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Note - I want to thank DanielleJ for information on The Philippines that was invaluable in the course of writing this story. Cat And Mouse: The Terrorist, Part 2 By Bluto First Unbearable Light... Then Complete Darkness... Smoke Choking... Arid Smell... Can't See... Can't Hear... I Taste Blood... I Feel Blood... I Smell Blood... Covered In Blood... Am I Blind... Am I Deaf... Oh God...Am I Dead??? How Did This Happen? HOW?... *** Mick Montana decided to give his friend a call before taking the long trip to The Philippines. "So, Nickey, how are things going for your cousin, Tony Bass? Last I heard he was in a lot of trouble." "Yeah, boy, what can I say? I had to do an intervention to keep Cuz out of jail. So now he's working at the store five days a week, going to a councilor once a week and taking a ton of medicine. He strongly resisted at first, but, you know, he's actually adapted pretty well, considering." "Considering what? Just what is he doing at the store?" "He's a clothing model and demonstrator," Nickey said. "He's lost a little weight but he's just the right size, you know? Believe me, the majority of my customers are closer to his size than yours or mine. And I have him involved in electrolysis demonstrations and tanning booth demos, too." Mick tried to picture the 6'2", 200 + pound Bass in one of Nickey's creations. "You mean Tony Bass is modeling dresses and corsets and high heels for men? Oh man, this goes way beyond irony. What kind of drugs is he on?" "Oh hell, I don't know," Nickey said, with a chuckle. "He's taking something pretty strong to calm him down and he's also taking some kind of hormones as part of his post-operative cancer treatment and I'm afraid he's starting to grow a rack because of then. And, I don't know, but I kind of suspect his therapist is using hypnosis on him as well. On top of all that, Tony has never gotten that prosthetic dick and balls his doctors recommended. He simply doesn't have the money to pay for it himself, he's way too young for Medicare and getting it on Medicaid would involve a mountain of red tape with no guarantee of success. So, for the foreseeable future he's going to have to continue pissing like a girl." "Poor sap." "Yeah, really. Anyhow, Tony ain't his old, aggressive self, that's for sure. I know it's wrong, but when I think of all the grief he's given me over the years for being a "gay boy" I can't help enjoying what he's going through now. You ought to stop by and see him when you get back from your mission. You might be surprised." "I can only imagine," Mick said, all the while pondering his own decision to give up the role of Mouse and all other female impersonations for the foreseeable future. He hated to end his superhero career when it had barely begun, but he felt he was drowning in the role. "I've got to go back to being Mick Montana, totally male, 24/7," he thought, as he ran his fingers through his coal black, waist-length wig. "Nickey, you've got a mean streak I never knew about before," he said, with a laugh. "We'll have to get in touch when I get back and maybe treat the new Tony to a night on the town." Then he hung up the airport pay-phone and dashed off on his 3" heels to join Katherine and Gaby boarding their flight. Gaby was dressed casually all in black, as usual. Cat was a different story. She looked like a Playboy model, or rather, a cartoonist's caricature of a Playboy model, sort of like Little Annie Fannie with muscles and big feet. She wore a custom-made sheath dress of red shimmering material that fit tight as a drum and was scooped out to show an obscene amount of her 48'' bust. She wore size 18 red CFM stiletto heels that increased her height to almost 6'8" and that only someone with her cat-like balance could wear comfortably. Her lips were colored deep red, of course, as were her long, sharp claws. She wrapped a faux fox fur around her body to hide her tail and wrap-around Channel sunglasses to hide her anime eyes. Cat had been advised to dress inconspicuously for this trip, but, of course, she had done just the opposite. "Jesus, Cat," the Medium said, as her eyes bugged out at the spectacle. "Thank God this is a private jet, you know? Why didn't you just stick a piece of dynamite up your ass and light it if you're afraid you weren't going to get enough attention, and junk?" "Oh, you should have seen the poor cabdriver on the ride over here," Mick said, as he joined his friends. "I swear he could hardly steer his hack because his dick kept getting in the way." "Now don't you two be jealous, you hear?" Cat said, as she continued her southern belle act, prancing to the gate accompanied by the stares of every man in the terminal. "We're goin' to de Philippines and these shoes are from de Mrs. Marcos' collection. Mah fans expect a certain look from me and who am ah to disappoint them?" "Your 'fans' aren't supposed to know you're making this trip," Mick said. "The idea was to slip out of the country incognito. Do you even know what that word means, Sis?" "Details, details," Cat said, as she ran her hand through her Mary Tyler Moore 60's style hairdo. "Nancy Miller used her Homeland Security connections to make sure we didn't have to go through de usual airport hassle. And we get to ride in a private jet! I've nevar got to ride in a private jet befouar. Whee!" "Does she always dress like this in her civvies?" Gaby asked. "No, I've never seen her dress like this before," Mick answered honestly. ''I'm not sure what the hell is on her mind or why she's still doing the corn pone act. I just hope this doesn't turn into a wild goose chase. This is going to be an expensive mission and those damn bureaucrats won't like it if we waste their money." Mick himself had spent some more time in one of Nickey's magic tanning booths preparing for this trip and, with the wig, some dark contacts, minimal make-up and a conservative suit, he was now Mina Arroyo, a prosperous young Filipino executive returning home after a successful business trip to the USA. Gaby got to see him out of costume for the first time, but she still had no idea who he really was. "Wow, Mouse, like, you look so exotic," Gaby said, in admiration. "I guess I'm just the wallflower of this little group, fer sure." "Don't forget, Gaby, the name is Mina and we're here for business, not romance. Remember, this is a disguise and I don't really look like this. And who says you're the wallflower? You are a very attractive young lady and if you'd ever wear something besides those hideous black clothes all the time everybody would know it." The Medium seemed startled at first by Mick's frank assessment and he was afraid he had offended her. But she looked at him, smiled and nodded her head and they all boarded the plane in good humor. The pilot, co-pilot and Robert Dulmage, a security guard hand picked by Nancy Miller, greeted them at the government leased Learjet's passenger door. It's doubtful the three men saw Gaby or Mick after Cat passed by. It was a direct flight, with stop-offs for fuel at Los Angeles and Honolulu. And it's a good thing they made those stops, otherwise they'd have run out of liquor. Cat seemed determined to drink her weight in booze during the flight and was soon acting a real ass. She kept flashing her breasts at the security guard, who was nervous