I need a ride.
<KittyCarver> ::bats her eyes at cabbie::
<Cabbie> Uh…where to??
<Cabbie> Hop in…. Tho’ you can sit up front, Sweetcakes… ::to Kitty:: ((Hit him anytime…))
<KittyCarver> Enforcer Headquaters.
<KittyCarver> And I’d rather sit in the back, thanks. ::gets in the back::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::rolls his eyes and clambers in::
<KittyCarver> And DON’T call me sweetcakes.
<Enforcer> ::runs into the office:: Sir! It’s Katscratch! he’s downstairs!
<Feral> What!?
<JakeInnaCoat> ((<Kitty> ::shoves her tommy into the back of his neck:: And, DON’T call me Sweetcakes!))
<ChanceFurlong> ((LOL))
<KittyCarver> ((Good one.))
<Cab> ::roars outta there::
<Dark Kat> Come out, come out. Hiding now?
<ChanceFurlong> ::jumps up and aims, but doesn’t fire:: Don’ take another step.
<Dark Kat> ::Chance is behind him, freezes::
<ChanceFurlong> I c’n fire this thing and send us both flying, how wouldja like that?
<Dark Kat> ::calmly:: Have you met my… pets? ::creeplings – previously unseen – attack Chance::
<ChanceFurlong> Huh?!
<ChanceFurlong> ::attacks back at the little creeps::
<Creeplings> ::bite, chew, chatter, yadda::
<Dark Kat> ::tries to get a shot at Chance::
<Cab> ::skids to a stop by HQ::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::to Kitty:: Let’s go! ::gets out, waits lest the cabbie try anything::
<KittyCarver> Thanks, doll. ::tosses ‘em a quarter.:: Keep the change.
<KittyCarver> ::runs after Jake::
<Cabbie> ::fumes, but is no longer a part of this story, so poor him::
<ChanceFurlong> ((<Jake> They’ve got my yadda!))
<ChanceFurlong> ::punches a few, kicks a few, etc.::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::dashes inside::
<Dark Kat> ::nails a creepling instead of Chance – it expires::
<JakeInnaCoat> ((::dies at the yadda bit!::))
<KittyCarver> ::follows::
<ChanceFurlong> ::dives at Dark Kat, wrestles to get the gun outta his hands::
<Dark Kat> ::fights back::
<Blimp> ::is nearing HQ::
<KittyCarver> ::looks outside:: Blimp’s gettin’ close, Clawson.
<JakeInnaCoat> ::nods:: Yeah…
<JakeInnaCoat> ::bellows:: Everyone! Dark Kat’s on his way in a zeppelin!
<Present Enforcers> ::blinkblink::
<Katscratch> ::is talking to Steele while they hold Feral at gunpoint:: You have no idea where it is?!
<JakeInnaCoat> Dark Kat’s comin’ in a blimp!
<ChanceFurlong> Yer gonna be sorry fer whatja did!
<Enforcers> Oh!
<JakeInnaCoat> ::smacks a hand into his head::
<Katscratch> ::aims a gun at Jake and Co:: Don’ move.
<ChanceFurlong> ((LOL))
<JakeInnaCoat> ::sees him for the first time:: Drat….
<KittyCarver> Crud.
<Dark Kat> I’d doubt it… ::slams an elbow into Chance’s stomach::
<Steele> I’m gonna ask for the last time, Feral. Where’s the info.
<ChanceFurlong> OOf!! ::sinks to the floor clutching his stomach:
<JakeInnaCoat> ::to Katscratch:: It’s over Katscratch… Dark Kat means to destroy this place… If you don’t leave, you’re toast too….
<Katscratch> Not until I get what I came for.
<KittyCarver> And it’s getting big in the window.
<JakeInnaCoat> Fine. You’ve got about three minutes…
<Feral> I don’t have it.
<Steele> Whadda ya mean ya don’t have it?!
<Dark Kat> Let’s end it, Furlong… ::aims the gun at him – one dart left::
<KittyCarver> ::eyes scan the room, eyes the enforcer mail boxes or whatever::
<Feral> Korat took it with her…and thanks to you she’s in the hospital.
<JakeInnaCoat> ((<Max> ::walks in:: And, she had me eat it! It was nummy! ::beams::))
<ChanceFurlong> ::stands and aims a gun towards Dark Kat’s head:: Lets…
<ChanceFurlong> ((::dies!::))
<KittyCarver> ((Good one!))
<Katscratch> ::growls::
<Dark Kat> A game of chicken, is it?
<ChanceFurlong> Yeah…::grins:: What’s it gonna be?
<JakeInnaCoat> ::watches Katscratch, looking for him to get distracted::
<Dark Kat> I can die…
<Dark Kat> So long as you and the Enforcers go with me…
<Katscratch> ::turns to Steele:: You coulda taken the info outta her *before* killing her!!
<ChanceFurlong> Sorry…that ain’t in my schedule…::has a death grip on the trigger:
<KittyCarver> :while Katscratch is distracted, makes a dash for the box thing::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::rips a gun outta an Enforcer’s holster and shoots Katscratch, aiming for the lower leg::
<KittyCarver> ((Is the tape still in Feral’s box thing?))
<Dark Kat> But, it’s in mine… ::smiles:: My Creeplings will fly this zeppelin straight into Enforcer HQ once we’re both dead…
<Katscratch> Argh!! ::falls to the floor clutching his leg:: Clawson!!
<JakeInnaCoat> ::aims the gun at Steele now that KS is outta the way:: Freeze!
