Hanging Out
A Shadowcat/Bad Kitty Fan Fic

Writer's notes: This is a follow up fan-fic to my story "Two of 
a Kind", which was in answer to one of Luba's fan-fic wish list
wishes.

It charts one of the misadventures of Katherine 'Kitty' Pryde, also
known as Shadowcat, and Catherine 'Bad Kitty' Bell. It also answers
some of the questions concerning Shadowcat left over from "Two of a
Kind".

It's written in a style different than anything I've ever tried
before and should be considered completely over the top and all in
fun.

Thoughts, comments and flames are always appreciated.



"This is all your fault."

"My fault? How is it my fault?"

"This kind of thing only happens when you're around."

"When I'm around? Need I remind you THIS was all your idea to start
with! You were the one who e-mailed me to meet you here, remember?"

"Well... yeah, it was, but..."

"And it was your idea to come here."

"But..."

"And it was you who started that fight with that vampire gang back
then."

"...........................You're right. I'm sorry, I apologize."

"Apology accepted. And in all fairness I have to admit I do seem to
carry my own unique brand of bad luck around with me. So I guess I
should apologize for that. So I apologize too."

"And I accept too. Friends again?"

"Always. We never stopped being friends. Even the best can argue
from time to time."

"Great! So where were we before I interupted?"

"Ummm, my black sword, right?"

"Right! You were about to tell me how you got it. I hope it's less
confusing than your explanation about your Soul Sword."

"You're confused?! Think about me! And it's really two swords --
the original, and a second one layered over that. It's the second
one that's the pure evil one. I think."

"Isn't the original made up of evil black magic too?"

"You're giving me a headache, how about we move back to the other
sword."

"Fine by me. I'm starting to feel one come on too."

"Okay, so where to begin? Hmmm, you remember what I told you about
the Neo and Seth?"

"Seth? The guy with the exceptional..."

"Hey!!"

"...physique?" <g>

"What a naughty mind you have, Ms. Bell."

"Naughty? I'll have you know I'm as pure as..."

"As what falls out of the New York sky."

"Hey, not that bad! Besides, you were the one who told me all about
him the first time. In exquisite detail."

"I did? When?"

"Back when we were at that bar after our shopping spree. You got
drunk and started comparing the guys in the bar with all the guys
from your past."

"I was not drunk."

"Horny then?"

"Grrrr. Can we get back to the sword?"

"If we must -- but things were getting good again." <g>

"Ahem. Well, after I left the hidden city of my so called
relatives..."

"So called? So you're still not sure about that? That you're a Neo
and not just a mutant?"

"No, there's still doubt -- not least, in my mind. But later for
that."

"Ok."

"Well, after that I ended up, in of all places, Madripoor."

"Madripoor? What's that, a country?"

"It's an island nation, first made up of pirates and it's been down
hill for the place ever since. It's not a super power or anything
but it's so dangerous no one has ever wanted to try and take it
over or clean it out. That is, until its ruling prince got killed
and Hydra and the Hand joined together to fill the vacuum."

"Hydra I know, but what's the Hand?"

"It's an ancient sect of ninja assasins with delusions of
grandeur."

"Oh. You know the weirdest stuff."

"Thanks. Anyway me and a few others got involved with keeping them
out and, in the end, we placed on the throne -- Viper."

"Viper?! As in pycho criminal Viper? Who's on the the top ten of
everyone's wanted -- preferably dead-- list Viper? That Viper?"

"That's Lady Viper, queen of Madripoor, to commoners like yourself
I'll have you know."

"I'm a commoner now? Well, oh princess, I suppose you didn't know
who she was at the time, right?"

"No, I knew who she was -- she tried to kill me a few years earlier
with poison. Nearly did."

"I had no idea you were such a forgiving person. You didn't strike
me as the turn the cheek type."

"I'm not. Well, I am but... Well, you know, I am and I'm not.
Clear?"

"As mud." <g> "But I understand."

"Good. Truth is, a good friend of mine owed her a personal debt so
that;s how we got dragged in. But putting her on the throne didn't
clean the slate, just increased the burden. He was now stuck as her
defender."

"Gotcha so far."

"When I ended up in Madripoor, I wasn't sure what was going to
happen. I was pretty much wrung out and exhausted so when her people
found me I thought I was in real trouble given that her last
parting works were along the lines of 'if we meet again I will kill
you' -- that sort of thing."