enough to begin with, and she insisted on visiting the pilot and co-pilot to see if either of them wanted a blow job for relaxation. "Well, dey call it a 'cock-pit' don't dey, damn it," she said, with a goofy laugh. "Hey, anybody wanna see me do a Sharon Stone with Bobby here'a? Ah didn't wear any panties!" "Cat, stop drinking so much, you fool," Gaby said, halfway to Hawaii. "You'll be able to fly the rest of the way to Manila without a jet if you keep this up." "Oh, fhidedle-de-de, Slender/Tall," Cat slurred. "Dat's my greatest szuper power, szuper liquor consumption. !Hick! I don get drunk, no matter how much I drink, izzn't dat right, Minnie?" "I'd shoot her with the trank gun but I don't think it would have any effect, Gaby," Mick moaned. "However, we could always gag her, tie her up and throw her in with the luggage." Mick had seen Cat booze it up before and he knew she liked to flirt, but there was something different about her current antics; a sexual aggressiveness, almost a desperation, that he had noticed building up for some weeks. Something was happening with his partner, but he had no idea what it was. He was just happy she at least retained enough self- control to avoid making a pass at him in front of Gaby and the security guard, but he wondered how long that control would last. The Philippines is 13 hours ahead of NYC so by the time they finally got to Ninoy Aquino International Airport it was morning again. Mick, Cat and Gaby all stayed at the Manila Hilton in the Makati business district, while the pilots and the security guard stayed on call close to the jet at an airport hotel. It had been agreed that the less they knew about the actual mission, the better. Nancy Miller had already notified Philippine authorities of the bomb threat and all their security forces were on high alert. However, they saw no reason to alarm the populace with a general evacuation from the city, certainly not on the word of a young American psychic. Gaby had a brief meeting to go over their plans with some government officials in one of the hotel's conference rooms, while Cat and Mick went to refresh themselves in their shared room. Mick was only slightly relieved that their room had separate, queen-size beds. He had wanted a separate room, like Gaby's, but Cat had insisted it would save money if she and Mick stayed together, and he couldn't very well argue the point with his "sister." He sprawled out on his bed to take a quick nap, but hadn't had more than a few minutes of shut-eye before he awoke to see Cat's face mere inches from his own. By now Mick should have been used to awakening to this sight, but he still found it unsettling. "Tired, Honey?" Cat asked, her voice dripping with desire. "Yes, Katherine, very tired," Mick said, as he closed his eyes again. "Unlike you, I didn't spend the last five hours of the trip asleep in a drunken stupor." "Well, don't knock it if you haven't tried it, Baby," Cat said, as she eyed Mick's body like she was a fat man at an all-you-can-eat buffet. "Ummm, you sure look good as a Filipino girl. My God, I believe I'm becoming a lesbian!" Mick opened his eyes and sat bolt upright. "Stop joking around, Cat. You know damn well I am not a woman, so you are not a lesbian." Cat smiled, kicked her shoes off, pulled off her skimpy dress and threw it to the floor. Then she lay in her bed with her legs wantonly apart. She had indeed worn no panties, nor a bra, for that matter. She had also managed some time in Nickey's tanning booths before they left and she had a smooth, even tan that made her outrageous figure look even more desirable, if that was possible. She had an expression of complete lust on her face and Mick could smell her strong gamey odor for the first time in months. Only this time it was a much more pleasant smell than he remembered. She started playing with her thick, taunt nipples and they glistened with what looked like tiny droplets of milk. "C'mon, Mick old boy," she said, as she stuck a milk-covered finger in her mouth. "Want to snuggle a little before we get started on the job? I know I'm your fantasy girl. How can you deny yourself a piece of this?" Mick could see a very unladylike tenting begin to appear on the front of his skirt. He had been dreading something like this, but he was still unsure what to do. No human male could resist what Cat was offering, but what about the consequences? "Oh God," he thought. "It's going to happen, isn't it? If we stay in this room I'm going to wind up fucking Katherine. But, man, do I really want that now?" Just then there was a knock on the door. "Hey you two," Gaby shouted. "According to my vision the bomb will go off today, in just a few hours. The government officials are going to let us look for the bomb site without any interference so we need to get going right away. Get changed as quick as you can and meet me downstairs, OK?" "Yeah, sure," Mick said, with relief. "We'll be down as soon as we can." By the time he'd turned from the door, Cat was already in the bathroom freshening up, as if nothing had happened. But Mick knew from the pressure in his groin area that the current situation could not be allowed to continue. He'd have to have a serious discussion with Cat tonight. They met Gaby in the lobby about 12 minutes later. Mick had changed into a colorful yet modest sarong so he could blend in easily. It was just bulky enough so he could wear his Mouse costume underneath. He put his mask in a big straw bag. Cat had no plans to wear a costume. Instead she put on a pair of blue Daisy Dukes and a red-checked blouse that exposed most of her well-muscled midsection. She wore some black, open-toed heels only slightly shorter than the pair she wore on the flight and a pair of clip-on faux diamond earrings she had borrowed from Gaby. She let her tail hang out of a custom-made hole in her shorts and made no effort to conceal it. "Look, anybody who sees me over here will just assume I'm dressed up for a party or something," she said, after taking in the disaproving look Gaby gave her. "I've owned these clothes for a long time and, damn it, this is the first chance I've had to wear them. I went through the trouble to use a depilatory on my whole body and I'm going to show some SKIN!" Gaby and Mick could only glance at each other and sigh. "Jesus, Cat, this is, like, a really religious country and junk," Gaby said, as she led the group to their transportation. "So I hope you don't cause a riot dressed like that. Anyhow, I've already hired a local cab driver to take us to several locations that may fit the site I saw in my vision. She says she's one of the few female cab drivers in Manila and she speaks good English and junk, ya know?" So the three of them piled into an old Ford Galaxy with Leonita, their guide and driver. She was a pleasant, middle-aged woman who was quick to laugh and seemed to know her business well. She was very courteous and polite, but she had a hard time figuring Cat out. "Excuse me, Missie," she said. "But what are you made up for? It a long time until Halloween." "Oh, haven't you heard?" Mick said quickly. "Manilla One is starting a new cartoon show this fall called "Cat, The Avenger." This young lady is dressed as the hero of the show to build up some publicity. This other young lady is one of the writers, an American, and she's scouting out Manila