<KittyCarver> ::gets into Feral’s box thing, takes out the tape::
<ChanceFurlong> ::eyes are narrowed, but at the same time is freaking out:: <Crud>
<KittyCarver> Feral didn’t get his mail? Lazy son of a…
<Steele> ::aims towards Jake::
<KittyCarver> ::shoots the gun from Steele’s hand::
<Steele> huh?!
<JakeInnaCoat> ::blinks:: I was gonna do that! ::keeps his gun levelled on Steele::
<KittyCarver> :blows the smoke away:: Not your day, is it?
<Steele> ::growls:: Too late, Clawson…
<JakeInnaCoat> Stay, Steele, or join Katscratch in surgery…
<JakeInnaCoat> Make me… and you’ll join some of those thugs in the morgue…
<Feral> *What* is going on here?!
<Dark Kat> ::just eyes Chance::
<KittyCarver> Hey, Feral, you’re missing the party.
<JakeInnaCoat> Long story, Commander… But, would you lock up Steele and Katscratch for us?
<ChanceFurlong> ::eyes are pretty much stuck on his:: Well? Aren’t ya gonna pull the trigger?
<JakeInnaCoat> ::gun is still aimed at Steele::
<KittyCarver> ::ditto::
<Feral> With pleasure. ::orders his men to take them::
<JakeInnaCoat> ((<Chance> ::is getting a crick in his neck, looking up at DK:: Shoot, you! This hurts!))
<KittyCarver> Oh, and Feral?
<ChanceFurlong> ((ROFL!!!!!!!!))
<Dark Kat> ::smiles… and fires::
<Feral> ::turns to Kitty::
<KittyCarver> ::tosses him the tape:: A little evidence for ya.
<ChanceFurlong> ::dodged right on time, rolls, and fires himself::
<Feral> ::catches it, blinking::
<Dark Kat> ::takes the hit and stumbles into the controls::
<Dark Kat> ::sends the blimp into a dive::
<KittyCarver> Steele’s been trying to get his paws on that, as have Dark Crud and Katscratch.
<JakeInnaCoat> ::seeing the goons in hand, spins to see the blimp plunging:; Oh…. crud…
<ChanceFurlong> ::Stands up and is thrown into the controls himself:: Crud…
<KittyCarver> Crud…
<KittyCarver> ::why not? She and Jake say that at the same time::
<Dark Kat> ::staggers up to assures himself they’ll crash on HQ before collapsing::
<KittyCarver> ::with Chance. ^_^::
<ChanceFurlong> ::turns to fight the controls and lure it towards the bay::
<JakeInnaCoat> ((::dies!:: I can see that inna movie… Shot of Chance – Crud. Shot of Jake – Crud. Shot of Kitty – Crud.))
<ChanceFurlong> ((ROFL!!!!))
<KittyCarver> ((Or the screen splits into 3 and they all say it))
<ChanceFurlong> ((::dies!::))
<KittyCarver> ((Anime thing!))
<JakeInnaCoat> ((Yeah! Uhm… that needs to be followed by a boom… Someone… light that blimp!))
<ChanceFurlong> ::is suddenly thrown back::
<JakeInnaCoat> ((<Max> ::obliging, flies up and lights one end of it like a huge cigar::))
<ChanceFurlong> ((ROFL!!!))
<JakeInnaCoat> ((::the exploding type!::))
<Dark Kat> ::staggers to his feet:: ::looks, realizes they won’t hit HQ:: Everything! Ruined! ::snarls::
<ChanceFurlong> ::turns to find a barrel of gunpowder behind him:: There’s only one way to end thing….::grabs his gun::
<Dark Kat> Well… no matter.. Goodbye, Furlong! ::goes to leap into the bay::
<ChanceFurlong> Huh?! ::turns in time to see him disappear: Crud….
<JakeInnaCoat> ::dashes outside to see what’s happening with the blimp::
<Dark Kat> ::was aiming for the bay… hits a boat instead… it ain’t pretty::
<ChanceFurlong> ((OUCH!))
<KittyCarver> ((He dead? Aw, and I wanted a shot at him!))
<KittyCarver> ::follows::
<JakeInnaCoat> ((C’n he go that way? Well… he’s purple so he’s weird… He could live… Call it!))
<ChanceFurlong> ((<Dark Kat> ::Bounces off three boats before hitting the bay:: <Chance> Ouch…))
<KittyCarver> ((Kitty wants her shot at him))
<JakeInnaCoat> ((<Chance> Wow… He’s made a’ rubber…))
<ChanceFurlong> ((ROFL!))
<JakeInnaCoat> C’mon! ::to Kitty as he dashes that way::
<KittyCarver> ::does so::
<JakeInnaCoat> ((He try to shoot Jake as his dying act of vengence and Kitty nails him?))
<KittyCarver> ((Yup))
<JakeInnaCoat> ((<Chance> And, he says *I* won’t die?! Who’s he ta’ talk!!!!))
<ChanceFurlong> ::looks towards a few crates:: Wha’….::then he realizes:: The weapon supply….::grins:: This’ll be a great display of fireworks…
<ChanceFurlong> ((ROFL!!!!!))
<JakeInnaCoat> ::keeps an eye on the sky as he runs::
<ChanceFurlong> ::looks down towards the bay:: S’long as I don’ land flat on my stomach….::fires his gun towards the gunpowder….and dives off the blimp::
<KittyCarver> Don’t do this to me, Chance, I’ve worked to long hunting you down to lose you now.