"Given that you are still here I'm guessing she didn't follow up on
her last threat."

"Got it in one. They picked me up, carried me to the palace and
nursed me back to health, which didn't take too long. Then Viper
showed up."

"Dum de dum dum dummm...!"

"About right. She treated me like we were old friends, gave me the
grand tour, told me how things were going in Madripoor -- royal
meals and everything."

"Then the other shoe dropped, right?"

"Like an anvil. To make a very long story short, she gave me all
the details of her whole sordid plan for the future of Madripoor.
And to be honest yet again, her plans were for the best as far as
Madripoor went, better than any I could come up with, but--"

"There's always a but."

"Yeah. Her plan would drag my friend -- Logan's his name, by the
way -- in even deeper. His part in her plan was to help Viper
ensure the continuation of the new Madripoor royal family."

"I'm guessing he's not a obstetrician."

"Not even close. But he is a very honorable man who'd do it because
he'd given his word in the past and he keeps it. And once there
were kids involved, he'd be locked into Madripoor for good and I at
least think the world still needs him. Not to mention the X-Men...
and this is coming from someone who's read the diaries of someone
who can see into the future."

"Really? Can you tell me the numbers for the next state lottery?"

"Excuse me!?!"

"Sorry. So your friend's about to be dragged into that most
terrible of things, child creation, and you...?"

"I got him out of it."

"How?"

"And I even managed to get Viper to release him from their marrage
and do it in a way that made him think it was his doing."

"How?"

"So he's completely in the clear -- at least where Viper and
Madripoor are concerned."

"You're dodging the question. How did you get him out of it?"

"Uhm, well, I..."

"Spit it out."

"I took his place."

"!"

"Ah, Cat? Are you alright?"

"Huh? Oh, sure, Kat. I was just a little surprised. I'd always
thought you were a girl."

"Hey!! Again."

"Heh. No, really, I'm sorry. Again. Let me guess, you didn't so
much as take his place as you took the place of the end result,
right?"

"My, but you're clever -- I bet you could have been a detective."

"Har de har har. So, let me get this straight -- you agreed to
become the daughter of one of the world's most wanted villianesses
as well as heir to a pirate nation and all that entails to help out
this guy Logan, correct?"

"Uhm, pretty much."

"Mind if I ask a question?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"Just how good was this guy in bed?"

"Hey hey HEY! You really *are* dirty minded today."

"Sorry, I think it's all the blood rushing to my head. But you're
overly chatty about your past today, if I may say so."

"Yeah I'm noticing that -- it must be all the blood rushing to my
head too."

"Well, I won't push for any of the sordid details -- at least, not
right now."

"Gee thanks."

"No prob, Kat."

"And to answer your question, I don't know. Our relationship never
got that far before I cut my ties to the X-Men. But you know...
there on Madripoor, for just a moment,...well, I guess I'll never
know for sure. Ah well."

"Not to interupt your musings, but what does all this have to do
with your black sword?"

"I was getting to that... This is what you call background
information."

"Of course."

"Now then, after all the paperwork was signed, vows said and
everything, I spent some time learning the ropes in Madripoor, so
to speak."

"So you were just going to settle down in Madripoor?"

"Not really. Viper was still a long way off from fullfilling her
own oath concerning Madripoor. Once I'd been shown off to the
locals as proof there was a ready heir I was as useful as a third
wheel for the time being. She knew I'd always be trying to prevent
her from doing anything really bad, so keeping me around would be
counterproductive to say the least."

"You can be troublesome at times."

"For sure. So she offered me a deal -- if I promised to return from
time to time and take part in the running of Madripoor she'd let me
leave if I did one little task for her."

"From the tone of your voice I'd say 'little' was an understatement."

"You got it. Viper used to have a partner and lover by the name of
Keniuchio Harada. You likely know him under his 'super villian'
name of Silver Samurai."

"Heard of him. A Japanese criminal with some kind of special energy
sword."

"Keniuchio's a mutant, his power is to channel energy through his
sword and create an energy field around it that allows it to cut
through nearly anything. Any sword will work for him. He's a
villian alright but an honorable one, noble in his own way."

"Understood. I'll remember that if I ever run into him."

"Hopefully you never will. Anyway he and Viper had parted company 
a good while back and Viper had decided it was time for the two of
them to get back together."

"How sweet. So you were going to deliver the love letter."

"Hardly. You see, Keniuchio had since taken over the family
business, which was a major criminal organization in Japan."