locations for inspiration for her scripts. It may be a cartoon show, but we want it to be as realistic as possible." "Realistic? Ho, ho," the cab driver said. "If you are looking for realism, her tits are way too big. Nobody in the world could have real tits that big. Nobody but a pokpok" "Say what?" Cat said. "Um, well, it's an ADULT cartoon show," Mick said. "And our network opinion polls tell us adults like women who look like this. Anyhow, Gaby, what was that first location you wanted to check out?" The cab driver gave an indignant huff and drove where Gaby instructed. "I'll show her whose tits are real," Cat muttered, as they sped along. "And what the hell is a pokpok?" For the next two hours they checked out several locations in the great city of Manila, but none of them rung a bell with the Medium. They were crossing a busy artery downtown when Gaby suddenly shouted out. "This is it, this is it, Leonita, stop the car!" Cat and Mick hopped out of the cab, while Gaby stayed with Leonita to find a parking space. Since they suspected Sali was possessed by a demon similar to Cat's, they'd hoped she could sense his presence. The street was filled with people, cars, Jeepnys and bicycles. Several slowed down to give Cat a look and a whistle, but most kept on their way, like ants with some important task to perform for the colony. Mick was lost in the crowd, but Cat seemed to catch a scent. "He's here," she said. "He's here right now!" Suddenly, Mick spotted a man who'd just gotten out of a passing car. He wore a heavy robe in spite of the heat and he stood in the middle of the street, heedless of the heavy traffic. His face was almost completely covered by dark glasses and what looked like bandages, but in one sweeping movement he flung off his robe to reveal a heavy jacket consisting of a layer of high explosives and a trigger mechanism in his hand. He shouted something in Tagalog and pushed the trigger. This had all happened so rapidly, Mick could do nothing but stand and watch, but Cat did the only thing she could do in a fraction of a second, she grabbed Mick and held him tightly to her body, putting her back to the coming blast. Mick was so close, he felt more than heard the explosion. It was like a thunder clap going off inside his head, rather than in the heavens. The flash was the brightest of all lightning bolts and Mick was momentarily blinded. The heat was unbearable and Mick thought his lungs might be permanently singed. He thought about the famous black and white films of the desert atomic bomb tests of the 50s. Now he knew what it must have felt like to have been in one of those wooden houses as it was blown away. "Oh God, Oh God," Mick thought to himself. "Don't let me die. Not here. Not now. Not like this. Please!" He couldn't say how long he spent cowering like this, then Mick remembered that Cat had covered him and taken the brunt of the blast. They had been blown at least twenty feet away from the center of the explosion and Mick's vision was finally clearing enough for him to try to get up. He was the only living thing he could see. The busy cars and bicycles were nothing more than twisted metal now, useless as fish on an unfriendly beach. He was surrounded by the dead, and they were no more than semblances of people, unrecognizable as human beings. Grotesque, charred things they were, resting at impossible angles, missing arms and legs and other important parts and barely covered in scorched, pitch-black flesh. Mick's own eyelashes and eyebrows were burned off, as was most of his sarong, although his long wig, which was tucked behind his body, remained largely untouched. His face was covered in blood from injuries to his sinuses and eardrums. Those ears would still be ringing hours from now. Still, he knew it could have been much worse if not for the protection his costume and Katherine...Katherine! He stood on his unsteady legs, turned and finally saw Katherine for the first time since the blast. He let out a shriek of horror. Cat looked like 200 pounds of raw hamburger. Her skimpy clothing was completely burned away, as was most of the skin on her back and legs. Her luxurious hair was gone, even her carefully painted claws were burned off. Her back was carpeted with nails and pieces of glass from the explosion and a large bit of unidentifiable metal was imbedded at least six inches deep into the back of her skull. Her head seemed to be attached to her neck by a thread. Mick tottered and fell to his knees, cradling Cat's head as he howled in anguish. On a purely intellectual level, of course, he knew Katherine was possessed by an immortal demon and had come back to life after even worse disasters than this. Hell, he himself had pumped three shotgun shells into her head when they first met. But that Cat was a rampaging monster, while this one was his best friend who had just saved his life. Did he know for sure whether or not she would come back this time? His brain was starting to reel from being surrounded by so much horror when he noticed forms moving through the smoke. The ground had barely stopped shaking from the force of the blast when several men rushed onto the scene. Mick noted that they weren't dressed as emergency workers and he hadn't yet heard a single emergency siren. In fact, they were dressed very similarly to the bomber, in robes and with scarves to cover their faces. They seemed to be searching for something close to the epicenter of the blast and one of them shouted to the others when he apparently saw what they were looking for. They scooped what looked like a bloody piece of a body into a body bag and turned to leave when one of them spotted Mick as he knelt in the middle of the street, holding what was left of Cat, vacantly staring at them. "The master said there was another like him here today," one of them said in English. "That must be her, who else could survive this? Take her and let's go." Two burly men grabbed Mick and took him away. He tried to fight, to stay by Cat's side, but he was in no condition to resist. They loaded him and the body bag into a commandeered SUV and sped off. "Minnie! Jesus, Minnie!" the Medium shouted, as she saw her friend being hauled away. Leonita had just finished parking the cab when the bomb went off. The force of the blast flipped the old Ford over on it's side and knocked the cab driver unconscious. By the time Gaby had managed to get them both out of the car the robed men were making their get-away with Mouse. Suddenly the air was full of the sounds of alarms and sirens as dozens of emergency workers converged on the scene. After making sure that someone was taking care of Leonita's injuries, Gaby carefully searched the area where she had last seen Mouse. "Miss, don't bother looking there," someone said to her. "Anyone there is dead. Please help us look for the living." Gaby ignored the plea and continued her search. She gasped when she finally found what was left of Cat and covered her mouth to keep from heaving. A rough hand landed on her shoulder and she turned with her fist balled up to strike. "Now, hold on, Miss Medium, we don't need to be fighting each other at a time like this." It was Colonel Luis Romulo, second in command of The Philippine Constabulary, a special police force responsible for nationwide internal security. Gaby had met him at the hotel earlier this