<JakeInnaCoat> ::skids to a stop on a long pier at the explosion goes off:: Crud… Chance!
<KittyCarver> No!
<KittyCarver> ::stops by Jake::
<Dark Kat> ::laying sprawled painfully on a nearby boat, raises slowly, tediously to see Jake:: One down… One to go… ::produces a real gun and carefully aims at the unsuspecting Jake, breathing with tremendous effort::
<KittyCarver> ::looks down at the water, sees DK’s reflection holding a gun::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::is just staring at the explosion::
<KittyCarver> ::takes out her gun, aims what looks like at Jake::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::turns to look at Kitty:: Kitty?! ::seeing the gun::
<KittyCarver> Move your tail!
<JakeInnaCoat> ::hits the dirt… er… wood!::
<KittyCarver> ::fires at DK’s hand::
<Dark Kat> ::screams and drops the gun::
<KittyCarver> THAT, was for my brother.
<Dark Kat> ::flops down, still… dead or alive, who knows?::
<ChanceFurlong> ((<DK> OKAY OKAY!! I’m dead!! I’m dead! ))
<KittyCarver> ::shoots at the boat, making a bunch of holes:: That’s for almost drowning me!
<Dark Kat> ::is quite dead now::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::gets to his feet:: Uhm… Kitty?
<ChanceFurlong> ::creeps up onto the pier, without making noise::
<KittyCarver> ((Didn’t want him QUITE dead. Had a surprise and a “And THAT was for me.”))
<Dark Kat> ::SEEMS dead::
<JakeInnaCoat> ((<DK> Stop reviving me! Let me DIE!!!))
<ChanceFurlong> ((LOL))
<KittyCarver> ((OK, he’s dead. it might be better if it was at the hospital))
<KittyCarver> And THAT was for everything else I missed.
<KittyCarver> ::doesn’t notice Chance yet::
<JakeInnaCoat> ((Let’s let him die here…))
<JakeInnaCoat> ::is still recovering from the last near miss::
<KittyCarver> ::blows the smoke away from her gun::
<ChanceFurlong> ::issa on his knees, gasping for breath:: Ya really wanted that guy dead, huh?
<JakeInnaCoat> ::blinkblinks, loooooks:: Chance?!
<KittyCarver> :surprised:: O_O You might say that…
<ChanceFurlong> ::smirks::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::is perched in a chair by Trina’s bed, nudging Chance:: The whole story.. and soon…
<TrinaK> ::is still outcold, tho’ the bullet’s been removed::
<KittyCarver> Feral got the evidence, Steele and Katsratched are in the slam, and Dark Crud’s dead.
<JakeInnaCoat> I meant his dying act…
<Max> ::smirks:: I heard it… Tho’ now he has the real hard part ahead… Telling Mom….
<Chance> ::sighs:: Feral covered it. Those cruds may’ve left me fer dead…but that wasn’t my body they found…
<Max> ::is nibbling Trina’s dinner tray – she’s out, she won’t be eating it – sides, it’s nasty stuff anyways::
<JakeInnaCoat> Last I heard they didn’t even *find* a body… ::pause:: And, no, I don’t care to know whose they did find..
<Chance> I figured I’d lay low til I found where that crud was and what his intentions were…
<JakeInnaCoat> ::nods, slaps Max’s hand:: Not your food.
<KittyCarver> Gawd, Chance, you let me track you down after all these years and I found out you were “dead.” I should kill you for that.
<Chance> Well how was I supposed ta know I had a sister?
<JakeInnaCoat> Look it up. ::just smirks::
<KittyCarver> Coulda asked Dad.
<ChanceF> ::reaches over to thwap Jake lightly::
<KittyCarver> ::giggles::
<ChanceF> Oh, pa-leez….
<KittyCarver> Boy, do I have a story to tell when I get back.
<Trina> ::with a weak voice upon hearing Jake whine:: Yeah…yer not the one inna hospital bed…
<JakeInnaCoat> I think we have lots of stories to tell around here… ::smacks Max away from the food again:: Chance… Feed this guy…
<JakeInnaCoat> ::blinks down at Trina:: Hey! Yer awake!
<KittyCarver> ::claps::
<Max> ::claps, eyes food::
<Trina> ::grins:: And yer alive, thank heaven. ::to all three of them:: ::to Chance:: You especially….
<ChanceF> Yeah yeah. It’s a long story I gotta tell you sometime…
<KittyCarver> :takes out a pad of paper and a pencil:: Well, guess my assignment here’s done. ::crosses something off on the paper and puts it back in her purse::
<JakeInnaCoat> Yeah… We’re gonna haveta’ get on ‘im about the playing dead…
<Trina> ::smirks::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::pause, twitches an ear at Kitty:: Assignment?
<ChanceF> ::turns to Kitty:: Assignment?
<Trina> ::just listens::
<KittyCarver> ::takes out her wallet, opens it up and shows it to Jake:: Katarina Furlong, uncover officer of the New Orlean Police Department. ::shows a badge::
<ChanceF> Yer a cop?!
<JakeInnaCoat> How’d ya’ get here?!
<KittyCarver> Like brother, like sister, eh?
<Trina> ::gets herself up into a sitting position:: That’s what I’d like ta know…
<KittyCarver> Took a plane. ::grin::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::nods:: Bu… but… How’d you get assigned here? How? Who? Where? ::pauses to smirk:: Sometimes why?
<KittyCarver> :chuckles:: Katscratch forget to mention he had his ‘nip operation in Orleans, too?