"Nice family."

"One of them was. But, anyway, it had all come apart in his hands.
He'd lost control of the 'family' as well as lost his self respect.
In his own mind he was lower then a dog with no worth at all."

"Should I feel sorry for this guy?"

"No... and yes. He is and always will be a villian but he has done
noble deeds in the past, saved lives, and even done the hero routine
once or twice. So I'll leave it up to you."

"I think I'll wait til I hear the whole story first before
deciding."

"Good for you. Well, Viper knew what a mess he was in and didn't
want him back in that state so my 'assignment' was to put him back
together so he'd be a more 'fitting' consort for the queen of
Madripoor."

"Isn't that sweet, she sent you to bring daddy home."

"Heh. You know I never thought of it like that. Good one."

"Thanks. So I'm assuming you said yes you'd do it."

"Yep. So one first class flight later I'm in Japan and in the
middle of one serious mess."

"How so?"

"Viper's new position in Madripoor hadn't gone over real well with
some of the locals -- mostly, I suspect, because they were angling
to get her job. So it seems one of them somehow learned what Viper
was planning and sent a warning to the Japanese mobs."

"Why? Why would the mobs care if the Silver Samurai went to live in
Madripoor?"

"They likely wouldn't but the Madripoor mobs would. He'd be one
*major* obstacle to their getting rid of Viper. So they sent word
that I was coming to help him retake control not only of his mob
but *all* the mobs. That I was coming to assassinate all the mob
leaders."

"I'd have never had thought you had that kind of rep over in
Japan."

"I didn't think I did, either. Seems some of the major baddies
remembered some years back when I first became Shadowcat. An
ancient ninja known as Ogun had captured me and turned me into a
killing machine by placing a psychic clone of himself into my head
and sending me off to do his dirty work -- like killing one of my
best friends."

"Nice guy. I hope things didn't go too badly."

"Things got pretty rough for a while but turned out alright in the
end. But my rep as a minor boogieman was made and over the years
appearently grew. Or someone was spreading it around, although I
can't imagine why. Either way, when I reached Tokyo, they threw me
a full arsenal party."

"I've been invited to a few of those parties. They tend to cause
high collateral damage levels to nearby innocents."

"Very high. And that, in part, was why I helped Harada in doing
what he wanted to do."

"That sounds ominous."

"You see, when I finally found him and dragged his butt out of the
gutter and told him why I was there, he agreed to consider her
proposal. But--"

"There's a lot of buts in this story."

"Quiet you. Now where was I... Oh yeah. But he wanted to meet her
as an equal."

"What? He wanted his own nation too?"

"No, he was willing to settle for control of all of Japan's major
mobs."

"At least he wasn't greedy. So I guess you ended up being dragged
into doing what all the Jap mobs originally thought you were coming
to do."

"More or less. I did mostly intelligence work and scouting, NOT the
messy stuff. And I had my hands full just dealing with Keniuchio."

"Why?"

"He had mood swings like you wouldn't believe -- up down, sideways,
backwards and every which way including loose. I was never sure
what he was going to do next. So, when I wasn't out in the field,
I tended to play the good little geisha girl to keep him happy."

"Giesha girl?!?! You mean you were.."

"No! It means I sat in the background, looked pretty, kept my mouth
shut and my ears open. You could learn something from my example."

"That's it?  The way you keep using his first name, I figured you
two got on a more than first name basis."

"You know, I don't know why, but I have a sudden urge to strangle
you right now."

"That'd be a neat trick if you could do it right now."

"Yeah it would be. I'll consider following it up later."

"You do that. But back to your good buddy Keniuchio, he with the
swinging moods. I'm assuming this is relevant to the matter at
hand?"

"Oh yeah. A long while back, when he'd been in Madripoor of all
places, Keniuchio got what he believed to be his blade of destiny.
The black blade of Muramasa, a dai-katana or Japanese samurai
sword."

"Finally we get to the sword."

"Yah yah yah, we got to the sword. Now hush and let me finish."

"Okey dokey."

"Ahem. The black blade was the ultimate creation of Muramasa's
insane brilliance. A sword smith from the early days of Japan's
samurai era. It's been said that none before or since have ever
forged such a blade nor did they ever want to. It was the perfect
sword, unbreakable, with a edge that could cut through nearly
anything."

"I've seen it in action, you don't have to convince me."

