And then there was one. . . .

Somewhere in a dark alley, Thwei Halkrath turned off his invisibility cloak and tinkered with his minicomputer. On the screen, he was setting up the amount of time before detonation; in his culture, if a Predator/Yautja failed in a hunt, or had to exterminate an extra-terrestrial infestation, they would set up their minicomputer to self destruct and destroy not only them and their prey, but also an area about the size of a metropolis like Megakat City—the only way the alien monster could keep their honor, for dishonor (in the hunt or otherwise) was worse than death.

However, Thwei Halkrath didn't start the timer, for he felt confident that he could still claim the SWAT Kats as his ultimate prize. His mandibles twisted into a smile as a brief, evil chuckle came out of his throat, a glint of malevolence in his eyes.

Hearing the roar of the Turbokat's engines, the Predator looked up at his quarry before turning on his invisibility cloak and running off again.

In the Turbokat, however, Razor was using the Predator's mask, scanning the city the best he could.

"Any luck, buddy?" asked T-Bone.

"No," said Razor, peering through the mask, "not yet, pal. How could something as big as the Predator disappear in Megakat City so well?"

"Well, at least Professor Hackle said the function of those visors was the same as the mask."

"I know, but still I—wait a minute, there it is!"

Through the mask, Thwei Halkrath's cold image lit up.

"Where is it, Razor?" asked T-Bone, trying to see where the Predator was, but only seeing the city streets.

"Straight ahead of you—about twenty yards!" exclaimed Razor, his heart pumping madly.

"But I don't see it."

"It's the alien's invisibility cloak—just trust me on it. I'm going after it."

"Are you crazy? How are you gonna stop it?"

"Any way I can."

Without another word, Razor activated the Cyclotron and took off in pursuit of the Predator, using one hand to control his vehicle while using the other one to hold up Thwei Halkrath's mask; due to the difficulty in juggling between the two tasks, however, he was swerving down the street. After following Thwei Halkrath and nearly hitting some obstacles as he swerved (i.e., hydrants, trash cans) the smaller orange SWAT Kat became fed up with doing two things at once and stuffed the mask in his shirt. After squinting to better see the outline of the invisible Predator, Razor fired off one of the Cyclotron missiles.

The missile struck only a couple feet away from Thwei Halkrath (blowing up a crater in the street), but the shockwave from the explosion sent the Predator flying a couple yards before falling flat on his face and leaving his invisibility cloak malfunctioning and the skulls he collected from the Korat Gang fractured and missing a few teeth. After turning it off, Thwei Halkrath angrily turned around to face Razor on his Cyclotron before throwing his Smart Disc.

The smaller orange SWAT Kat saw the Smart Disc flying right at him and reacted in time by jumping off the Cyclotron (which fell to one side and slid into some dark alleyway). After retrieving his weapon back, the Predator walked over to Razor, who tried to regain his bearings, before unsheathing his Wristblades.

Fortunately for the smaller orange SWAT Kat, he regained enough of his bearings to notice Thwei Halkrath coming right at him and ready to strike; Razor reacted quickly by ducking down, while the Predator had too much momentum and stabbed the concrete side of a building, leaving his weapons buried in there.

An irate Thwei Halkrath snapped his Wristblades off and decided to fight Razor with his bare hands. However, every time the Predator tried to land a punch on the smaller orange SWAT Kat, the latter would block it before throwing a couple punches at the alien monster as well—only to be blocked in return. When Thwei Halkrath threw another punch, Razor grabbed the former's fist and tried to hold him back.

Suddenly, the sound of a missile whizzing through the air filled Razor's ears, distracting the smaller orange SWAT Kat. It seemed that, since his quarry didn't keep his guard up anymore, Thwei Halkrath gained the upper hand by freeing his fist and using either hand to strangle the Kat as the aforementioned Predator wore that same sinister smile; but overconfidence got the best of Thwei Halkrath before a missile struck between the two and sent them flying in opposite directions and leaving yet another crater in the street.

Shockingly enough for the smaller orange SWAT Kat, the missile didn't leave a scratch on him (other than some black smudges on his outfit). After a minute of coughing, Razor picked himself up and turned around to see T-Bone holding the Cyclotron.

"Sorry buddy," stated T-Bone, "but I wasn't able to get a better shot to get you out of that sticky situation."

"No sweat, pal—" said Razor—"I'm just glad you came in time, but where's the Turbokat?"

"I landed it a little ways behind us after you fired that missile and I decided to follow you on foot from there."

Suddenly the SWAT Kats heard a growl from behind them. As they turned around, they saw Thwei Halkrath slowly picking himself up due to the injuries from that second missile. He was bruised, burned, and cut in random places on his body along with blood trickling down either side of his face; the six skulls he collected from the Korat Gang, and the string of skulls on his torso from other hunts, were scorched and shattered to pieces; and the armor he wore got tarnished.

