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Secrets In The Dark	By : Daniella Category: +S through Z > SwatKats Views: 1763 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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As morning spread its light over the city, chasing away the dark clouds and rain of the night before, the katizens of this great city awakened to another day. In a middle class apartment building near city center, a she-kat slowly awakened to the shrilling sound of her alarm clock. Her paw reached out searching sleepily for the annoying thing, managing more by luck, to slap the off button. She lay there staring at the ceiling for a minute before yawning then tossing the bedding off.

Sitting up, she ran a paw through her shoulder length black hair and blinked her eyes owlishly for a moment before climbing out of bed and making for the bathroom. After a hot shower and a thorough drying, she stood before her mirror. Wiping its surface of steam, her golden eyes stared at her reflection a moment then she muttered an incantation and the image of a beautiful she-kat vanished and in its place a square jawed, short buzz cut, powerful looking male stood staring at himself a moment before heading back to the bedroom to dress.

The male illusion was well known to the katizens of Megakat City as one of its important defenders. Walking to her closet the faux male pulled out a familiar uniform and began to dress quickly. The closet was divided into his and her clothing depending on what persona she was deciding to be that moment. Anyone who cared to peek into her bedroom would only assume the formidable individual had a girl friend when the truth was far more startling.

Checking the time she grabbed her wallet and car keys, pulled on her great coat, then stepped out of her apartment, locking the door. Taking the elevator, she headed down to the parking garage and her car. Soon she was wending her way through the constipated morning traffic to Enforcer Headquarters.

Parking in her spot in front of the building, she made her way up the massive stairs to the huge front doors, nodding to the grave shift enforcers departing for the day as she made her way to the bank of elevators, stepping into an arriving car and hitting the button for the top floor.

Reaching her office, the Chief Enforcer of the city hung her coat up and walked to her desk to begin work on the endless stream of reports that crossed her desk. Just as she began to read the first report of the morning her second in command came in. All the officer saw as he approached the desk was a powerful and intimidating male.

“What do you want, Steele?” Feral growled out not taking his eyes off his work.

“Sir, I have a report about a strange murder that occurred last night.” Steele said handing the report to him.

He took the report and began to read it over. The victim had been a kat named Derek Anderson, a male in his late thirties found this morning by a passerby on their way to work. He had been found on the bus he drove as a City Transit Driver. Cause of death was electrical shock that had burned enough of the victim that identification was nearly impossible. What was strange, when the area had been searched there was no sign of a possible lightning strike, no evidence of an electrical short in the vehicle or downed power line striking the bus, nor was there any indication that a taser or laser weapon might have been used since the injures were not consistent with those types of devices. The coroner’s tentative diagnoses was death by unknown causes.

The report stated the investigating officers were waiting for the coroner’s final report and CSI investigation, and they were in the process of back tracking the victim to see if he met with foul play. It reported the security tape enclosed had not revealed anything more than there had been a passenger but their face was always hidden from the camera. They were trying to find out if anyone had seen this passenger get on the bus.

Frowning, but otherwise not displaying what he was truly feeling, Feral handed the report back to Steele. He made plans to visit the coroner’s office himself later that day.

“It does look like foul play was involved but there’s no way to know for certain until all the evidence is in. Have you viewed the tape?” Feral asked Steele.

“Yes sir, unfortunately, though the camera does show a passenger, the suspect always kept his face out of camera range except for the last two seconds before the time of death but even that was blurred. CSI is trying to find a way to bring that into focus.” Steele reported.

“Alright, keep on top of the case, Steele. Let me know what you find out.” He said dismissing his second.

“Yes, sir!” Steele said briskly, turning and leaving.

Once Steele was gone Feral’s stern mask fell momentarily as concern and worry spread across it. The cause of death and the method sounded all too familiar to him. He needed to look at that body to know if his suspicions were warranted. Unhappy, he put his stern face back on and tried to focus on the work on his desk. He needed to give the coroner time to work on the body before dropping in to see him.