<ChanceF> ((<Donatello> He forgot who and why!))
<KittyCarver> ((He said who!))
<KittyCarver> ((And why))
<JakeInnaCoat> ((<Jake> I did who and why! ::thwaps:: Stop stealing my voice you!))
<KittyCarver> ((How ironic))
<ChanceF> ((ROFL!!))
<JakeInnaCoat> ::just shakes his head::
<Max> ::blinkblink::
<Trina> Hoo boy….
<ChanceF> Oh brother…eem..sister…
<KittyCarver> It lead me here. When I learned he owned the Kit Kat Club, I went unndercover as Kitty Carver to get what I needed to nail ‘em. And when I learned that they had something to do with my brudder, well… need I go on?
<Max> ::snickers at Chance::
<Trina> ::lies back down::
<ChanceF> I getcha….
<JakeInnaCoat> Not really… I think we can piece it together…
<KittyCarver> OK, so after I learned that they “killed” Chance, it began to get a little personal.
<Trina> Please…someone tell me…Feral got the tape and Steele got nailed? Along with Dark Crud and Katscratch?
<KittyCarver> Yes on all counts.
<Trina> ::breathes a sigh of relief::
<KittyCarver> Dark Crud won’t be botherin’ us anymore.
<JakeInnaCoat> Dark Crud’s… making a mess down at the docks. Katscratch is a few floors below getting a bullet out of his leg. His next stop is Alkatraz.
<KittyCarver> And you wondered why I carried a tommy.
<Trina> I’m not asking how he died….
<ChanceF> And believe me, you don’t wanna know…
<JakeInnaCoat> Best not. It wasn’t… pretty..
<KittyCarver> Like I said, it was personal.
<JakeInnaCoat> At any rate, they’re all gone. Feral and the Enforcers arrested both Steele’s, Dark Kat’s dead, and Katscratch is getting life.
<Trina> ::turns a bit to lie on her side:: So I take it Manx is our mayor fer the next few terms?
<JakeInnaCoat> Pretty much… ::pauses, eyes Chance:: And, you – Mr. I-Was-Dead-Now-I’m-Not – have to tell your wife you’re alive!
<KittyCarver> And it looks like I’ll be going back to New Orleans and call this case “closed.”
<ChanceF> Tell me something I don’t know.
<KittyCarver> ::snicker::
<Max> ::snickers himself, nudges Trina:: You gonna eat the carrots?
<KittyCarver> ::hands Chance a piece of paper with her number on it, hands it to everybody else:: Keep in touch.
<Trina> ::gives Max the most pathetic look she could develop:: They’re all yours.
<JakeInnaCoat> ::looks down at it:: You got it, Kitty… or should I say Katarina?
<ChanceF> Will do…::pause:: You better keep in touch.
<Max> Aw! I can’t eat it with you giving me that face! Here… ::shoves the whole tray her way::
<KittyCarver> ::grins:: I’ll be ringing you up so much, your phone bill will be killer.
<Trina> Maaaax…I can’t eat.
<JakeInnaCoat> Why not just stay around?
<KittyCarver> Anybody wanna drive me to the airport? ::is in the doorway::
<ChanceF> ::smirks::
<Max> Really? Why not?
<KittyCarver> Would stay, but I forgot to cancel the milk kat. And I have unanswered mail piled up for the last few weeks.
<ChanceF> ((<Trina> ::grabs the tray and is ready to smack him one::))
<JakeInnaCoat> Uhm… ::gets up, shoves Chance down lest he thought of it:: You – see wife – now. I can… hail you a cab…
<JakeInnaCoat> I… uh… don’t have a car.
<JakeInnaCoat> ::to Kitty::
<KittyCarver> ::nods, walks out, is kinda waiting for him::
<Max> ::half-sighs, munches out of Trina’s sight::
<ChanceF> Yeah yeah…I’ll let ya know…I’ll prolly die in the line of fire….
<JakeInnaCoat> ::trots after her, his trenchcoat draped over one arm::
<KittyCarver> ::downstairs, they’re on the street.::
<KittyCarver> Well…
<Trina> ::gets up again::
<Max> ::smirks at Chance, pauses, mid-carrot:: Wait! I have someone to see!
<JakeInnaCoat> Yes? ::comes up behind her, putting his coat back on::
<ChanceF> ::turns to look at him:: Someone?…::pauses:: Ohhh…::grins:: That mean my li’l boy’s all grown up?
<KittyCarver> Nice to know I have some family left.
<JakeInnaCoat> Quite a bit really.
<KittyCarver> ((::snickers at Chance’s line::))
<KittyCarver> ::bites her lip slightly, like she wants to say more::
<Max> What?! ::chokes on his carrot, ends up spitting it across the room::
<JakeInnaCoat> What? ::eyeing Kitty curiously::
<JakeInnaCoat> ((::snickers at Sage::))
<KittyCarver> :pushes her hair back::
<ChanceF> C’mon, like I haven’t seen ya talk to Ms. O’Klaw fer the past couple days. Gimme a break, Maxwell…
<KittyCarver> Thanks for everything.
<JakeInnaCoat> Was nuthin’! ::looks away, hiding under the fedora/hat::
<Max> ::blurts, more flying carrots – whee!:: You were spying on me too?!
<KittyCarver> ::lets her bangs cast shadows over her eyes, also looking away::
<ChanceF> I was making sure yer tail was safe, thank you.
<JakeInnaCoat> ::peeks at her under the hat::
<JakeInnaCoat> <Max> ::grunts:: Spying…
<KittyCarver> ((<Carrots> Whee! I love the Maxie-Spit-Take Ride! Again! Again!))
