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Due DiligenceA/N: Swat Kats fanfiction. I feel bad that Feral doesn't get enough attention. He's kind of a hardass, yes, but he's doing what he thinks is right. Give him a break! I have a lot of respect for the kat.Due Diligence by ~Rambling-anthology
I also might or might not have a thing for older guys.Don't judge me.
Midnight, the quiet hour. Even the janitor has gone home. Paperwork was never my strong suit, but it is a necessity. It keeps me and every other Enforcer in line. I just wish it didn't keep me here so damn late. Curse this accident report...I don't even know how Johnson managed to shoot himself in the foot.
My kingdom for a steak and a beautiful woman.
I lay down the last bit of work and grab my jacket, ready for the front door. The light in my office is the last to go off. Even in the darkened hallway, I know which way to go. I make my way right, the faint glow of the vending machine in the next hall guiding me.
Before I turn the corner I hear the vending mach
Somber ShadowA/N: Those who know my fanfiction writing know how much I love background characters-they're so much more fun to work with. My victim in this story is the great Commander Ulysses Feral, from the 90's cartoon Swat Kats. And if you're expecting a mush romance with Callie forget it! To be on the safe side, I'll rate this PG-13 for minor cussing and depressing themes. And I hope writing in the first person isn't too distracting-you guys are gonna have to tell me how you like it, I've never written in first person before. Enjoy.Somber Shadow by ~Rambling-anthology
"Life's under no obligation to give us what we expect." ― Margaret Mitchell
I stare at the glass of scotch in front of me. '93, a good year. Almost a shame this is the last taste I'll have. I ponder briefly if the drink is worth putting away the pistol in my lap.
I'm not depressed, I've just been a pallbearer more times than I'd care to admit. My head aches with the thought of fallen comrades and I close my eyes, but the darkness brings back the c
But I'm a Puppy PersonFate brought me here. The pain in my shoulder wont stop. I wish I had something to eat so I could heal properly. At the moment healing is not at the forefront of my mind.But I'm a Puppy Person by ~Rambling-anthology
I limp down the alley in dog form, it hurts less and I find it draws more attention from humans. Yesterday a little girl shared her ice cream with me before her mother dragged her away-I bet she got dinner when she got home. I bet if I could get someone to take me into one of their homes, I could hide better from my master.
I barely know where I am, I just kept running until I couldn't anymore. I think I'm safe, but it's so difficult to tell who's who in this part of town.
I think I'm being followed.
Normal humans have pets, right? It shouldn't be this difficult to have someone take me home. I wonder as I wander: what are my options?
A shelter? Human shelters are for transients, and if they saw my scars they'd be too frightened. An animal shelter would put me in a cage. I don't like the thought of bei