After lunch, Feral headed to the morgue. He made his way straight to the coroner’s officer area.

“Hello Commander Feral. You’re here to see Dr. Robbins?” The she-kat that manned the front office asked.

“Yes, he’s supposed to be expecting me.” Feral said.

“Let me see if he’s free and let him know you are here, sir.” She said picking up a phone.

Moments later she gestured he could proceed. Nodding his thanks, Feral walked down a short hallway and through a set of swing doors that led into the outer area of the morgue. He pushed opened the inner doors and walked up to a short, older tabby male, wearing a blue lab coat making an audio report about the body laying on the exam table before him.

Feral waited patiently until the doctor was done. The doctor clicked off the recorder and turned around.

“Good afternoon, Commander. Come to see our mystery death?” The doctor asked laconically.

“Yes. Got anything to tell me?” Feral asked staring down at the barely recognizable body with a grimace.

“Not much, I’m afraid. This is the oddest autopsy I’ve ever performed. If you’ll look at his forearms. You’ll note that the burns are much worse there than anywhere else on the body. I have to assume this is where the electrical current, whatever it was, struck his body.” The doctor said.

“You found nothing else that could have caused his death?” Feral asked as he carefully examined the body more closely.

“I did a complete exam. This was a perfectly healthy, thirty year old male. No signs of disease, injury other than what caused his death, and the tox screen came back clean.” The doctor said firmly. “He was probably holding up his arms like this......” Dr. Robbins demonstrated holding his arms before his face. “That’s how they were burned much more severely than the rest of his body. But what could have caused it, I just can’t determine.”

“I see, so what have you put down as cause of death?” Feral asked.

“Electrical shock caused by an unknown source. Tentatively....murder. I just can’t say there was anything natural about it. Until you guys find something else, that’s all I can give you.” Dr. Robbins said shaking his head.

“Right. My officers are checking out the possibility of a passenger having seen or been the cause of this. That’s all we know for now. Thank you for your time, Dr. Robbins. I’ll be sure to put this in my report.” Feral said. The doctor nodded and returned to his work while the Commander took his leave from this room of death.

Once outside, Feral walked back to his car and climbed inside, there he took out his cell phone and hit speed dial. The phone on other end rang several times before someone finally picked it up. Loud music could be heard in the background as the person answered.

“Club Imrie, Ricky Bishop speaking. How can I help you?” A heavy tenor voice asked.

“Rick, it’s me.” Feral said letting her true voice drop through the illusion.

“Oh, hey, Dena! What’s up?” Ricky asked in concern since she normally didn’t call the club.

“Is Zachary there? I need to talk to him. It’s urgent!” She said tightly.

“Sure, let me get him.” Ricky said. Holding the phone to his chest, he called out for the owner of the club. When Zachary came over to him, Ricky told him who was calling.

Taking the phone from Ricky, Zachary frowned in concern as he asked, “Dena, you okay?”

“I’m fine. But there’s a possible problem. Are the Elders still meeting as planned?” She asked beginning to feel anxious.

“Yes, why? What’s going on Dena?” Zachary asked sensing something serious was going down.

“Last night a young male was killed while driving a transit bus. Cause of death is being put down as electrical shock and a possible homicide. So far the investigators can’t come up with how he could have died that way normally hence the murder designation. His arms were severely burned as if protecting himself. He was burned to nearly a crisp.” She reported tersely.

“Damn, a possible Rogue. Our cover isn’t blown is it?” Zachary demanded questioningly.

“No! There’s no hint the Kats even suspect that. They think it’s some type of weapon and that a passenger could have been the murderer. More likely it’s our Rogue. We need to find him or her quickly and find out why they killed that driver.” Feral said urgently.

“Right. I’ll notify the hunters of a possible Rogue and have them get a hold of you for the details so they can track them down quickly.” He said decisively trying to set her mind at ease.