<ChanceF> ((ROFL!!!!))
<JakeInnaCoat> ((::DIES!::))
<KittyCarver> ((Yeah! I made a funny!))
<KittyCarver> ::clear her throat:: Feel like something’s stopping me from going.
<JakeInnaCoat> ((::covers her snickers before she wakes Beth up::))
<JakeInnaCoat> Uhm… The lack of cab?
<ChanceF> It wasn’t spying…::pause:: It was…okay…maybe it was…but what can I say? I’m a cop…::shrugs::
<KittyCarver> Nah, something else.
<Max> Hmph! I was trying to be get out on my own a little, Dad! I’m twenty years old!
<JakeInnaCoat> ::lifts his hat a bit:: And, that something is….?
<Trina> ::rubs her eyes. Doesn’t know what hurts more: her shoulder and collarbone, or her head::
<KittyCarver> ::turns away, blushes a bit:: Nuthin’…
<JakeInnaCoat> ((<Max> In the twenties, weren’t you a man at twelve?! <Chance> Drat! Didnt’ make you go to work early enough!))
<ChanceF> ::smirks:: Yer still my son, kiddo.
<Max> ::glances at Trina::
<ChanceF> ((::DIES!!::))
<KittyCarver> ((Ain’t this the 20s?))
<JakeInnaCoat> ((That’s Max’s point!))
<JakeInnaCoat> Uhm… ::can’t think of anything, so he just screams at a likely cab::
<KittyCarver> ::jumps a little::
<Trina> ::rubs her eyes, then starts laughing:: Just listen to yourselves…
<JakeInnaCoat> ((<Jake> ::screams himself hoarse, then looks at Kitty:: Alright… ::rasps:: make with the leg thing again already!))
<JakeInnaCoat> Oops… Sorry…
<ChanceF> ((::dies!!::))
<JakeInnaCoat> ::sheepish::
<KittyCarver> ::the song wasn’t out at the time, but what the heck? “I Will Always Love You” playing::
<KittyCarver> ::grins, chuckles::
<Max> What? ::defensively:: It was him!
<ChanceF> He started it!
<Max> Did not!
<JakeInnaCoat> ::grins, cab pulls up, opens the door for Kitty:: Uhm… After you?
<ChanceF> I’m yer old man! When I say ya did, ya did!
<KittyCarver> Right. :gets in::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::gets in after her::
<Max> I’m old enough to be on my own now, thank you!
<ChanceF> Yer still a rookie!
<Cab> ::heads for the airport::
<KittyCarver> ((I feel a Casablanca scene gonna go on!))
<JakeInnaCoat> ::studies his shoes as though they were suddenly fascinating::
<ChanceF> ((<Trina> ::buzzes for the nurse::))
<KittyCarver> ::they’re both standing by the plane::
<JakeInnaCoat> ((<Nurse> ::arrives:: Yes, Ma’am? <Trina> Remove them from my sight!))
<ChanceF> ((LOL))
<JakeInnaCoat> ::looks up at the plane:: Well, you’re flyin’ better’n the flying crates me and Chance flew in the war….
<KittyCarver> ::finally speaks:: Quite an adventure, huh?
<JakeInnaCoat> Yeah… Just glad all of us good guys are still alive…
<KittyCarver> I guess.
<Trina> Chancellor, Maxwell…::calm voice:: Dontcha think you outta take this somewhere else?
<JakeInnaCoat> You guess? Who ya’ want dead? ::is half-smiling::
<Max> Oh… Sorry, Trina….
<ChanceF> Yeh…::pause:: I think…I better head home.
<KittyCarver> Didn’t mean it like that.
<Max> Want me to come and help hold Mom at bay?
<JakeInnaCoat> What did you mean? ::hands in pockets, eyeing the plane::
<KittyCarver> ((I found that famous speech!))
<ChanceF> ::smirks:: Guess that would be the wisest…
<KittyCarver> Don’t know. Guess I had my mind on other things.
<Max> ::nods, stands:: But… can I find Nina first?
<KittyCarver> ((Rick Blaine: Last night we said a great many things. You said I was to do the thinking for both of us. Well, I’ve done a lot of it since then, and it all adds up to one thing: you’re getting on that plane with Victor where you belong. ))
<ChanceF> You go ahead. Not like I c’n stop ya anyway. ::smiles::
<JakeInnaCoat> ((<Jake> Last night we fought a great many thugs.. You said it was personal with Dark Kat and you nailed him good. Well, it all adds up to one thing: you’re getting on that plane but this is still going to be a happy ending.))
<ChanceF> ((::dies!!!::))
<KittyCarver> ((Let’s do that!))
<Max> ::grins big and dives out the window, growing wings as he goes::
<JakeInnaCoat> ((THAT?!))
<ChanceF> ((O.o?))
<KittyCarver> ((::blink:: It was funny!))
<KittyCarver> I feel like I shouldn’t even go for some reason.
<JakeInnaCoat> ((Okies!))
<ChanceF> ::watches Max go::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::thinks it over:: Go now… Come back later. ::grins:: It’s a small enough country….
<KittyCarver> ::thinks:: <Of all the kats in all the countries in all the world, I had to fall for this one.>
<KittyCarver> Still…
<JakeInnaCoat> Still? Hey… You don’t have to go… The Furlong’s would have you… And, this city’s cops could sure use you…
<KittyCarver> ::bites her lip::
<Trina> ::can almost guess what he’s thinking:: Go ahead and tell her, Chance. You can tell me the whole story later…either that or I’ll weasel it outta Jake….
