Power Rangers GPX SIU: Start Your Engines, Part 1
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There is a place in the American Midwest, its location a secret to everyone except those who frequent it, where experiments take place. This is not a Frankenstein lab. It is located in a non-descript compound. From the outside, it is just a simple building out in the middle of nowhere. Driving past it, one may think it's a regular building. It certainly seems harmless, just gray concrete buildings, windows, a few cars and some equipment. You'd be forgiven if you thought nothing was going on here.
But you'd be wrong.
There is a room in this building. A hall, the size of a school gymnasium; it's not the most special part of the compound, but it's still important for our story. The walls are lined with strange symbols—a symbol like that of Mars, a triangle, a triangle with an "L"-like line through the side, a circle with a dot in the middle, a crescent moon and other various shapes. The floor is littered with circles.
Candles flickered, giving off a strange light. The room itself was relatively new. It's not like it's 500 years old, or anything. A light, ominous music was playing (seems typical of these types of scenes). It sounded like an old organ with smaller pipes than the ones you see in churches or Chicago Stadium (look up Chicago Stadium Barton Organ for reference).
A door opened and a group of figures, dressed in black cloaks, filed in. Their heads were down, obscuring their faces. They all held candles, too. They lined up on two sides of a circle that contained two pentagons; one was upright, the other, upside down and both were interlocked. What this means could be anyone's guess, but it is only known to the people here.
There was one more symbol at the head of the hall. A large drawing of a dragon devouring its own tail; this is the Ouroboros, a symbol of continuous renewal.
The door opened again, and four figures stepped into the room again. The hooded figures on the side all bowed their heads as the figures walked towards the circle. There was one who towered over all the others. Another was shorter and another of medium height. The one at the front wore a white cloak with the Ouroboros on it.
The quartet stopped and positioned themselves at various points in the circle. The white cloaked figure looked around and then proceeded. A pale, but not albino, arm came forward.
Another figure came into the hall carrying four knives. The others also rolled up their sleeves. The figure held out a knife. He then proceeded to cut white cloak's arm with the knife. Drops of blood fell on a point in the circle. The others then came forward and also gave their blood.
The drops fell on the point and began to soak the floor. Then the figures stepped out of the circle. The circle began to glow an eerie light.
When it was over, the figures looked at their handiwork. "Well done, Neville," said the white-cloaked figure. He took off his hood, displaying a pale face and blond hair. It was thin, but not gaunt, and his blue eyes looked at the scene in front of him. "The circle is almost complete. In due time, our plans will finally come to fruition. All I ask of all of you is patience and that you perform the best. For there will be a day when our Ouroboros Society will triumph!"
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A man wearing dark blue clothing stepped into a larger room. People were buzzing about, looking over computer screens. They looked at him before going back to their work. They all wore some uniforms which had the same dark blue that he had. Others wore military-style uniforms with the same colors. Others wore suits.
There was no hurry here, but there seemed to be quickness to this man's step. He stepped on an insignia with a sword and an eagle on it. He stepped up to a man in a black longcoat. "Director," he said. The man turned around. He looked like Samuel L. Jackson, bald, and had an eyepatch over one of his eyes. "Our agent says they're moving." The man in black looked at the agent before turning to a screen. Five pictures popped up.
"Where are they?" he asked.
"They seem to be focusing on southwestern Illinois," said the agent. "That's where our operatives are going."
The Samuel L. Jackson look-a-like turned to him. "So they'll be gathered there?"
"Well, five of them," said the agent. He handed a file to the director.
"Looks like we'll have to bring them in," said the director.
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August, 2010
Carbondale, Illinois
"Mom, you don't have to act so upset!" A young man bemoaned as his mother seemed to be fussing over her iPad.
"What's wrong with a mother wanting to take her son's picture?" she asked. "After all, your father insisted on helping you move in the past two years!"
"But it's my junior year," he replied. "And not only that, I should be in the NHL."
"Except you're not good enough," she said. "Sean, your father and I want you to finish college without playing hockey."
"Then I could have gone to Wisconsin," said Sean.
"SIU is the best school for you right now," she said. "I understand you could have gotten into Wisconsin, but your father wants you to stay here."
Sean ran his hands through his medium-length, straight brown hair. His face was kind of slender and he seemed kind of handsome. His Chicago Blackhawks shirt hid a lean but toned physique. His skin was light (due in part to his Irish-born father), but he wasn't going to burn easily (thanks to his mom being of German and Serbian descent).
The Carbondale sun beat down on the 20-year-old Chicagoland native and his mother. She and another man (not his father, in fact Sean's brother-in-law) were getting some things out of her SUV. Sean had a few things out already; his suitcase for one thing.
He was one of many Southern Illinois University Carbondale students moving into Wall & Grand Apartments, an SIU-owned apartment complex.