day to discuss the bomb threat. "I see you were right with your warning and I wish we had taken it more seriously," he said. "Who is that you were grieving over? Is it one of your partners from The Protectors?" "Yes, yes, it's The Cat," Gaby said. "We got here too late to stop the bomber. Her sister, The Mouse, was captured and taken away by the terrorists. They were driving a green SUV, a Toyota I believe." While the Colonel used his portable radio to send out an all-points bulletin, Gaby turned again to the fallen Cat. "Colonel Romulo, I know this sounds crazy, but we've got to get this body out of here. We need to take her back to her hotel room now." "What?'' the Colonel said, as he tried to coordinate area security. "Yes, that is crazy and highly illegal. This is a crime scene, you know. Why should I do such a thing?" "Colonel, I know it's a clich?, but you are going to have to trust me on this. Didn't you just say you should have taken my warning about the bomb more seriously? Believe me, in its own way, this is just as important. For real." The Colonel sighed and scratched his head. Then he signaled for several soldiers to come and carry Cat's body to an army truck. They returned to the hotel, covered Cat's body with clean sheets and took it to her room by the back way. After they deposited the body on Cat's bed, Gaby had the Colonel dismiss his men and made a call to Bob, the security guard still at the airport, to come and help. "Colonel, all we can do now is wait," Gaby said. "Please let me know if you find out where they took The Mouse. I know you have a lot to do. I'll be most useful right here." The Colonel wasn't too happy about being sent away by this strange young American woman, but he did have pressing business elsewhere so he left reluctantly -- after posting two guards at the door to the room. When the Protectors' own security arrived, Gaby had him stay in the living room while she continued her lone vigil over Cat's body. Bob kept himself busy with a portable satellite hook-up he used to give Nancy Miller a personal run-down of events and then made sure that Gaby would not be disturbed. Gaby had an emergency medical kit to tend to her own minor cuts and bruises and changed into another set of all-black clothes while she waited for...she wasn't really sure what she was waiting for. She knew about Cat's supposed ability to regenerate, of course, but, having never actually seen any such thing in person she couldn't help but be skeptical. She did know that Mick (Minnie to her) was in deep trouble and she prayed the Colonel's men could find the terrorists before they could harm her friend. Gaby had been in the room with Cat's body for about an hour when she noticed a faint green glow beginning to emanate from the bloody corpse. She closed the curtains and turned off the light to get a better look and on closer examination Gaby could see that something was happening to Cat's body. Just then she was struck in the forehead by the blunt end of a nail. She squeaked in surprise and reeled back as other bits and pieces of shrapnel flew from Cat's body, like a pincushion in reverse. Once all the foreign objects were gone, the ruined flesh began to knit itself back together, re-covering areas that that been nothing but charred bones only moments before. The process began slowly, then proceeded at a more and more rapid pace. Soon skin began to cover the exposed regenerated flesh and then furry hair grew over that skin. Gaby tore open her traveling bag for a small digital camera to get a record of this miracle. "The Perfesser won't believe it, the Perfesser won't believe it," Gaby excitedly repeated to herself, when there was an insistent rumble from just outside the hotel room door. "What the fuck?" Gaby muttered, as she opened the bedroom door to see what had happened. Bob, the security guard, grabbed her arm and pulled her to the floor. "Get down," he yelled, as he pulled out his semi-automatic pistol. "Someone is attacking this room and I think they've already taken out the Filipino guards." Sure enough, two robed men smashed into the room through what was left of the door, spraying the air with bullets and curses. Bob returned fire, but he was hopelessly outgunned by the assailants with their assault rifles. He managed to hit one of them in the shoulder, but was himself hit in the chest, inches from the heart. He was out of the fight for now and it was up to Gaby to save them. "Well, I've never tried this in the field before, but there's no time like the present," she thought, as the masked men charged. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the metal in their rifles and the weapons started to vibrate. Suddenly, the guns fell apart in the men's hands, much to their astonishment. Gaby was determined to press her advantage. "Run! Get out of here before I do the same thing to you," she bluffed. "I have strong magic and junk here and you can't fight it!" In reality, Gaby had already performed the best trick the Perfesser had taught her and was now basically sucking air. The two men hesitated for a moment, looked at each other, then pulled out two very long knives and turned back to Gaby. "Ah shit, ya know?" Gaby said to herself as the two men approached, carrying certain death with them. "Gaby, hit the floor," a voice said. Gaby dropped and a totally naked Cat popped out of the bedroom and hurled a full-size couch at the advancing terrorists. One was bowled over like a ten-pin, while the other dodged aside. He threw his knife at Cat's head, but she intercepted it with her open hand. The 8" blade sunk into the palm of that hand up to the hilt, but Cat didn't even flinch. She calmly pulled out the knife with her teeth, grabbed the terrorist with her other hand and casually tossed him through the room's picture window. He screamed all the way to the ground 10 stories below. Cat lifted the heavy couch off the other fanatic like it was a pillow and held him aloft by his injured arm. His eyes bulged with pain and his face was drenched in sweat as his feet dangled off the floor. "Allah's not going to help you now, scum, nor is Akbar Sali," Cat said grimly. "You think Sali is a messenger from God? Well, I'm a messenger from the Devil, and if you don't tell me where my sister is right now, you are going to be joining the Devil in hell tonight." Cat grinned and exposed all her long, sharp teeth. Her claws had all grown back sharper than ever and she was ready to use them to strip the flesh off this man's body, inch by inch if need be, to get what she wanted. The terrorist she held was a fanatic, willing to die for his misbegotten cause. But no one had told him he would have to face something like Cat. "Aieee," he screamed. "I don't know, I don't know. The American superhero is being held in a place unknown to me. Juan and I, we were sent here to capture the cat woman and to take her to a certain location for pick-up. We are still new to this group and must prove ourselves before we will be trusted with the location of Akbar Sali's hideout. I swear by Allah, that's all I know!" "Cat, he's telling the truth, man, believe me,'' Gaby said. She had been busy seeing to Bob and the soldiers at the door. Bob had a clean chest wound mitigated by his bulletproof vest and would live, while one of the soldiers was dead and the other just hanging on. The aura