[As before, I am bulling on ahead. Enough combat for a while,
time to talk! Insert your comments
as you see fit - I will assume you do talk occasionally,
and the NPCs don't just blather on and on about themselves.
Basically, if it helps you anticipate actions and write more of your
own, you can assume these two Tigers will agree to most anything
you want, and answer almost any questions you want.]

>> The "Tiger's Daughter" asks,
>> "Uh... Cheetah? 
>> The police, or maybe the fire department, are coming,
>> and we don't want to answer too many questions to them.
>> We should go, but we need to talk - we want to find out about
>> you, and you probably want to find out about us.
>> Do you want to come with us?"
>
>"Yes, I will follow you.   We need hurry, yes."   

Cheetax follows the two Tigers through the eastern park gate.
The "Tiger's Head" leader is already gone.

"Uh - where do you plan to take her?" the male Tiger asks the female.
"The fur and claws bit is just a little conspicuous, most parts of
town, here. Now if this were California, I could see it..."

"Actually, I thought you might know a place," she answers.
"We just need a place to talk for a while.
Any abandoned building will do."

He looks at her skeptically for a while before agreeing.
"Yeah, I know a place. Follow me - Cheetah."

>
>> The old man comes up to the burning tree, clucking his tongue.
>> "Yes, fire and smoke, and battle. Always the stars are right."
>> 
>Cheetax makes a mental note somewhere in the recess of her mind so
>that the other persona can remember it [hey, dramatic license :-) ]
>to meet this old man and find out who he is.
>

Even as you leave, the Felinoid's incredible hearing can pick up
events back in the park for a while.

"You! Old man! Ancccient! Releassse me!" the prisoner hisses.

The man with the cane walks closer.
"Who you, who fight Tezcatlipoca?"

"What? Fight whom?"

"Tezcatlipoca - lord of smoking mirror. God. Trickster. Shape changer.
Takes many forms, but prefers the Jaguar. You fight him. I saw.
Why?"

"That isss my busssinessss - and Viper'sss. I am called Viper Xxx.
You know ssso much - do you know Viper? 
Releassse me, and we will sssee you are ricccchly rewarded."

"Viper. Yes, I know. Snake mark. Terrorists, murderers, thieves..."

"We make governmentsss crumble!" the green armored man interrupts,
indignantly. The old man chuckles.

"Heh. I know one who say same. Now he hide for life."

The sirens get closer.

"Hurry, old man! Let me go now - or sssuffer later!
Thessse uniformed foolsss will do nothing to me - but 
you, and all yoursss, will sssuffer for my inconvenienccce!
Releassse me, and be richly rewarded!"

"When, where you born?"

"What? What doesss that..."

"You want release, you say. Place, month, day."

"Pittsssburgh. Pennsssylvania. 19-ssseventy-5. Ssseptember..."

"Heh. No, no need to lie. Place yes, month no.
You no Virgo, you Scorpio, plain. Hour's work, 
I could tell street, hour. Stars... Yes, I release you."

There is the sound of buckles popping, and plastic and
metal armor creaks as the prisoner stretches cramped limbs.

"You will be paid..."

"No. For you, money cheap. I tell you what I need when."

Then the noise of the fire engines drowns them out as you
get farther away.

>Cheetax will study the path that they are going so she can find her way
>back
>home and can find their hideout again later.

The black Tiger leads the way through streets and alleys, ducking
when the rare person is seen. Eventually the three of you come
to a construction project, enclosed by a slat fence, and a gap
in the fence when some boards are moved aside.

"Rat heaven," says the Tiger. "Ladies... welcome to the Big Dig."

Cheetax recalls Alexis reading about the Central Artery
project - a tunnel under Boston to ease above ground traffic.
Many years, many millions, and already running over time and budget.

"No tools here, so they don't guard all of it all the time, 
and the junk dealers haven't found this place after hours, yet. 
So, you wanted to talk? Talk."
He lounges on a length of huge concrete pipe, and, yes, 
a rat does scurry out of the far end.

"Well - " the Tiger's Daughter throws back her hood, revealing
medium length blond hair, blue eyes.
"I'm Janet Pendleton. Pleased to meet you." She extends
her hand.

"Uhn, J, you think that's wise?" the other asks.
"We don't know this cat - begging your pardon - from Adam.
She just showed kicking anyone she felt like. What if she
feels different tomorrow?"

"Look, Kevin, the Cheetah just saved our lives back there.
Without her, we would never have beaten that armored guy.
Neither of us could touch him, and you saw what he almost
did to Hector."

"We could have taken him... OK, I see your point."
He throws back his hood as well, revealing a clean shaven black face.
"I'm Ken Jones, not Kevin."
[ If Cheetax touched Janet's hand: ] 
"I'd shake your hand too, if you promised not to rip mine off
and throw it away."

Each is about 17 years old.

"We three all go to the dojo together - that's the Karate studio,"
Janet continues,
"and we all have plans to go to Harvard together, though
Kevin doesn't like to talk about that. He thinks being a good
student makes him a wimp."

"I do not. I just don't like to go on and on about it.
Haaahhvaaahhd. She's from Caayymbridge - that's all they think
about. Faugh! There's more to life than fancy schools, or grades."

"Well, anyway, Hector lives around here, and Kevin has connections.
When Kevin heard rumours that some new drug dealers were going to 
be coming around the park to give away crack to kids, he told us.
Hector said we should do something about it, 
and really got us together, as the best Kung Fu students. 
The group, and the name, 'The Sons of the Tiger'
was his idea. I guess he's sort of our leader, now that I think
about it."

"Hector!" exclaims Kevin. "He's not our leader. We all did something.
F'example, the costumes came from the Army surplus, that I
found, and Janet paid for. 
And Janet got the idea of taking the amulets."

"I notice you didn't object when Hector took the 'Tiger's Head'?"
Janet says. "The Sensei had these amulets, the ones around our
necks, in a case, in the studio. He said they used to belong to a
great former student of his, who went on to be a costumed hero.
I guess I thought they would join us together, and inspire us, 
when we thought it was just a stupid idea. 
And they really seem to work - I know I feel stronger and faster 
just from wearing mine. By the way, we really should get
them back to the studio before morning. We don't want anyone to
find out."

"Yeah," says Ken (or Kevin), "if my Daddy found out I was risking
my own skin to save kids I don't even know from drug dealers, 
he'd think I was the real dope.
And that's nothing to what my Momma would do."

"What about you?" Janet asks.

"Yeah," says Kevin, "now that we've spilled our guts, what about you?
Where are you coming from?"