"Okay, do you want to start moving in?" the man asked, sticking his head out of the SUV. His blond hair was short and he had a pretty athletic build, like a Marine would. He had a more WASP-y appearance to him.
"Thanks a lot, Rob," said Sean's mom. "How's Bridget doing?"
"She's doing good," said Rob. "She might be here later today."
"Of course, at least we know he's not got going to get in any trouble," said Sean's mom, "Especially with you, Bridget, and now Kevin being here."
"He wasn't getting in trouble anyway," said Rob. "Don't worry Klaudia, we all know he can take care of himself."
"Can we move in!?" Sean shouted.
"Okay, don't get so upset!" Klaudia replied.
Sean opened up the door to his room and Klaudia was the first one in. "Oh, this is so wonderful!" she said. "Look, you have a view of the street! Oh, there's a kitchen and your own bedroom!"
"Yeah, yeah," said Sean. He just flopped down on the couch, but Klaudia was not having it.
"Hey, I had to give up a weekend in Michigan with Julie, come and help out," Klaudia said, her voice getting firm.
"Sorry," he replied. Klaudia smiled again. "I wonder who your roommate is?"
Right on cue, the door opened again. A pair of men, both somewhere in their 30s, appearing East Asian and speaking what sounded like Japanese, burst in. Klaudia had to get into the kitchen to avoid them. "Excuse me!" she said. "A little rude, don't you think?"
"Our apologies," said one of the men. "Our young master is very impatient."
"Young master?" said Sean. "I take it my roommate's a rich boy."
"He is," said the helper. The helped walked out, while Klaudia looked impressed.
"I wonder why he's not at Northwestern," she said.
"Because his sister goes here," said the other helper.
"Okay, that I can understand," she said. "Where is he, anyway?"
"He will be here shortly," said the helper. "Oh, here he comes now. Konichiwa, Miyazawa-sama."
"Konichiwa," said Miyazawa-sama. He looked Sean over. The American had his hand out to shake. The Miyazawa guy nodded and shook his hand. "Daisuke Miyazawa," he said with a hint of an accent.
"Sean O'Callahan," he said.
Daisuke was probably about the same size and age as Sean, but probably an inch or two shorter. His brown eyes overlooked Sean and he was wearing a red shirt in this instance. His hair was much shorter than Sean's, too. His face was stern, dignified.
"So where is your sister?" asked Klaudia. Daisuke looked at her strangely.
"She's my mom!" said Sean.
"She is over in… what is it called. Thompson…"
"Thompson Point? I lived there last year," said Sean. "Which hall?"
"I believe Boywer Hall," he said.
"Girl's dorm," said Sean.
"So you've been here how long?" asked Daisuke.
"This is my third year," said Sean. "Of course, during those last two years I was playing for the Southern Illinois Redhawks… junior hockey team." And a purely fictional one at that.
"Interesting," said Daisuke. He walked away, preferring to see his room.
Across campus his little sister was moving in to her dorm. She was in (the aforementioned) Bowyer Hall, which is in Thompson Point and right on the Campus Lake. Unlike her brother's apartment, it was a single room. It made sense, because she's only 18 years old. At SIU, all freshmen under 21 must live in the dorms.
The girl had moved in yesterday. She'd already started re-adjusting her bed and she'd soon meet her new roommate. She sat on her bed, eagerly awaiting the other woman. She'd heard she was a transfer student… from Venezuela! She'd never met anyone from there!
Brushing some black (with brown highlights)-colored hair back, she looked out at people boating out on the campus lake when she heard the door open. Immediately she turned around and bowed to the person coming in. "Konnichiwa!" she said. "My name is Miyazawa Hitomi, it is nice to meet you!"
The woman in the door frame stood there bewildered at her reaction. "I'm… not your roommate," she said. "My daughter is."
"Oi, mama, que es?" a younger woman asked, sticking her head in the door. She shared the same dark brown hair color and light, coffee-with-cream colored skin tone as her mother.
"She says she's your roommate," the older woman said in English. "And speak English, you're not in South America anymore."
"Very well then," said the young woman. "But for now, hola, me llamo Maria Gabriela Aparicio Rodriguez. ¿Cómo estas?"
Hitomi was confused for a moment before Maria's mother whispered in her ear. "Oh, it's so nice to meet you, Maria!" she said, taking another bow.
"Nice to meet you too," Maria said with a smile. "So why are you here?"
"Because I wanted to be here," said Hitomi. "This seemed like such a nice place to study and attend university, and my brother was willing to come."
"But Harvard this isn't," said Maria's mother. "It's not even the University of Illinois."
"It would have been nice to go there," said Maria. "But I was tired of Rio. Anything even resembling a city was out of the question."