<JakeInnaCoat> ::takes her hands:: Look… Kitty, Katarina, whatever…. You don’t have to decide anything now… You can get on that plane, change your mind and get right back on when you get there….
<ChanceF> ::smiles a tad: It’s how I’m gonna explain it that worries me…you gonna be okay?
<PA> Flight 251 to New Orleans, now boarding.
<KittyCarver> ::thinks:: <If I stay, he’ll figure it out that I’ve come to like him. Ah, he wouldn’t feel the same for me. I’m just another dame to him.>
<KittyCarver> I guess.
<ChanceF> <Trina> ::nods:: Max did me a favor and ate for me. ::grins:: I’ll be fine. Go on.
<JakeInnaCoat> C’mon… We can walk to that plane… or walk back out of here… Either way, nuthin’s permanent…
<ChanceF> ::ruffles her hair before he goes:: I’ll come back later, cuz. ::leaves the room::
<KittyCarver> With my line of work, it is. ::kisses him on the cheek, then walks up the stares to the plane, doesn’t look back and gets on::
<KittyCarver> ::the song plays again::
<JakeInnaCoat> :;blinks, watches her go:: ::has no clue what he’s feeling – he’ll figure it out later::
<KittyCarver> ::pretends she’s not looking out the window at him, but she really is.::
<Max> ::lands outside the Kit Kat Club and dissolves his wings so he appears normal again::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::can’t see in the tiny windows, but waves anyway::
<KittyCarver> ::as the plane takes off into the sky, she begins to cry::
<NinaSK> ::is in her room, packing::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::watches after it, sighs, and ambles toward… the Furlongs’ on foot::
<Max> ::comes slinking around the back rooms curiously::
<MaxSK> ::spies Nina, knocks softly on her doorframe::
<NinaSK> ((Was figuring since DarK Kat’s dead, she outta be leavin’ the joint anyway…))
<MaxSK> ((::nods::))
<KittyCarver> ((Rumor has it, they’ll do Casablanca scene, too!))
<NinaSK> :;looks up from her suitcase, kinda has that “YOU”RE ALIVE!” face going on:: Max?!
<MaxSK> ((<Nina> ::attempts to do Casablanca, leaves…. unpacks Max in her luggage later::))
<NinaSK> ((::dies!::))
<KittyCarver> ((::giggles!::))
<MaxSK> In the fur!
<NinaSK> ::runs and gives him a hug:: Are you okay? What happened?
<KittyCarver> ((Thought he was dead or something?))
<MaxSK> ((<Max> ::is wearing her underwear on his head blushing madly:: I didn’t see it!))
<NinaSK> ((LOLOLOL))
<MaxSK> I’m fine! ::hugs her:: Dark Kat’s dead and everyone else is heading to Alkatraz.
<NinaSK> He’s dead? ::sighs deeply: He finally got what he deserved…
<MaxSK> Yeah… ::pauses, eyes light:: And, guess what?!
<NinaSK> What?
<MaxSK> ::swoops her off her feet as though she weighed nothing:: My Dad’s alive! ::sorta dances, holding feet a few inches above the floor::
<KittyCarver> ((<Maxie> Daddy’s alive! ::hugs tightly!::))
<KittyCarver> ((<Maxie> ::dances with a lampshade on his head::))
<MaxSK> ((<Maxie> ::is promptly grabbed and squeezed by Sagey as he’s Max’s baby form::))
<NinaSK> ((ROFL!!))
<NinaSK> ::grins and hugs him again:: I’m so happy to hear that! What about Steele?
<MaxSK> BOTH of ‘em get cells by Katscratch!
<MaxSK> ::finally sets her back down::
<NinaSK> ::smiles:; That means I don’t hafta worry about him anymore…::sighs::
<MaxSK> Nopes. None of them. So… what’ll you do now… ::suddenly looking at the floor::
<NinaSK> ::looks at her luggage:: I don’t know…I’ve gotten a lease…had enough money anyway…so I’m moving out…
<MaxSK> Tooo…..?
<NinaSK> A good five miles away from this joint…as long as I’m away from all…::looks around:: this…
<MaxSK> ::nodnods:: Wo… would I be able to find you there? I can fly!
<NinaSK> ::grins: I’d love that.
<KittyCarver> ((<Max>5 miles? There’s so much ground with 5 miles around here! I’ll never find you!))
<NinaSK> ((LOL))
<MaxSK> ((S’a big city! And, crowded! You could get lost in five miles of NYC!))
<MaxSK> ::beams:: Me too…
<NinaSK> ::smiles, and for the first time, blushes::
<MaxSK> ::is giddy, sorta dancing around::
<NinaSK> ::giggles, then goes and finally locks her suitcase:: There.
<MaxSK> Need any help?
<NinaSK> If you wanna help…don’ have much with me…::is holding one lowly suitcase::
<MaxSK> Well then… ::snatches it:: I’ll be the pack mule, m’lady…
<NinaSK> ::laughs:: You’re silly.
<MaxSK> I try… Shall we? ::motions to the door::
<NinaSK> ::looks back once more, then turns:: Let’s go.
