!ATTENTION!- DASH FORCE ASSISTANCE NEEDED! WARNING!
Alarms and klaxons went off every which way but loose from the Dash-Com of Field Commander Sean Correr of Special Police Dash Force.
Sean sighed in his bed. "Damn, how long has it been since I took this job? Too damn long for my taste."
He grabbed the iPod-like device, and proceeded to press a button. "Go for Correr"
There was a faint buzz of static for a second at the other end of the line. Then...
"CORRER! THIS IS CAPTAIN JOBS! DF-COMMAND IS UNDER ATTACK! INTIATE ZORD FUSION AND GET DOWN HERE!"
With those words, a different man stood in his place. Sean Correr had shifted into what he and his teammates called "Spartan-Mode" He grabbed his keys to his car and hauled out of his house.
Throwing himself into his Red 1995 300ZX, he revved the engine and peeled out. His modifications to the car proved useful in times like these. He was focused on his target, the giant monster that was attacking his work headquarters. "What work?", some asked of him. He just said that he was a police officer. That was partly true.
In reality he was the Red Dash Force Power Ranger.
The familiar cry for the power that he held came to mind, and he knew it was time to morph.
In an instant, the circumstances that had led to that night came rushing back to his mind, and the life he had led until then flooded his brain.
As he rushed toward what maybe his last battle, he shouted out, "DASH FORCE! THROTTLE OUT AND DOWN!"
This was going to be an interesting night.
To be continued...