of Malato-Zu was strong about Cat now and Gaby knew she was capable of anything. "Please don't kill that man in cold blood. Then you'll be no better than him or his sick master." Just then Colonel Romulo and a half dozen of his men came charging into the room. They stopped like they'd hit a brick wall when they saw Cat. "That's, that's, that's the same woman who was killed at the intersection earlier today?" the Colonel stuttered. "How, how, how?" "All part of the life of a superhero, Colonel," Gaby said, with false confidence. "We've got a plan to capture Sali and get our partner back. Cat, why don't you give the Colonel his prisoner and I'll tell him our plan." Cat sneered, then tossed the terrorist into the arms of the startled soldiers. She turned and walked back to her bedroom, allowing the Colonel's men a shot of ass to go along with the tit. "Excuse me, Colonel," she snarled. "I got to make myself decent and I lost Gaby's earrings." *** Akbar Sali had been hiding in plain sight. His base of operations was in an old warehouse in Manilla's vast waterfront district. Sometime long ago, perhaps before WW2, the owner of the building had dug a large bomb shelter under the warehouse, a shelter everyone had forgotten about, but Sali had somehow been able to sniff out. In spite of all the efforts to find him, Sali was sure he would remain hidden, right in the heart of Manilla, to do Allah's will. Mick had no idea where they had taken him. As soon as Sali's henchmen carried him off they'd covered his head with a burlap sack. He couldn't see and his hearing was still affected by the bomb blast. When the bag was removed several hours later, all Mick could tell was he was in what looked like an underground shelter of some kind, seated in a wooden chair, bound at his arms and legs -- and staring into the partially covered face of Akbar Sali. "So you are what the infidels call a 'superhero', eh?'' he said to Mick. "Pathetic! I am not impressed. You are an American but you hide yourself as a Filipino woman. Are you afraid to let the people of this country know what you really are?" Mick wondered what Sali would think if he knew what Mick really was. "My men, in their enthusiasm, mistook you for another of my kind," Sali said, as he paced the floor. "They brought you here, which they should not have done. However, we may still find some use for you." "You twisted bastard," Mick spat out. "You killed dozens of innocent people with that bomb blast; your own people. What kind of monster does something like that?" Sali walked up to Mick and slapped him with the back of his hand. Sali wasn't nearly as physically impressive as Cat, but his hand still felt like it was made of cement. Mick could see that hand was unusually large and the unkempt fingernails looked more like jagged claws. Sali's bare feet were also large and clawed. Even in his lair he preferred to keep most of his body covered, with a robe or with bandages. The parts that weren't covered with cloth seemed to be covered with thick brown hair. Mick was also pretty sure Sali had a tail; not a fake one like his own, a real one, like Cat's. "My own people, you say," Sali said, as he continued to pace. "My own people. Tell me, American, what do you know of the history of the Philippine people; of our centuries of subjugation by the Spanish, then the Americans; of the thousands of Filipinos murdered by the United States Army during their occupation; of the undeclared war the Christians have waged against the Muslim minority for more than 50 years? And you condemn me for killing those who torture and persecute those of my faith? Bah, you know nothing!" "And what about that demon who lives inside you now?" Mick countered. "How many of your followers know the true source of your power? How many of them would follow you if they knew what an unclean thing you really are?" Sali's eyes fairly glowed at Mick's words. He made all his men leave the room and closed the door behind them. He again started pacing the floor, not unlike a nervous lab rat in its cage. "Yes, since you are a friend of the cat woman I must assume you would know about the demons," he said. "I found mine while trying to set off a bomb in a museum filled with awful, pagan things. The police surprised us and I barely got away, but not before I took this." Sali opened a locked box on his desk and, sure enough, inside was a familiar looking terra cotta figurine. This one was of a man with the head and limbs of a rat, baring it's teeth as if at an unseen threat. He also took a sponge off the desk and dipped it in a near by bucket of water. "This strange object seemed to call to me as we escaped from the museum," he continued as he used the sponge to wipe the dried blood off Mick's face. "I stopped to scoop it up and we were gone. When I returned to my hiding place on Mindanao, I examined it more closely. I have a degree in history from one of your prestigious American universities, but this thing baffled me. Then, once again it spoke, only more clearly this time. "'Akbar Sali,' " it said, 'speak my name and gain the power to make the Christians bend to the will of Allah. The infidels must be sacrificed if there is to be a true homeland for my people.'" "And what name would you have me speak?" I asked. "It replied, 'My name is Ratesie. Say it now and become the avenger of Allah.' I spoke the name and became as you see me now. When next it spoke to me, my men and I had just ambushed and killed several government agents. Then Ratesie told me more of it's plans, plans it did not tell me before it thought it had me where it wanted me." "'You must consume the flesh of the dead infidels,' it said to my mind, as I stood over their bodies. 'In that way you will gather their souls and become even more powerful, to do Allah's will.'" "I sent all my men away and spoke to the demon as I do to you now," Sali said. "I told him that I would not defile myself with human flesh and that any creature that would ask me to was not an agent of Allah, but of Satan. Oh, it tried it's best to get me to eat the flesh of my enemies, but I would not. Finally, we compromised. I promised to kill as many infidels as I could and it promised to stop demanding I defile myself. So, you see, Miss Mouse, I know full well where the being in me comes from, but as long as I can use it to do God's will, I shall." In spite of his perilous situation, Mick was fascinated by Sali's story. This man had actually defied the demon possessing him, something that Katherine Filin could not do. How had he done it? Was it because he, unlike the others Mick knew about, was not almost dead when the demon took over? Was his demon weaker than the others? Or was Sali's will and faith simply stronger than Cat's or Stankovic's? Mick could almost feel admiration for Sali, if it weren't for the fact that he was a terrorist and a butcher who had willingly sacrificed the lives of hundreds to his cause. Sali had moved very close to wipe off Mick's face and Mick was beginning to see more details of what Ratesie had done to the man who was now Akbar Sali. In spite of his cultured English, Sali was still a disgusting figure. His eyes were black and beady and had dark circles under them, as if he hadn't slept in a very long time. His clothing was dirty and unkempt and he had a foul odor about him that was stirred up every time