<MaxSK> ::nods,… and bounds out into the night sky::
<NinaSK> ::merges her wings and follows::

<JakeInnaCoat> ::a month later, is sitting in a chair at the Furlongs showing Max how to clean a pistol::
<KittyCarver> ::Kitty/Katarina hasn’t really made contact with Jake::
<Max> I can do that…
<JakeInnaCoat> Last time you didn’t do even a half-baked job… If yer gonna be workin’ with me an Chance, you’d best at least keep yer weapon clean…
<KittyCarver> ((<Callie> Keep his GUN clean? He can’t even keep his ROOM clean!))
<Max> ::pouts and watches::
<ChanceFurlong> ::walks into the room:: What he said…
<ChanceFurlong> ((::dies!!::))
<JakeInnaCoat> ((<Callie> And, he can’t have one anyway! ::snatches it away::))
<ChanceFurlong> ((::dies!!::))
<KittyCarver> ((<Max> Maaaaaaaa!!!!))
<JakeInnaCoat> ((<Jake> But, Callie… Punching doesn’t always.. ::gets glared at:: Alright, alright.. Max… Let me show you this new gadget I made… I call it a glove-a-trix… Get it?))
<ChanceFurlong> ((<Callie> ::faints::))
<Max> ::gives Chance the glare::
<ChanceFurlong> ::gives it back: And ya better learn ta watch yer back a bit more…
<Max> Yeah, yeah… ::sighs::
<ChanceFurlong> ::smirks:: You’ll get it soon enough, son.
<Max> ::sighs:: Hopefully before the next case…
<KittyCarver> ::doorbell rings or a knock comes on the door, whatever was invited at the time::
<Callie> ::gets the door::
<ChanceFurlong> ::is checking his own gun::
<Callie> ::steps into the room with the guys:: We have company… And, put that thing away in the house.. ::gives the gun the glare::
<ChanceFurlong> ::holsters it fast::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::puts it away:: So, who’s here?
<Callie> ::steps aside so Kitty/Kat can come in::
<KittyCarver> ::peaks her head into the living room or wherever they are:: Missed me?
<JakeInnaCoat> ::blinks::
<Max> Kitty! Uhm… Aunt Kitty!
<ChanceFurlong> ::eyes are wide::
<KittyCarver> Katarina.
<Max> Katarina then.
<JakeInnaCoat> So, you’re back… ::hesitates:: To stay?
<Katarina> ::kinda hesitates herself:: Afraid not. On another mission.
<ChanceFurlong> Mission?
<JakeInnaCoat> ANOTHER?
<Max> Yes! Can we help?!
<Katarina> Assignment. Whatever.
<ChanceFurlong> What’s the deal?
<Katarina> We’ll see.
<JakeInnaCoat> Who, what, where, and when? ::reins Max in with a hand on his belt end::
<ChanceFurlong> ::looks back at Jake and then at Katarina::
<Katarina> I was in the neighborhood and decided to drop by.
<JakeInnaCoat> ::gives Chance a “I-know-that-look-stop-it” look::
<Katarina> ((Tee hee))
<JakeInnaCoat> Sure! ::pause:: Uhm… Well, that is… If Chance and Callie don’ mind…
<ChanceFurlong> ::gives Jake a “What-look-?” look::
<ChanceFurlong> I’m on it.
<JakeInnaCoat> ::gives Chance the “You-know-stop-playing-dumb” look::
<Max> ::gives both a “You-two-are-weird” look::
<ChanceFurlong> ::gives Jake the “I-am-not-playing-dumb-knock-it-off” look::
<JakeInnaCoat> ((Kat> If you people don’t stop eyeing each other strangely… ::whips out her tommy and fires into the ceiling::))
<JakeInnaCoat> ::small glower::
<ChanceFurlong> ((<Callie> ::gives them the “Knock-it-off-with-the-looks” look::))
<KatarinaSK> ::clears her throat loudly::
<ChanceFurlong> When do ya start?
<KatarinaSK> Tomorrow morning.
<JakeInnaCoat> And, how long will you be here?
<JakeInnaCoat> ((Duh, Jake – ’til she’s done.))
<KatarinaSK> Not sure.
<ChanceFurlong> Exactly what does this involve…::pauses:: Anybody we know who’s outta jail?
<KatarinaSK> Oh, nobody you know.
<JakeInnaCoat> ((<Kat> We-ell… You’re gonna hate this… Dark Kat’s alive. <Chance, Jake, Max> ::faint::))
<JakeInnaCoat> New guys? From Orleans?
<KatarinaSK> Mmm-hmm.
<ChanceFurlong> ::raised brow:: HOw dangerous?
<KatarinaSK> Think murder mission.
<Max> ::nudges Chance, is NOT getting left home::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::grins faintly, looking at Chance:: Sounds like the usual, bud…
<ChanceFurlong> ::looks at Max:: Oh, alright…
<ChanceFurlong> ::smirks:: As long as they’re taken down.
<Max> ::beams, dances, restrains himself, looks… “dignified”::
<KatarinaSK> ::shakes head, grins::
<JakeInnaCoat> Well… ::has no clue where to go like his mun::
<KatarinaSK> Well, can you guys recommand a good hotel I can book for a while?
<ChanceFurlong> Hotel nuthin’. Yer family. You’re staying here.
<KatarinaSK> Well, I don’t wanna intrude.
<ChanceFurlong> You’re my sister. What kinda relative would I be if I left you to pay a hotel?
<KatarinaSK> Good point.
<KatarinaSK> All right.
<ChanceFurlong> ::smirks:: We’ve gotta guest room. Consider yerself at home.
<KatarinaSK> Thanks.
<JakeInnaCoat> ((For a minute, I thought he said “rest room.”))