"Guess that means even Indiana was out of the question," said her mother.
"I'm sorry," said Hitomi.
"Why are you apologizing?" Maria asked, placing her hand on Hitomi's shoulder in a comforting manner. Maria's mother smiled. This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
"I'm not sure why," Hitomi replied. "I guess I don't have anything to apologize for."
"Exactly," said Maria. "It's my prerogative for not going to any other university. Besides, this place looks nice… even if it is rural America.
Meanwhile, "I would have expected someone like you to be going somewhere like Northwestern, Stanford or Harvard," Sean said as he took a sip of pop and sitting on the couch watching some baseball.
"My sister is fragile," said Daisuke. "I wanted to make sure she was okay in her first year here."
"Great, a helicopter sibling," said Sean. "My sister lives here, but she works for the athletic department."
"Athletic department?" said Daisuke.
"Yeah, she really likes that job," Sean replied.
"How can a university have an athletic department?" asked Daisuke.
"Cuz it makes money," said Sean.
"Getting back to our original conversation," said Daisuke, "Why are you here? You were talking about going somewhere else."
"Yeah, I was playing for an amateur junior hockey team called the Southern Illinois Redhawks," said Sean, "And I wanted to go to UW-Madison—sorry, University of Wisconsin-Madison—because of their hockey team, but my parents put the brakes on that before I could file my transfer procedures."
"Why?" asked Daisuke.
"They didn't want me playing hockey anymore," said Sean. "They told me I was too focused on it and I should focus on my schoolwork. I could have done the same thing at UW for fuck's sake!"
"It seems to me your rage is misplaced," said Daisuke.
"Fuck you," said Sean. "I could be in Madison right now."
"And why are you not playing this sport?" asked Daisuke.
"Because the league is for people 20 years and under," said Sean. "I turn 21 in 3 months, so I had to end my career there."
"I see," said Daisuke.
"I could have gone to U of I, but my transfer to UW took too long and—are you even listening?"
"No."
"Right. By the way, how can you speak English fluently? I'm not trying to be insulting, I just—"
"My family is wealthy enough to have hired a tutor to teach my sister and I since we young," said Daisuke. "It's a wonder I was able to."
"Whaddaya mean?" asked Sean.
"Since I was ten, I took karate classes, went to camps and learned a few other things," said Daisuke. "Thanks to that, I'm incredibly strong."
"Wait, what?" Sean asked. "I did the same thing, with a bunch of other kids."
"Except for me it was just me and my sister," Daisuke replied.
"Huh." Sean said. "I wonder…"
"I need to see how my sister is doing," Daisuke said, getting up from the couch.
"Where does she live?" asked Sean.
"Bowyer Hall," replied Daisuke.
"I know where that is," said Sean. "I'll show you the way." Daisuke shrugged and followed Sean out of the apartment.
Along the way, Sean showed Daisuke the campus, noting how it felt relaxed and open compared to Chicago, or any other city. Daisuke mentioned that even though his hometown Kyoto isn't as dense as Tokyo, it still felt confined. Sean shrugged and put his hands in his shorts while he walked along the trail.
It was while they passed the Student Center, going along Lincoln Drive that Sean noticed someone he recognized. "Is that—KEVIN!" The young man in question, who looked a few years older than Sean, turned around. He was more muscular than Sean, having the build of a small rugby player.
The young man smiled and said in an Irish brogue, "Hello there, Sean."
"Who is he?" asked Daisuke.
"This is Kevin O'Donnell," Sean said, introducing the Irishman. "He's a friend of mine from Ireland."
"Ireland?" Daisuke asked.
"My dad's from Ireland and he took me there on occasion," said Sean. "Kevin is the son of one of my dad's friends, so we hit it off. And, he's a grad student here."
"A pleasure to meet you," said Kevin.
"Konnichiwa," Daisuke said, "Hajimemashite."
"What did he say?" asked Kevin. His brown eyes looked at Sean and he rubbed his short, light-brown hair.
"I dunno," Sean replied.
"It is very nice to meet you," said Daisuke.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry," said Kevin. "I'm afraid I don't speak Japanese."
"My apologies, then," Daisuke said, taking a bow. Sean shrugged and said,
"We're gonna see his sister," said Sean. "I'm just showing him around."
"Do you mind if I come along?" asked Kevin.
"Nah, you can come," Sean replied. Kevin smiled and nodded, following the two while Sean led them to Bowyer Hall.
The hall was right on the Point. While Thompson Point is the area's name, there are only 3 halls on that Point on the Campus Lake. It was basically three stories (plus the basement), a single hallway, a staircase and a TV lounge. That's the design for each residence hall in the area.
While Daisuke talked to his sister, Sean checked on his iPhone and Kevin just sat on a nearby bench. "So what do you think of him so far?" asked Kevin.
