Title: Doubletake
Author: Kristen Sharpe
E-Mail: skgirl@hotmail.com
Date: April 26, 2002
Rating: PG
Warnings: May contain slightly more than average violence for a children's cartoon.
Disclaimer: "SWAT Kats: The Radical Squadron," its characters and concepts are copyright to Hanna-Barbera Cartoons, Inc and are used without permission.

Author's note: I started this story a *long* time ago. Now, more than five years, three computer disks, and one complete restart later, I'm trying once more. Many, many thanks to my brother, Kitty G/Giant, Sage, IRL friends Tammy, Chaille, Kat, Beth, and my mother for their help and suggestions with this story. And, a very special thanks to the Raley computer lab "miracle workers," without whose help a lot of this story would have been lost due to my third disk malfunction.

This story is a work of fiction, and any relation to any person living or dead is probably deliberate.

Now, to try to prevent some confusion, here's a timeline of my fanfics - how they relate to the show and each other. These include those that I've co-authored with my brother, The Seeker. Everything takes place in the same world. Time listed is not the time I wrote the stories, but rather the time it is in the SWAT Kats' world when the story takes place.

Late 1994 -- the final show episode that I saw, "Unlikely Alloys," takes place.
Early 1995 -- H2Oh, No!
1995 -- Nuke It - first of the Seeker Trilogy
Technical Difficulties
Have Yourself a Mad Little Christmas
1996 -- Hide N' Seeker - second of the Seeker Trilogy
Silent Pursuit
Guard Duty
The Storm's Drawing Nearer

This story finally explains the mystery of "Silent Pursuit."

Prologue -- 1986 Felinus time

--Revenge really *is* a dish best served cold. It's a cold and empty meal too. As cold and empty as the void.--

He knew the void. He didn't know how long he was in the void. But, it felt endless. There was nothing in the void. Emptiness. Darkness. Cold.

A reflection.

A reflection of what revenge does to the soul.

The only thing the void couldn't reflect was the hunger. A hunger that could only be sated by more.



They would pay. And, it was worth it. Worth the deal. Worth ten years in cryostasis. Ten years like this. Ten years with only his thoughts for company. His thoughts. And, the nightmares.

"The bomb's stuck!"

"You stupid....!"

"Shut up! We need a....!"

Then, there was the pain. Excruciating, agonizing. Then, it was gone. And, in its place... the void.

Over and over again, he relived the cycle.

Ten years.

Over and over again.


To Be Continued....

This chapter thing is a new experiment for me. I'm going to try to stay several chapters ahead of my posts as I'm prone to constant re-writes. Actually, just because of my habit of re-working parts of a story over and over, I wouldn't try posting in chapters with any other story at this point. But, this story is essentially complete... It's just that over 90% of it was written several years ago, and I no longer like my old writing style or some of my ideas. So, the old text is an outline. I know where I'm going. With any luck, by the time a chapter is posted, its content will be set and I won't come to a point later where I'll want to re-write it. So, let's see how this thing goes!