he moved. His nose, what Mick could see of it, was large and hooked. "Ha, I am quite a sight, am I not?" Sali said, as if reading Mick's mind. He picked up a framed photograph from his desk and showed it to Mick. "Here is what I looked like as a student, when I was still an infidel by the name of Dante Estrada. Was I not handsome in those days?" Yes, Mick had to admit, the young man in the picture was very good looking. He was what people in the Philippines call a mestizo, a person of mixed race, and he seemed to combine the best characteristics of all those races. Tall, dark, with sharp features and an undeniable intelligence that came through even in the old snapshot. Mick thought, if he had any leanings toward going with a man, the man Sali used to be would have been quite a nice catch. Mick looked up and caught Sali looking at him intently, perhaps even longingly? "What's going on here, Sali?" Mick asked. "You said yourself that your men shouldn't have brought me here, so what am I doing here now?" "Oh, ah, well, Ms. Mouse, you are, you are here to bait a trap for your partner, the Cat," Sali said clumsily. "Your company is only, only a bonus, yes, a bonus, for a, for a lonely man." Mick couldn't believe it. Sali was acting like a lovesick calf, stumbling all over himself. If he didn't know better, he would swear this murderer was falling in love with him. It reminded Mick of a scene from "The Hunchback of Notre Dame," only he was the beauty and Sali was the beast. Oh well, might as well make the most of it, he thought. "You say you're lonely, Akbar?" Mick asked, as he forced himself to smile. "You don't have to be, you know. You ought to come out of this rathole without a bomb sometime and see what you're missing." Mick smiled even wider and Sali started pacing twice as fast as before. He has obviously given up a lot for his cause, Mick thought, maybe even a fanatic like him can have second thoughts. Mick started licking his lips with his tongue as seductively as he could, although without his eyebrows or eyelashes he felt he looked more comical than seductive. "Akbar?" Mick asked. "You're so much bigger and stronger than me, can't you loosen these ropes on my arms and legs, please? You know I can't do anything to hurt you, even if I wanted to, and they're cutting off my circulation." Sali slowed his pace and once again stole a shy look at Mouse. It had been so long, he thought, so long since he last felt a woman's touch, held one in his arms, listened to the music of her laugh. Surely Allah would not begrudge him a little happiness while doing His will? Sali walked up to Mouse and in seconds had ripped the strong ropes to shreds. He took Mick in his arms, firmly, but gently, and closed his eyes while puckering his rodent-like lips. Mick was about to force a powerful sleeping pill he had palmed from a secrete compartment in his costume into Sali's mouth when an alarm rang out: "They have her! They have The Cat! And the other one too!" A seductive spell seemed to be broken. "Ah, this is unexpected," Sali said, as he called for his men and roughly handed Mick to one of his lieutenants. He bid them bring his new captives into his office at once. Cat and Gaby were unceremoniously brought into the shelter's main room. Gaby had her hands cuffed behind her back, while Cat was carried in by four men on a metal pole covered in at least 50 pounds of heavy chains. At the head of this little parade was a robed man with his face partially covered with scarves and his arm in a sling. "They killed Juan, but Jaime got the cat woman and her lap dog accompanist," a man said. "All praise to Allah and to Akbar Sali." "The Western pigs send three women to do men's work," Sali said. "They ought to be ashamed of themselves, but what more can you expect?" "Why not send women to take care of a bunch of pussies like you, Ratface?" Cat said, with her typical finesse. "You can't even handle me by yourself." Sali declined to take the bait and just smiled at the cat woman. "Oh, I have no doubt you would be a lot of trouble to handle, so I am not even going to try," he said. "I trust you have some feelings for your two friends here, yes? Did I not see you protect this pretty girl with your own invulnerable body? What if I told you I will have her head blown away if you make even the slightest move against us, eh?" Sali nodded and one of his thugs placed the barrel of a high-powered pistol on Gaby's temple. Mick wondered if there was a reason the gun wasn't put at his head. "So, this is the moment where I beg you to join me to help take over the world and you refuse and start singing the "Star Spangled Banner" and the walls all come crumbling down, right? Wrong! It's not going to happen like that this time. I will tell you what's going to happen." Sali led everyone, his stooges, and the Protectors, to a large workshop area. It was where they repaired their weapons and made their bombs and it was loaded with various power tools. "Ms. Cat, I know there is no point in trying to kill you, so instead, your body will be divided into six parts," Sali said, as he fondly stroked a chain saw. "Each part will be taken at least 100 miles out to sea in a different direction, covered in chains and dropped. Even if that doesn't kill you, it will be a very, very long time before you're all together again, if ever." "Nice plan," Cat said, calmly. "I thought of something like that myself to do to someone like us. Got the idea while watching "The Iron Giant" on the Disney Channel. However, I'm not going to just stand for that unless you promise that Gaby and Minnie go free." "You have my word," Sali said, with an evil grin. "As Allah's prophet." "The word of a blasphemer! Gaby, I need your best trick again!" With that, the Medium concentrated and her cuffs, Cat's chains and the gun aimed at her head all clanged to the floor in pieces. Mick was already lose and took out the gunman covering Gaby with a roundhouse kick. Cat shrugged off the fanatics trying to hold her like a dog would a few bothersome fleas and bounded straight for Sali. "Shoot them, shoot them, kill them," Sali shouted, as he dashed back for his office with Cat in hot pursuit. There were a dozen gunmen either in the workroom or close by, but the first one to fire his weapon was the robed man who came in with Cat and Gaby. Only this man's target was the onrushing fanatics. He had killed or injured five of the startled terrorists before they thought to take cover from him. "Nice shooting, Colonel," Gaby said, as she, Mick and Romulo took refuge behind a heavy metal desk. "I can't believe those idiots didn't realize you were a plant." "Don't get too happy just yet, Medium. They are starting to re-group and they still have numbers on us. Where are Sali and the cat woman?" "Cat can take care of herself," Mick said, as he put on his gloves and mask, which Gaby had retrieved from the cab. "We've got our own problems right now." As if to emphasize that fact a hand grenade landed in front of the metal desk just then and the blast lifted it into the air. Gaby and Romulo scrambled for more cover, but Mick decided it was time to take the fight to their enemies. He took a running leap and landed behind the gunmen before they could adjust their rifle sights. Then he was in their midst, like a tiny whirlwind. He didn't have his trank gun, but his