<KatarinaSK> ((<Kat> ::finds herself built like bricks and gained weight and a weird shape:: <A guy> Here’s a pretty house just off the market…))
<ChanceFurlong> ((ROFL @ both!!))
<JakeInnaCoat> ((::snickers!::))
<KatarinaSK> Mind showing me to the guest room? Got jet lag.
<ChanceFurlong> ::grins:: Right this way. ::leads her there::
<KatarinaSK> ::when she gets there, walks in, lays down on the bed:: Thanks.
<ChanceFurlong> Anytime. Ya need anythin’?
<KatarinaSK> Nope.
<ChanceFurlong> Okay. ::grins:: Good ta have ya back, sis’.
<KatarinaSK> ::half smile:: Thanks.
<KatarinaSK> ::when Chance leaves, doesn’t really go to sleep. Just lays back, puts her paws behind her head, and stares up at the ceiling thinking to herself::
<KatarinaSK> ::gets up, stretches, gets out of her room and back where everyone else was::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::is in his self-proclaimed armchair fiddling with some doodad:
<Callie> ::is inna kitchen cooking::
<ChanceFurlong> ::was checking his handgun again, looks up:: I thought you were takin’ a nap?
<KatarinaSK> Couldn’t fall asleep. ::sits somewhere::
<Max> ::is playing with the radio… wants to find… uh… “The Gray Ghost”::
<ChanceFurlong> ::raised brow:: Worried about that assignment?
<KatarinaSK> You might say that.
<ChanceFurlong> Oh?
<KatarinaSK> Yeah.
<JakeInnaCoat> ::is listening whilst fiddling::
<ChanceFurlong> Well, first things first. We gotta get the names and then the info…
<JakeInnaCoat> And, better weapons… ::swipes Chance’s handgun to dabble with it::
<ChanceFurlong> ::blinks, didn’t see that coming::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::hands it back, it now sports a large clunky… to Chance “thing” on the end::
<KatarinaSK> ::snicker::
<ChanceFurlong> Jake…*what* didja do to my gun? ::eyes it::
<KatarinaSK> ::then clears her throat, back the that “serious” look::
<JakeInnaCoat> It’ll fire quieter… ::is fiddling again, avoiding Kat’s eyes – nevermind he just developed a silencer::
<ChanceFurlong> ::raised brow:: In layman’s terms, considering I’m the layman…the bullets won’t fire as loud…
<KatarinaSK> ::blink:: Uh… yeah.
<JakeInnaCoat> Ye-es… How hard is that to comprehend? It’ll be quieter.
<ChanceFurlong> Nevermind. ((poor guy…the mun’s brain is fried..))
<KatarinaSK> Shall I get the Thesaurus?
<JakeInnaCoat> ::snickers:: Yeah. Chance needs another word for “quiet.”
<KatarinaSK> ::snickers slightly::
<ChanceFurlong> Maybe I”ll put it to the test soon…::to Jake::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::pauses, looks at Katarina:: Say, how are you on French food?
<JakeInnaCoat> ::ignores Chance, can kill him later::
<KatarinaSK> Eating French food, cooking French food, or speaking French food?
<JakeInnaCoat> ((<Kitty> It gives me hives. <Jake> Oh. Italian? <Kitty> Gas. <Jake> Uhm… Czech? <Kitty> Dunno…))
<ChanceFurlong> ((::dies!!!!!!!!!::))
<KatarinaSK> ((::giggles:: Good one!))
<JakeInnaCoat> As in eating. Pronunciation not required.
<JakeInnaCoat> You can look in the menu and point.
<KatarinaSK> Whew! Good, cause I flunked French.
<KatarinaSK> ::blink:: Menu?
<JakeInnaCoat> S’okay.. But, I was just thinking… Well… There’s this French place a few blocks down…
<Max> I like French…
<KatarinaSK> Mmm-hmm…
<JakeInnaCoat> ::gives him a withering “You’re-not-invited” look::
<KatarinaSK> ::clears throat at Max::
<Max> Oh.
<KatarinaSK> Go on.
<Max> Of course, Mom’s the best cook on earth.. ::slinks for kitchen::
<ChanceFurlong> Max, you’re mother’s cookin’…
<JakeInnaCoat> Sooo… ::digging a toe into the floor:: You wanna go?
<KatarinaSK> ::kinda twirling a piece of her hair with her finger:: With you?
<JakeInnaCoat> Yeah… No Max, I promise.
<ChanceFurlong> ::is still eyeing the silencer::
<KatarinaSK> ::stops when it tightens:: Ow.
<JakeInnaCoat> ((<Chance> Whee doggie! I can pop pigeons off the roof and the neighbors won’t even complain at the noise with this baby!))
<KatarinaSK> Sounds like you’re asking me out for dinner.
<ChanceFurlong> ((::dies!!!!!!:: <Callie> Don’t even THINK about it!))
<JakeInnaCoat> ::grins hopefully:: Sorta. Okay, yes.
<KatarinaSK> ::grins:: Love to.
<JakeInnaCoat> ((<Chance> But, honey… Uhm… Max needs to practice!))
<KatarinaSK> ::came close to sayin’ Love ya.::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::grins:: Well, shall we? ::stands and offers her his arm::
<ChanceFurlong> ((<Max> Wha’…? <Chance> ::elbows him::))
<KatarinaSK> ::stands and takes it:: Don’t wait up, Chance.
<ChanceFurlong> ::is lost in thought::
<JakeInnaCoat> ::aims for the door… and w/o his coat this time… no more skulking now… at least… not off the job::