"But Muramasa had somehow also inflected it with his madness. It
became an artifact of evil, possessing those who touched it and
filling them with an unquenchable bloodlust and demonic strength.
And I'm told it provides them with a nice black outfit to go with
the sword."

"Naturally. And naturally that's the sword the Samurai wanted. Not
too bright if you ask me."

"He was sure he was 'the warrior chosen by fate to be its master.'
And for a while he was."

"What went wrong?"

"I'm not sure and neither was he. My personal best guess is that
when the Samurai moved from being a warrior to a 'desk job' he
cheesed off the sword. That... and maybe he wasn't the warrior 
chosen by karma to wield the black blade after all. All I know for
certain is that when I finally took it away from him (and wasn't
that a fun bit of work) he regained control of himself."

"And showered you with praise and thanks, no doubt."

"Kinda. He's not the kind of man who likes to be in the debt of
another. I did my level best to convince him there was no debt, 
but he wouldn't listen. Add in the fact I'd helped him regain his
position of old (and more) and, well..."

"Well indeed."

"Yep. Worse yet is the fact that the lady Shadowcat is now a wanted
criminal in Japan with connections to the now biggest criminal
organization in said country."

"Lady Shadowcat?"

"That's what the local hoods took to calling me. Or the Samurai's
Lady of Shadows since they never knew where I was or when I'd pop
up. I think I gave some of them the willies."

"I'd think they get their jollies mocking a former X-Man working
for the mob."

"It's weird but no one -- other than the Samurai, natch -- seems to
have made that connection. I guess I wasn't all that well known an
X-Man as I'd have liked to think."

"Rough on the ego, I'm sure. But here's a thought, why not have the
Silver Samurai just cut your connections to the mob and clear your
name as a way of clearing his debt to you."

"I think he'd have liked to do just that, but his position is still
not as secure as he'd like, so he really can't afford to do without
his Lady of Shadows. For now, at least. So, now when I visit
Madripoor I have to stop in Japan as well to put in an appearance."

"So let me get this straight, Katherine. In the months since you
left the X-Men you've managed to get yourself mixed up with not one
but two major criminals and become part of their organizations as
well as taken to carrying around a sword known to cause extereme
madness."

"Well, yes -- but other than the odd whisperings in my ear to 'kill
kill kill' and absorbing any blood on it it really hasn't done all
that much since I started carrying it."

"Whispering 'kill kill kill'?"

"Well, that's sort of a condensed version. It usually gets rather
graphic in its demands of how I should be killing and fighting."

"Graphic, huh?"

"Yep."

"And you're still carrying it around."

"Uhm yes."

"Ahh, I see.... GAAHHHH! Get me out of here!! Out out out out!!!!!"

"........Finished? Feel better?"

"Oh yes, much better."

"Good. Now where were we?"

"The black sword. You'd taken it from the Silver Samurai and it
hadn't taken you over but it's whispering murdering suggestions into
your head and rather than get rid of it you carry it around on your
back."

"Well, I can hardly just drop it and leave it for some poor sod to
pick up."

"Sod?"

"Sorry, British slang. A hangover from my time there."

"Guess you're right. And I bet that because it's magic it's not
real easy to destroy."

"As easy to destroy as adamantium -- which, in case you didn't
know, laughs at nuclear explosions."

"That easy, huh?"

"Yeah. So, until it really starts messing with my head, I'm hanging
on to it. Like it or not I'm stuck with it."

"I suppose that's the best of a bad list of options, all things
considered. So what other special powers does it have?"

"None. It's just a sword -- albeit unbreakable and with an edge so
keen it'll cut through about anything, that happens to house some
kind of mystical entity which if it can't take over you just
ignores you."

"Are you sure? I mean, all those magic swords can usually be called
to your hand."

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Really sure?"

"Yes, I'm really sure I can't call the Muramasa sword to me even if
my hands weren't filled at the moment."

"And the Soul Sword?"

"Has no effect on non-mystical material objects -- and I still have
to have my hands free to summon it."

"Drat."

"Yeah. How did we get into this mess?"

"I was about to ask you that question myself, Pryde. All this sword
chatting seems to have distracted us from the problem at hand."

"Not that I'm complaining, mind you -- and it was nice to talk to
someone about some of what I've been going through of late."

"I'm happy to lend an ear. Now, to the problem at hand..."

"Good idea. Okay, the situation as I see it is that we are hanging
upside down shackled hand and foot to some kind of pillar in the
center of an alien flying saucer. Do you concur with my assessment,
Cat?"