gloves were loaded with heavy metal shot and every blow he landed felt like being hit with a hammer. No one could get a bead on him because of his constant motion and those who did get off a shot were more likely to hit one of their own than Mick. "Whoa, I've never seen Mouse fight like that before," Gaby said in admiration. "I thought her sister was tops, but look at her go!" Meanwhile, Sali had reached his office with Cat right on his heels. He yanked open a hidden trap door and dropped through. Without a second's hesitation Cat followed into the utter darkness. Cat wasn't sure how long she fell, but she landed on her feet ready for action. "You're a fool, Sali. Did you think the darkness would stop me? I can see just as well in the dark as you can." Cat saw a sickly green glow from around a roughly dug-out corner. Then she heard heavy breathing and the sound of cloth ripping. She had a sinking feeling that she knew what was happening, when she heard a voice in her head. "You are the fool, American bitch. The only reason I led you down here was so that my followers would not see what I have to become to deal with you." Sali emerged from behind the corner, only now he was more rat than human, a six foot tall rat with red glowing eyes and a mouth full of jagged teeth. He had lost the ability to speak, of course, but he could still communicate with Cat mentally. "Oh I'm so scared," Cat said sarcastically. "I lived off of rats for weeks on the ship that took me from Africa to America, rodent. Developed quite a taste for them, actually." Sali snarled and threw a paw full of dirt in Cat's face. In the time it took her to cover her eyes, he was on her and had his hairy paws around her throat. "Chose your next witticism carefully, infidel. It may be your last!" The two supernaturally powered foes rolled frenetically in the dark and the dirt, Cat furiously clawing at Sali's face and the fanatic holding onto her neck with a grip of iron. At this point, they were about equal in weight, but Sali was almost all demon and his strength was superior. He squeezed Cat's neck with enough force to crush a steel pipe. Cat began to glow weakly, but Sali only laughed. "No, no, American, Malato-Zu will not be saving you this time," he said, as his mouth began to slobber. "I will squeeze the life out of your obscene body before she can take charge." Just then there was an explosion of automatic weapons fire. Sali felt a dozen high velocity shells sink into his broad back and he wheeled around to see who had dared this outrage. It was Mouse! Mick had lowered himself into the pitch-black hole on a rope and used the night vision installed in his mask's goggles to target the terrorist. "Sorry, Akbar honey, I know you're lonely but I get real jealous when my dates try to go out with my sister." With an inhuman scream, Sali lunged at Mouse. Out of ammunition, the little detective tried to hold up the rifle for protection, but Sali smashed it in two with one blow. One more blow would send Mick to his maker, but before it could be delivered Sali felt a paw-like hand on his shoulder. In one motion the full-demon Cat spun Sali around with that hand and plunged the other wrist deep into the rat man's chest. She pulled out his still beating heart and held it for the terrorist to examine. Sali blinked twice, then fell to the dirt floor with a loud thud. The demon Cat gave a roar of triumph and greedily swallowed the heart in one gulp like it was a fried chicken liver. A familiar sickening feeling was coming over Mick's stomach when the demon grabbed him in one arm and Sali's body in the other and effortlessly jumped out of the pit. Gaby's eyes almost bugged out of her head when she saw the demon, face still bloody, carrying the limp Sali and Mouse like two bags of flour. "Mi, Mi, Mi, Minnie? Are you all right?" Mick jumped out of the demon Cat's arm and rushed to hug the shaken Medium. "Yeah, Gaby, I'm OK," he said, as he squeezed her hands. "Where's the Colonel?" "He's out looking for stragglers and signaling his men to come running." "Do me a favor, please," Mick said. "Go to the entrance of this complex and make sure he and his men don't disturb us. Cat and I have something to do in the workshop." "But...Oh, all right, but I don't think I can hold him off for long." "A few minutes should be long enough, Gaby, thanks." Gaby ran off and Mick went to join the demon who had already placed Sali's body on a large metal bench in the workshop. Using a chainsaw they quickly cut Sali's head, arms and legs away from his torso, then wrapped and tied the separate pieced in canvas. For some reason, Mick felt the need to make light conversation in the middle of their grim task. "Well Malato, I'm surprised you didn't eat more of the old rat." The demon gave Mick a curious look, then grabbed a small blackboard and a piece of chalk and scribbled a message. "i've grown tired of the taste of rat meat" Mick was shocked. Malato-Zu had never communicated with him before. "What the hell?" he said. "You know English?" "i am 565,987 years old i know many things human" Mick's head began to swim. "One doesn't talk to a muli-millennia old demon every day," he thought. "There's about a thousand questions I could ask her, but the Colonel and his men will be busting in here any minute. Only time for one." "OK, Ms. Zu," Mick said, while clearing his throat. "Why is Katherine acting so weird? Why is she trying to jump my bones all at once?" "because she's in heat fool she must mate soon and she wants to mate with you" Just then Gaby yelled from the entrance. "Hey, the Colonel wants in and he is not going to take no for an answer." In an instant the demon collapsed and returned to her more human form. Mick stared at the furry, naked Cat contemplating what he had just learned, when the Colonel rushed in with a dozen of his men. "Those bloody packages you see are what's left of Akbar Sali," Mick said. "I'd strongly advise you to dispose of them this way." He detailed the disposal plan and got Romulo's promise that it would be carried out just so. Then he covered Cat with an army blanket, quietly put the idol of Ratesie in a handy duffel bag and had Cat once again transported to their hotel room. It was agreed that the sooner the three adventurers left the country the better, so it was only slightly after nightfall when the re-fueled private jet was once again in the air. Cat was still out and would remain so for the entire trip. "Just think: she came back from the dead, fought Sali tooth and claw and transformed to Malato-Zu," Mick said. "She'll probably sleep for days." *** Mick had had several days to ponder what the demon had told him. "So," he thought, "Katherine is in heat. Damn, I should have guessed that was the problem. I mean, no matter how she looks and what she used to be, Cat is, basically, a mature lioness and from all the nature films I've ever seen, they get really desperate to mate when they're in heat. It all makes sense." "Are you ready, Baby?" Cat asked, from the other side of the bed. "Oh, Honey, this is going to be so good." She was dressed in a diaphanous white silk gown and nothing else. Her coal-black hair was down on her shoulders and her huge eyes smoldered with desire. She arched her back so Mick could get the best view of her more than generous breasts, while she used one hand to delicately stroke