Claude laughed, remembering the look on John's face before the drugs kicked into his system. The drugs were born in Henrietta's lab. She, herself a former Chemical Engineer expelled from the University of Amsterdam because of her open ideas on chemical warfare. The drugs were administered into John's body by a tiny needle strapped to Henrietta's finger and carrying 0.5 milligrams of the formula: an offshoot of the PCP (Phenyl Cyclohexyl Piperidine) compound.

Then there is Sieg. They call him Skeleton Brains. Claude laughed at the thought. A super-genious computer hacker. He tried to go through the university's Computer Engineering program, but he found the subjects too easy for him to pay attention to, especially since his hyperactive brain creates ideas once every three milliseconds!

So, as surprising as it sounds, he flunked. He now works for Eisenvorhang (The Iron Curtain), along with the others. He got recruited after going famous in the underground world with his invention of the Noisy Port. A card that's attached into a slot in the computer and produces an intensive sonic pitch when an intruder tries to snoop into your computer. Since the invention damages the eardrum (or, if set to the highest frequency can shatter it!) he was placed in jail for attempted terrorism. In jail he decided, "The hell with trying to make it legitimate in this world. No one appreciates you. The underground is where I belong." Surely enough, his oath was fulfilled. As soon as he got out of jail, 4 years later, there was a job waiting for him at this infamous German mob.

Claude rolled back the window and flicked the cigarette out. He started rolling the window back up, but he paused for a moment... Just a moment.... Then he continued rolling the window till it was shut. He rubbed his chin, then slowly reached under his jacket and pulled out his Uzi.

He slammed on the breaks thrice in the traditional non-ABS emergency break.

"AUMPH!" the intruder fell in the back seat. A female's voice. He jumped to the other seat and aimed his gun at the woman.

"So it was a trap. Pretty smart. Who are you?" It was obvious he was pissed.

She climbed back onto her seat. She was a pure-bred French-girl, and he could tell from his first glance. She was pure blonde. Sparkly blue eyes and thick lips, no lipstick, just the way Claude liked it. She wore a plain, tight brown suit. (The color of the leather seats).

"How did you know..." She asked.
"You're stupid, you were standing right above me; don't you know hummers have very big side mirrors? And by the way, no one ever aims a gun at me. And those who do it jokingly die first, then I laugh later. Now answer the question, who the FUCK are you?"
"Officer Kathrine Lapierre. Interpol. Call me Kate." She answered and extended her hand to shake his.
"What the fuck? I'm pointing an Uzi in your face, you should be AFRAID. And I call YOU whatever I WANT, bitch."
"Go ahead, kill me. I'm underpaid anyway." She diligently replied.
"Alright. I can shoot you in the head right now, or we can go for a nice quiet ride, maybe have some dinner, then go to my place for a little drink, then I shoot you in the head; if you prefer to go down with class. So which one would it be?" He calmly asked.
"Let's see... Umm... Can I phone a friend?" She asked, softly.
He smashed her head with the Uzi. "You make me laugh, bitch. Now shut the fuck up, I'll make the plans myself." He carelessly threw her to the front seat and courteously tied her seatbelt. He rolled the window down and threw her pistol out. "It's called frisking, I'm good, aren't I?"
She nodded, not feeling like cracking another joke. The "crack" on her head gave her too much of a headache. She brushed her hair out of her face, wincing as she brushed the part of her forehead where she was bleeding.
He lit another cigarette and continued driving off. The hummer picked up speed and the wind started blowing on Claude's face.

She shut her eyes and took a deep breath.
Claude turned to her. "What you gonna do? Try to distract me by taking off your shirt? Ain't gonna work, as much as I admire your -works- you know."

There was silence as they stared blankly at each other.

Kate smiled, and with one hand opened her door and with the other unlatched the seatbelt, making her take off into the street at 60 KPH. However, she twisted, raising a leg high up - balancing her body in the air, then landed on all fours on the road:
The Cat-Tail Maneuver.

Claude watched this in bewilderment with his back against the steering wheel. "What the hell". Not noticing the hummer was going towards the other lane on the road! He turned around back to his steering wheel, jacked up the handbrake and spun a perfect 180. But you have to realize that only people with an extremely high agility and driving experience can pull that off in a hummer!

"Ok smart-ass, now what." Kate asked herself as the hummer roared towards her.
"Don't PUSH me." She hissed, her nose fiercely wrinkled with her forehead.
The hummer accelerated, Claude laughed lunatically. But before slamming into her, Kate jumped, taking total control of her Animal Assimilation and landed on the roof. "She's a freak!" Claude screamed. And spun the car in zigzags, trying to make her fall.

Kate's face turned to a wicked frown, and you qould swear that you were seeing an angry cat's face. The palm of her hands were now pads, and through the tips of her fingers, claws started growing, breaking her nails in half. The rest of her hands were now full of thick white hair.

Claude was panicking, yet angry. "That bitch is a cat, should've killed the freak when I had the chance."

He screamed as claws ripped across his face, barely missing his left eye.
The car screeched and veered, then crashed at a light post, throwing Kate across the sidewalk.

Claude shook his head, kicked open the door and loaded his Uzi. "Cat-Bitch. Today, you die."

She moaned. Then raised her face off the sidewalk and turned to look at Claude. "The name... Is Wily Kate.."
"What? How old are you? 25? You should've outgrown your cartoons." Claude mocked.

He squeezed the trigger.... Kate was, one moment lying completely on the floor, and the other hurtling upwards.

Claude looked up, his eyes so wide they were almost ripping out of their sockets, Kate's foot sprawled across the air and crashed through Claude's face.

She landed; didn't even need to gasp for breath.

Now completely back in human form, she unzipped one of the pockets of her leather suit; she took out a pair of handcuffs while turning Claude's half-conscious body around.

"..And YOU, Monsieur Claude... Are under International arrest."

(Continue...)