“Thanks, I’ll expect their call. Keep me informed if you hear anything.” She said with a sigh.

“Will do.” He said then hung up.

She closed her phone and sighed. How could one of her kind be so stupid to kill a Kat so openly, exposing their kind to the scrutiny of Katkind. They had to be insane. She hoped the hunters found the Rogue quickly before they could cause even more harm. She glanced in her rear view mirror to insure her spell shape was still in place. A male face stared back at her.

Satisfied, she started her car and made her way to Enforcer Headquarters. She ruminated about the reasons for such secrecy. The fact she could alter her appearance with magic was enough to have her killed by the Kats she had sworn to protect.

She had been born as part of a set of fraternal twins. She had been named Dena Feral. Her brother’s whereabouts were unknown. Her parents were dead. Her race lived within the Kat population hiding their true selves in self defense. In ancient times, her species was known as Iriomkats and had been enslaved by Kat kind because they were feared for the special abilities they possessed. Kat kind felt, to be safe, they had to ruthlessly control this dangerous race at all costs. They treated the Iriomkats as little more than slaves and used them to do all their hard labor. Their cruelty and fear nearly caused the Iriomkat’s extinction. To save their race they learned to use magic and escaped captivity, hiding their existence. Now years later, they still hid themselves away not trusting Kat kind to have changed enough to trust them.

What made them feared were their gifts of exceptional senses, strength, speed of movement, immune systems that made them rarely ill or easily poisoned, and their greatest weapon and protection......the ability to control, generate, and absorb electrical fields.

This ability allowed her kind to discharge and direct electricity. This could be used to do something as simple as breaking a lock to doing serious damage like blasting barriers to escape and knocking a Kat unconscious or to kill. They weren’t immune to their weapon being used against them by one their own either.

Any and all distinguishing marks were hidden by magic. All her kind possessed either dusky or grayish dark brown spots in dense longitudinal rows down their backs. The spots tended to coalesce into bands with either five or seven dark stripes that ran along the neck..

Now, in modern times they congregated in small groups using clubs as a way to keep in touch, receive protection and meet a mate. Sighing, her revere ending as she reached Enforcer Headquarters and returned to work. She ordered a sandwich delivered to her office since she’d missed lunch and returned to taking care of the various projects that needed her attention.

The day passed without further incident. For once, the SWAT Kats was not on her major worry list. By quitting time, she actually managed to complete her days work. Tossing the last report in her secretary’s in basket, she stretched and got up to leave. Grabbing her coat and pulling it on, she stepped out of her office and locked her door. She joined the mass exodus of enforcers leaving for the day and made her way home.

Once behind her locked apartment door and the curtains closed, she dropped her disguise and shook out her hair. She made her way to the bathroom where she stripped and tossed her clothes in the laundry basket. She stepped into a nice hot shower allowing it to help relax her tense muscles.

Clean and relaxed she went to her dresser and put on fresh underwear and bra then went to her closet and decided to wear a simple white pullover long sleeve t-shirt, black jeans, black tennis shoes and a long black coat. Skipping a purse, she jammed her wallet into her pants and grabbed her keys. Looking out quickly, she checked to make sure no one saw her leave then took the back stairs to the garage for her car. She always took great care that no one saw her coming and going as female from her apartment.

She took off for the club. She planned on reporting what had happened last night personally to the Elders tonight at their meeting. The Elders of their kind were responsible for ensuring the safety of their race. They monitored births, matings, and deaths. They meted out punishment when one of their own broke the rules of conduct that protected their kind from exposure.

Once at the club, Dena met up with Ricky, a young Iriomkat tom with grey fur and blue eyes. Ricky nodded at her as she made her way to the back. Going to what looked like nothing more than a simple storage closet, she went to the back wall and pressed a hidden stud that opened a secret door. She quickly hurried through letting the door close silently behind her. Before her was a set of stairs leading down.