"Mmm, yeah I do. How did we get into this mess again?"

"As I recall you'd e-mailed me to meet you in a nearby town. I'd
told you earlier I'd be in the state and we both thought it would
be a grand idea to get together again for a bit. So you picked the
site."

"Oh yeah. My continuing streak of oh so good luck -- luck at finding
trouble, that is."

"You and me both, lady."

"We do seem to share that trait, don't we, Kat? As I told you
earlier, before you arrived I heard the locals talking about some
missing girls."

"So, of course you investigated."

"Of course. It's built into my system the same as it is into yours."

"True enough."

"Anyway, I'd managed to narrow down the most likely common area all
the girls had been near when you arrived."

"And clever young women that we are we went right out there in the
middle of the night."

"Put that way it doesn't really sound all that clever, I'll admit
-- but at least we found out what was going on."

"Yeah, we did. The hard way."

"I'm beginning to think that for people like us it's the only way."

"Granted."

"Okay Kat, since you're a hot shot science whiz, any idea what it
was they hit us with? All I remember after we stumbled across that
flying saucer with those little big-headed guys standing around it
was a bright flash of light, and then it was lights out."

"Likely some kind of neurological disruptor. Which by the way
explains why my phasing power is on the fitz. This pillar we're
tied too is also, I think, emitting a low level version of the same
disruptor to keep us a bit 'sedate'."

"I'm not feeling all that 'sedate'. Do you think they know you're 
a mutant? Could that be why they're using this pillar on us?"

"Maybe but I'm inclined to doubt it. We're just getting the
standard treatment and it's my dumb luck it's screwing up my mutant
power."

"Uhmm. So, do you think -- they're going to dissect us or something
like that?"

"Or something like that."

"Pardon?"

"You haven't been looking at the stuff spread out around here, have
you?"

"No. Why?"

"Take a good look. I'm betting you've seen similar stuff during
your career."

"Okay, but I'm not a expert in alien tech."

"Trust me, you don't have to be."

"We'll see. Now then... That looks like a... uhm no, that can't
right. Anyway those things over there, they... uh... they look
like...!!!"

"Figuring it out?"

"Ah no, you have got to be kidding me!"

"Fraid not."

"Are you telling me we've been captured by aliens with a sex and
bondage fetish!?"

"Looks that way."

"This is a joke, right? These aren't really aliens, just a bunch of
punks dressed up like aliens, right?"

"You'd rather be a victim of sex crazed punks dressed up as aliens
then real sex crazed aliens?"

"I'd rather neither, thank you very much. I simply have a problem
believing that aliens are coming billions of miles looking for
cheap trills at the expense of another race that doesn't even look
remotely like them."

"Remind me later to fill you in about the Badoon."

"Baboons?"

"No, Badoons. An reptilian race with a thing for the females of
other races. Something to do with the fact that their own women are
only interested in the males during a very *very* short breeding
cycle. But these creeps are doing this for a completely different 
reason."

"You know about these fat-headed aliens?"

"Just a little bit. I'm pretty sure these are the same aliens 
I read about while I was onboard an Shi'ar starship."

"Shi'ar? Starship?"

"The Shi'ar are another alien race, I've met lots. Been on a bunch
of different spaceships too."

"Suddenly my life seems a whole lot less complicated."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Anyway, I was flipping through the
ship's computers, just for the fun of it, checking out other alien
races, when I came across the entry for Sectoids."

"Sectoids, huh? So thats who these creeps are."

"I think so. I only got a quick look at them outside and I only got
the chance to briefly read the entry before Kurt came by and turned
the viewer off."

"Why would this Kurt turn off the viewer?"

"Because I was 13 at the time and the entry on the Sectoids dealt
with how through out-of-control genetic manipulation the Sectoids
had managed to accidentally remove the female geno from their race.
At this point the entry referred to them as a 'frustrated race of
male clones' and began to go into how a section of the population
was dealing with their 'frustration' by visiting low tech worlds.
At this point Kurt, that little blue killjoy, came by, saw what I
was reading and turned it off. Afterward things got so busy I never
got the chance to go back and finish it."

"You were 13 and out on an alien starship?"

"Yup."

"Scratch what I said earlier. My life doesn't seem less complicated, 
it seems downright boring now."

"Give yourself some time, Cat. I've been reading up on you and
you're catching up real quick."

"Thanks... I think."