The Predator saw that he had never encountered any prey like the SWAT Kats, for they were smarter, faster, and more determined than he had imagined. However, Thwei Halkrath wasn't about to give up the hunt, to leave for his planet licking his wounds only to be ridiculed as an Eta, or to be stripped of his honor and be condemned as a Bad Blood. No, he went too high up in the ranks of a Warrior to stoop to such dishonor—he was born with the blood of a Yautja Warrior, and he planned to die as a Yautja Warrior like his father and uncle.

After coughing out a bit of blood from his throat, Thwei Halkrath turned to his minicomputer on his wrist and punched in one last button to the detonation time. A steady beeping could be heard by the SWAT Kats. The Predator turned to his quarry, disconnected the minicomputer from his arm, tossed it at the SWAT Kats' feet, and smiled evilly before, with either hand, clenched it into a fist and made the same hand gesture as Scar did in Alien vs. Predator (2004), signifying the detonator.

"That's . . ." paused T-Bone, ". . . not good."

Thwei Halkrath started to laugh maniacally, which quickly turned into mirthful insanity. A determined Razor grabbed the minicomputer-turned-detonator before sending a flying kick into the Predator's torso, seemingly knocking him out.

"C'mon!" said Razor to T-Bone before the former mounted the Cyclotron. "Hop on!"

Doing what his partner in crime-fighting instructed him to do, the larger yellow SWAT Kat climbed aboard. "Now what's your plan, Razor?"

"We're going to get rid of the bomb, that's my plan."

Barreling down the streets again, the smaller orange SWAT Kat turned to his partner. "How are we doing on time, T-Bone?"

"How should I know?" inquired the larger yellow SWAT Kat. "I can't read these numbers. All I know is that the first two digits are gone."

"Then we don't have a moment to lose."

After speeding through a couple more streets, dawn almost rising, the vigilantes stopped at Megakat Aeronautics and Space Administration and Razor hopped off the Cyclotron before running straight to an exploration probe (with T-Bone following him), which was being inspected by a few scientists.

"Everybody out of the way!" warned Razor. "We've got to use your probe!"

"Why?" shrugged one of the scientists. "We're about to launch it into orbit in just a minute."

"Well we should hope you're gonna launch it after we're done—" said T-Bone before pulling out the detonator—"we need to get rid of a bomb before it goes off."

"A bomb!?" exclaimed another scientist, frightened. He and his MASA companions took off running, screaming in terror.

"For their sake," said T-Bone with a dull-looking glare in a deadpan voice, "I hope someone's manning the probe's countdown."

Unbeknownst to the larger yellow SWAT Kat, Thwei Halkrath came right behind him.

"T-Bone—look out!" exclaimed Razor.

But just as T-Bone turned around, the Predator punched him once in the gut before kicking him in the chest and sending him skidding a yard away; during the assault, the larger yellow SWAT Kat was forced to drop the detonator, the ominous beeping starting to pick up speed at the halfway point of the countdown.

Despite the serious injuries from the missile earlier, Thwei Halkrath learned back on his home planet how to resist different levels of pain—which gave him the unusual advantage of recovering from the missile and Razor's flying kick, along with being able to run after the SWAT Kats and to incapacitate the bigger of the two.

Having full resistance to pain also meant that, even though he was mortally injured internally and externally, the Predator was able to fight in hand-to-hand combat with Razor (since his major weapons were destroyed/lost). The smaller orange SWAT Kat fought tooth-and-nail against Thwei Halkrath, the former getting pushed further away from the exploration probe and closer to the detonator. But the smaller orange SWAT Kat heard the neglected detonator's beeping and, the moment that the Predator tried to swing a right hook at him, Razor ducked down, grabbed the detonator, and slid right underneath the alien monster in almost one smooth movement.

As Razor indiscreetly pressed a button with his elbow, the probe's doors opened before Thwei Halkrath shot a fist out at the smaller orange SWAT Kat. However, that was the Predator's downfall as Razor, smiling shrewdly, grabbed the alien monster's outstretched arm, swung him around, and pushed him into the probe before tossing Thwei Halkrath's detonator with him.

"Personally—" jokingly quipped Razor—"you looked better with the mask on. Have a nice trip!"

Thwei Halkrath roared in anger at his quarry as the exploration probe's doors started to close between them and blasting off into space almost concurrently. With the Predator sent into orbit, Thwei Halkrath was growling to himself in anger before remembering the detonator. As he looked down, the beeping sped up even more, the last two digits disappearing.

In the SWAT Kats' native tongue, Thwei Halkrath spat out, "Ah, crud!"

Back in Megakat City, in the center of MASA, Razor helped a now-subconscious T-Bone up before they heard a distant-sounding boom. As the SWAT Kats and a few MASA scientists looked up, they saw the fiery blowing-up of what was originally the exploration probe used to dispose of the detonator—and its owner.

Before long, the Enforcers, the Kat's Eye News crew, and Mayor Manx's limousine arrived at MASA.

The first to step out of their respective vehicles and up to the SWAT Kats were Feral and his niece (now wearing a sling on her injured arm), Steele, Professor Hackle, Callie, and Mayor Manx.

"SWAT Kats, you're all right!" happily exclaimed Callie before hugging both vigilantes (and sneaking a kiss on Razor's cheek, the latter trying to hide a blush).