her pubic area. The juices were already flowing there and Mick could hear a slight snapping sound from where she rubbed her fingers. Mick was nervous as hell. He wore nothing but a pair of white briefs (not panties, briefs!) and although the room was cool, a thin layer of sweat covered his body. The heat Cat was generating could melt an iceberg. "I'm only doing Cat a favor," he thought, as he turned out the light. "No matter what I may think of this, she deserves a favor. Look how many times she's saved my life! I wonder if she'd let me use a condom? I kind of doubt it." Cat urgently reached out for him and despite the fact that she was much stronger than Mick, she touched him gently, delicately, oh so tenderly. He knew all she had to do was flex her muscles and she could break him like a dry twig, but, somehow, he felt safe from harm. In fact, the thought of making love to someone so much more powerful than himself was kind of arousing. "Mick, I know you don't really love me, not in a sexual way, I mean. And yet you're still willing to do this for me. I want you to know that I really appreciate it." With that she crushed Mick's lips to hers, thrusting her tongue deep down his throat. Mick was surprised, given her diet, how good Cat's mouth and tongue tasted. She backed away slightly and pulled off the gown in one motion. This was a sight Mick had seen many times, but it was still breathtaking. Cat had a body only an artist, and a perverted one at that, could create. "Suck on my nipples, Darling. They're aching to have your mouth on them." Mick did as he was asked and found that once again Cat's breasts were producing what seemed to be milk. Since neither Cat, nor Katherine, had ever given birth, Mick had to wonder where the milk came from, but one taste of the precious fluid and all his questions were forgotten. "Mmm, Cat, your milk, it, it tastes so good, so sweet. Like honey and cream, like the food of the gods." Meanwhile, Cat had pulled away Mick's briefs and was pleased to see the little man had a big boner throbbing between his legs already. She smiled, but not enough to show her frightening teeth, dipped down and gently sucked his penis into her mouth. Mick was so excited he didn't even think about Tony Bass. The combination of Cat's warm mouth and rough tongue had an electric effect on Mick and within seconds he was pumping her mouth full of his sperm. Cat swallowed every drop and licked her lips to make sure none got away. Then she lay the grinning Mick on his back. "That was great, Baby, but Cat wants more. Can your idy, biddy cat girl have some more, please?" Cat grabbed his semi-hard dick and shoved it into her oven hot vagina. Then, as she straddled Mick, she squeezed her giant breasts and sent two streams of her tasty milk right into his open mouth. Mick swallowed the bluish white liquid with relish and in the back of his mind he noticed that he was getting an even better hard-on than the one he had the first time. Cat started working her hips and pelvis up and down on Mick's growing shaft, creating a loud sucking noise that seemed to fill the room, in addition to the stronger and stronger odor of sex. Mick screamed like a banshee and once again let go with an even larger load than before. Cat seemed to be glowing with contentment and her pleasure was palpable. "One more time, Lover. One more time." *** A week had passed and no one had seen or heard from Cat or Mouse. The Medium was getting anxious, but wasn't sure what to do. Nightman was staring her in the face, expecting some answers. "Look, I know you and Cat and Mouse have been going over to that guru of yours quite often lately," he said. "And I know the three of you went out of the country together more than a week ago." "How'd he know that?" Gaby thought. "Jesus, can you keep any secrets from this guy?" "If you and those girls want to do things on your own, I have no objection to that," he continued. "But they missed the last Destroyers attack and because we weren't at full strength those villains robbed the boxoffice at Madison Square Garden and got away. I Know Mr. Fix-it wasn't there either, but he was on a pre-approved vacation in Canada with his wife and he's not much use in a fight, anyhow. "However, I have heard no excuses for the absence of The Cat and The Mouse. I've tried calling their emergency number a dozen times and the person who answers doesn't seem to have a clue where they are either. Gaby, you are closer to them than any of us. As of right now, they are suspended from action without pay. If you can't get some word from them by the time of our next regular meeting in 24 hours, I will have no choice but to petition for their expulsion from this organization. And I don't think even Nancy Miller will be able to help them get out of that one." Crushed, the Medium slowly made her way to her car. But just as she sat in the driver's seat her cellphone buzzed insistently. "Hello, Medium, Gaby? My name is Nickey. You don't know me, but I'm a friend of Cat and Mouse. Listen, I know you must be worried about them and they want to see you now. Please meet me at the following address as soon as you can." Gaby broke all the traffic laws on her way to Mick's apartment in the Columbia University area. She was met at the front of the building by a slight young man she assumed to be Nickey. They shook hands. "Hi, I'm Nickey Greao, Mick's friend." "Yeah, like, I recognize your voice from the emergency number Cat and Mouse gave us and junk. But who's Mick?" "Mick Montana, his father owns this building," Nickey said, as he led Gaby up the stairs to the top floor apartment. "But I believe you know him better as The Mouse." "What, the Mouse is a man? How is that possible? Why?" "Mick was worried about people figuring out his secret identity," Nickey said, as they neared their goal. "Being so short and being a fairly well-known detective, well, maybe it was a harebrained scheme, but no one ever figured it out, did they?" "I sure didn't," the Medium said, with a shake of her head. "Neither did anyone else. So why spill the beans now?" As if in answer, Nickey simply opened the door to Mick's apartment. There seated in a rocking chair was Cat. She had a beatific smile on her face and a shawl around her shoulders. In her arms was a tiny little baby, cooing and giggling to beat the band. The baby looked to be about a year old and was dwarfed by the smiling cat woman. Gaby's maternal instincts switched into overdrive and she ran to get a closer look at the child. "Oh, oh, oh," she gushed. "If that isn't the sweetest, cutest baby I've ever seen! Oh that coal-black hair, those precious red lips, those bright blue eyes. Is it a boy or a girl?" "It's a girl and she's hungry," Cat said, the Madonna-like smile still plastered on her face. She lifted one of her gigantic breasts out of her peasant blouse and gently stuck its nipple into the baby's mouth. It was all the little girl could do to get the huge nipple in her mouth, but she managed to successfully latch on and was soon happily sucking away. "Nickey," Gaby whispered in Greao's ear. "That baby looks a lot like Mouse. Did Mick get Cat pregnant? Don't tell me he skipped out on her." Nickey looked up at Gaby and she was surprised to see the tears in his eyes. "That ain't Mick's baby," he said with a sob. "That IS Mick." Gaby gasped. End Episode Six