When she reached the bottom she was greeted by a heavy door guarded by a pair of strong Iriomkat warriors sitting in chairs to either side of it. They jumped to their feet at her arrival but relax when they saw who it was. They nodded at her as one of them opened the door for her to enter. She smiled briefly at them then stepped into the room beyond.

Hidden underground was a large room filled with Iriomkats of various ages talking and circulating with others around the room. There were many tables scattered throughout with a stage holding a table and chairs for the Elders. The room served as a gathering place that was safe and secure. It was brightly lit and had tapestries hanging on the walls that depicted their history. There was a divider at one end of the room that held medical equipment and a mini clinic should any of their kind become ill. Another area was segregated as a play area for their young while the adults amused themselves or had meetings.

“Dena! Over here!” A voice called out to Feral who looked around the room until she spotted the chocolate colored tom with onyx eyes that had hailed her.

Feral walked over to where the handsome tom was saving a seat for her at his table. He gave her one of his smiles that made many she-kats of both races melt but had no effect on her much to his chagrin. She offered a smile of friendly warmth and not much else as she took a seat next to him.

“Have you found out anything since I talked to you, Zachary?” She asked bluntly.

“Always business with you, eh, Dena?” He said ruefully. “No, nothings been found yet but then they’ve barely begun looking. It will take time, much as we don’t like it. They won’t stop hunting for the person. You’ll be the first to know after the Elders are informed, trust me.” He said reassuringly.

She growled in disappoint but didn’t press the issue as she looked around the room. Zachary took the opportunity to study her. It was rare to see her in her true form now a days. She wore her male illusion nearly constantly since she had become an enforcer especially the Chief. She was quite fetching and would be the perfect catch for some lucky male if she would just settle down and chose a mate and have kittens. He sighed, that was wishful thinking. She was never one to follow tradition and that just added to her attraction.

He had known her from kittenhood when they both met in a foster home. She had just lost her parents to robbers and her twin brother had been taken away and no one seemed to know where. Because of that, she wasn’t one to make friends easily.....always afraid they would be taken from her like her family. But once someone could get past that, she would be a friend for life. It was her most endearing quality, that and her loyalty to those she protected.

“So what are going to tell the Elders?” Zachary asked breaking the silence between them.

“I’ll present all the facts we have at this moment and try to convince them that we have a Rogue on our paws. Some of them are very stubborn despite all the evidence to the contrary. They really don’t like to believe we could have Rogue’s still occurring among us despite how rare an occurrence it is.” She sighed.

“You’re very good at convincing especially with the evidence on your side. How can they refuse to believe?” Zachary asked.

“Oh they can, believe me. Especially Oliver.....he has a bad habit of refusing to believe what’s in front of him. He thinks we’re too young to think clearly and are too quick to see trouble every where.” She said sourly.

Oliver Brown was one of the five Elders that watched over the Iriomkats of Megakat City. He was very stubborn about such things. Refusing to believe that one their own would dare to threaten the safety of their kind. But, luckily he was the only one. Once Feral convinced the other four, Oliver would be outvoted and he could do nothing about it.

Ever since she had met the Elders as a young teen, Oliver had rubbed her the wrong way due to his obstinate ways. He was the one who had tried to prevent her from joining the enforcers for fear she would give them away.......not trusting her ability to keep herself a secret.

Well she had proven him wrong. She had been extremely careful to portray a strong male image in a field dominated by males. Her secret had never been compromised despite her numerous run ins with the major villains that attacked the city on a regular basis. She had proven herself over and over since her rise in the ranks to the top position but it still didn’t seem to matter to Oliver.

“Dena, it time.” Zachary said, interrupting her thoughts, as he got up from his seat. The Elders filed in and took their seats. The room went quiet.

“Right, let’s go.” She said as she prepared to walk up and present her case before the Elders with her long time friend at her side.
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