"You're welcome." <g> "Well that's about all I know, any ideas?"

"Nothing comes to mind at the moment. Now I'm sorry we left Lucky
and Lockheed behind in our hotel rooms."

"Yeah, but if they had been with us they'd have been zapped by the
same widebeam stunner that dropped us. In which case they might
have either been left there or taken along depending on whether 
any of the aliens was into collecting any uniquely different
specimens."

"That pretty much describes those two. Not that they seemed
interested in coming along."

"That's true. They were glued to the TV watching that Lassie
marathon."

"Yeah, that was... weird."

"Disturbing is more like it. Besides, we don't need those two to get
out of this."

"Huh?"

"Think about it.  I've been a superhero for over half a decade and
you're 'the most dangerous woman in America'."

"You know, you're right! Between the two of us we can handle
anything the universe dishes out."

"Damn straight!"

"Right on. I'm gonna turn those creeps into my own private alien
shooting arcade!"

"I'm with you, girlfriend!"

"Big time payback!"

"Oh yeah!"

"You don't have an idea as to how to get out of this, do you?"

"Not a one."

"Well think one up quick, those creeps aren't going to leave us
hanging all night."

"All right all right. Gimme a minute."

"Minute's up. Whats the plan?"

"Umh umh uh ahh! I got it."

"Don't keep me waiting, what is it?"

"My Soul Sword!"

"Your Soul Sword? But you said it doesn't work against non-mystical
stuff."

"Ahh yes -- but the aliens don't know that."

"Come again?"

"Here's the plan. When those creeps come and pull me off this thing
I'll call up the sword. It won't hurt them, but I'm betting it'll
scare them into letting me go. Then I'll use my knuckles to convince 
them this whole thing is a bad idea."

"That might work."

"There is a small problem with it though."

"Oh ho?"

"Yeah. They may grab you first."

"Not as much a problem as you may think."

"How so?"

"Those little buggers may have taken my guns but they missed a few
inches of sharpened low signature material hidden up my sleeve. It's
rigged to pop out with a flick of my wrist."

"Ms. Bell, I'm shocked! Don't you know such things are illegal?"

"So are my guns."

"True enough. Got a spare for me?"

"Sure. Well, I guess we've got a plan. Think it will work?"

"Of course it will. These creeps will be sorry they ever heard of
earth, much less ran into us."

"You're right. I can hardly wait for those creeps to come in here."

"Thats the spirit! We can handle this and... OH NO!"

"What? What?!"

"Listen."

                             ****

The sounds of a roaring dragon, a hissing cat and panicked,
terrified aliens can be heard echoing throughout the saucer.

                             ****

"Aw no!"

"Oh yes. I guess those two little pests decided to follow us after
all."

"Sounds like it. You know, Kat, it's not that I mind the help, but
couldn't they have waited until after we got free on our own?"

"That would have been nice -- but just not our luck."

"Yeah, given our typical luck, we should have seen this coming."

"From a mile away. And speaking of our luck, here's ours coming
through the door right now."

"With some overly smug looks on their faces too."

"Too smug. Listen here, Lockheed -- if I hear so much as a single
snicker out of you, you're going on a meat-free diet. It'll be tofu
burgers for you."

"The same goes for you too, Lucky. Unless of course you're suddenly
fond of cat food out of the box. The real cheap stuff."

"That's it, you two. Think it over, this is your futures you're
considering."

"Yeah, a future of cheap meals if you choose wrongly."

"Well, they've choosen."

"And wrongly too."

"I'm afraid not, Catherine."

"What do you mean, Katherine? Look at them, they're doing that
'victory' dance again."

"That they are. But they aren't snickering."

"Ach, you're right."

"Yeah. In the future we are going to have to word our threats a bit
better."

"I'd rather not find ourselves back in a situation where we have to
'word our threats a bit better'."

"You don't really we could be THAT lucky, do you?"

"...SIGH! I guess you're right about that, sad to say."

"Sad but true."

"So, Kat -- how long do you think those two are going to leave us
hanging here?"

"Until they feel we've learned our leason or they get hungry, 
whichever comes first."

"Kat?"

"Yes, Cat?"

"This is all your fault."

"Not again!"


End

More writer's notes: Shadowcat is the property of Marvel comics.
Bad Kitty belongs to CHAOS! comics and the Sectiods wandered out of
Microprose's X-Com computer game series.

No money is, was or will ever be made from this story.