"Yeah," smirked T-Bone, "it'll take more than a bomb to do us away."

"How about hard labor?" inquired a ranting Steele. "Once again, your antics have caused destruction on Megakat City. Who's going to have to pay for that exploration probe, I ask you? And the damage done to the street?"

"That's enough out of you, Steele you coward!" exclaimed a glowering Commander Feral. "The SWAT Kats have saved my life not once, but twice—not to mention my niece's and the Deputy Mayor's—which was more than you did last night, abandoning your post! The Predator could have killed the Mayor and Miss Briggs because of your spinelessness!"

Feral's constant berating caused Steele to shut up right then and there.

It wasn't long before Ann Gora and her cameraman Jonny K. arrived at the scene.

"Quick, Jonny—" instructed Ann—"get the camera rolling."

Jonny K., his shades out of his eyes, set the camera up. "Ready when you are, Ann."

"Good morning Megakat City—" announced the newscaster—"Ann Gora here reporting live at Megakat Aeronautics and Space Administration with further reports on the mysterious murderer from the cannery last night, and how the murderer had finally been stopped." Ann Gora turned her attention to Manx. "Here with me is Mayor Manx. Tell me, Mayor, is it true that the Korat Gang was murdered by an alien life form?"

"Right you are," nodded Manx, "by what Pumadyne and Professor Hackle call a 'Predator,' err, due to the way it hunts and takes possession of its quarry's skull as a trophy if I remember correctly."

"And is it true that the SWAT Kats and the Enforcers stopped the Predator, Mr. Mayor?"

"It certainly is true."

"Mayor," said Commander Feral, "if I may say something quick here?"

"Oh yes, yes, of course Feral—be my guest."

"Perhaps you could tell us how you defeated the alien, Commander Feral?" asked Ann.

"I can't—" answered Feral—"only because it was the SWAT Kats who were fully responsible in stopping the Predator's rampage . . ." Feral then turned to the vigilantes' direction with a single nod to the head and a regular frown . . . "and saving not only Megakat City, but also my life, my niece's, and Miss Briggs'. And for that, I am grateful. . . . Though I admit I still don't trust them. That is all I have to say, Miss Gora. Come, Felina, let's get out of here."

Before following her uncle, Felina turned around and with her good arm gave the SWAT Kats a thumbs-up. "Great work, guys." And with that, the uncle-and-niece team left.

"You know," smirked T-Bone, "I never thought Feral had a heart, buddy."

Razor shrugged jokingly. "Learn something new every day, I guess."

Professor Hackle then walked up to the vigilantes. "You know, boys, I was worried that even you weren't able to defeat the Predator. It puts a smile on my face to see that you have defied the odds."

"Well, your visors helped us a lot, Professor—" confessed T-Bone before remembering something—"sorry that all four of them were destroyed during the showdown with the Predator though."

"No need to apologize, dear boy—I still have the original blueprints to produce more of them in case Megakat City should be visited by the Predator again."

"And if we see more of them," said Razor, "we'll be ready."

And with that, the two SWAT Kats gave each other a high-five.

Later that noon, back at the junkyard, Chance Furlong and Jake Clawson had relieved themselves of their SWAT Kat uniforms and into their overalls.

"You know, Jake," said Chance as he was sitting on the couch and flipping through the channels after watching the news, "I sure am glad that last night is over."

With a nail and hammer in his hands, Jake mused, "You said a mouthful, buddy. Say, you wouldn't mind if I ask Miss Briggs out on a date, would ya?"

"Nah, I have no problem with that, pal. Besides, I was thinking about asking Felina out on a date."

"Not afraid of what Feral might do to you?"

"Relax, he owes us for saving him—he just didn't want to say it out loud on live TV. . . . By the way, what're you hanging up on the wall?"

"Well Chance, remember when I tried using that Predator mask when our visors got crushed from earlier? I just realized when we got back that I still had the mask stashed in my shirt." The smaller orange Kat took out Thwei Halkrath's mask and set it on the nail before taking a few steps back and looking at his work. "Not too shabby, eh pal?"

"I guess not. But are you sure it's a good idea to leave it up there? Not that I'm saying more Predators will come here looking for it—I hope they don't—but wouldn't people become suspicious as to how we got it or something?"

"Not to worry—we can always say that we got it from one of Burke's and Murray's piles they cleaned up."

"Huh, good alibi. But why keep the mask? To show how we kick Predator butt? Heh-heh."

Jake chuckled at that. "Not exactly, pal. Just a reminder that we fought an alien who nearly gave us a run for their money, but we've proven to that Predator that we were . . . one of a kind adversaries."

Yes, at long last, the story is complete! I apologize for taking a long time to finish writing the FanFic due to having no Internet in the beginning, along with writer's block and life's interruptions. But aside from that, I would like to thank dax0042, Trekker 77, An Amber Pen, Chaor Nightshade, Texasman1836, Junior VB, Choco Scorpion Bat, and everyone else on their favorites, follows, reviews, and suggestions.

Hope everyone enjoyed the story and until then, keep up the good writing!