"I dunno yet," said Sean. "I just met the guy. But his entourage was rude."
"Rude?"
"Yeah, they just burst in while my mom—"
"Which one?" Kevin said with a laugh.
"The woman who gave birth to me," Sean replied matter-of-factly. "They burst in while my mom was in their way. They didn't even say 'excuse us'!"
"My sister will be down shortly," said Daisuke. Sean shrugged and followed Daisuke up to the main entrance. They waited for about a minute before a girl who didn't even look 18 came downstairs and opened the door for them.
"Konnichiwa!" she said with pep. "Watashi wa Miyazawa Hitomi desu." She said with a bow.
"What did she just say?" Sean asked.
"Hitomi, this is my roommate Sean O'Callahan, and his friend…"
"Kevin O'Donnell."
"It is a pleasure to meet you!" she said with only a hint of an accent. It must be that rich tutoring. "Follow me!"
They followed her up to the third floor, getting a good view of the lake in the process. Hitomi knocked on the door of her room and when her roommate called for her to come in, they entered.
Daisuke entered first, wanting to get a good look at his sister's room. Sean and Kevin came next, looking like they were merely browsing. "So who's this?" her roommate asked. Sean took one look at her and his jaw nearly dropped to the floor.
Holy Gretzky! He thought. She's gorgeous! The roommate took a look at Sean and gave him a smirk.
"Like what you see?" she asked with a teasing tone. Sean nodded. "I love it when men look at me like that. So who are you?"
"My name is Miyazawa Daisuke. I am Hitomi's older brother."
"Hello, I am Kevin O'Donnell, I'm a graduate student here." He elbowed Sean, bringing him back to his senses.
"I'm Sean O'Callahan, and I'm the only one here from Illinois."
"Is that so? Well then, hola, me llamo Maria Gabriela Aparicio Rodriguez y yo soy de Caracas."
"You're from Caracas?" asked Sean.
"You speak Spanish?" asked Maria.
"A little," Sean said with a laugh. "I took it in high school, and I'm a little rusty."
"You should learn it," said Maria. "Pretty soon, you'll have to be bilingual."
"Yeah, I've already figured that out," said Sean.
"So where's Kevin from?"
"Dublin," he said.
"You're Irish?" she asked. Kevin nodded. "Have you—"
"No."
"Well, then—"
"No. I prefer Smithwick's."
"It's brewed by Guinness," Sean whispered in his ear. "So how come you're here? You look like the kind of lady who'd go to Miami."
"I did want to go to Miami," said Maria. "I'd rather not talk about that."
"Hey, I can understand," said Sean. "I wanted to transfer to Wisconsin, but I wasn't allowed to."
"Why?" asked Maria.
"Hockey," said Sean. "Ice hockey."
"You play ice hockey?" asked Maria.
"He's insane about it," said Kevin.
"You say that like it's a bad thing," said Sean.
"May I interject?" asked Daisuke. "Much like the two of you, I would prefer to go somewhere else.
"Then where would you prefer to go?" asked Sean, "Northwestern? Oxford? Hahvahd?"
"Because my sister is going here, I feel I must attend this university to make sure she is alright."
"An overprotective brother," Sean concluded. "You know, judging from what you were talking about earlier, you know, having to learn karate, I'd think she could handle herself."
"What are you talking about?" asked Maria.
"Apparently these two took martial arts classes since they were kids," said Sean. "And a whole bunch of other stuff."
"So did I!" said Maria.
"As did I," said Kevin. "Of course, that does not count my service with the Irish Defense Forces."
"Didn't think so," said Sean. "Well, that sounds interesting. I guess we all have something in common. Maybe we could go to the bars—not Hitomi, she's underage—and we could chat over some beers Kevin bought for us!"
"You do realize that's illegal, right?"
"Doesn't stop anyone around here," said Sean. "Trust me, I know these things." Kevin sighed, shaking his head.
"I doubt you learned how to be a leader," said Daisuke. That comment must have done something. Sean gave him a look as though he just insulted his intelligence (which, in a way, he did).
"And you think having money makes you automatically entitled to leadership?" asked Sean. "Listen, rich boy, I've seen rich people fuck up big time in this country. And no, I don't just mean sportspeople."
"What are you getting at?" asked Daisuke.
"I was captain of the Southern Illinois Redhawks junior hockey team!" said Sean. "A Tier 1 Junior hockey team!"
"I already knew that. Is that supposed to make me impressed?" asked Daisuke.
"I was captain of a hockey team for two fucking years!" Sean replied. "Of course it is!"
"Oh, dear," said Maria, "This does not look good. Listen, can you two stop? I don't want this turning bad." Daisuke glared at Maria. Sean sighed and backed off.
"So am I supposed to be impressed with your credentials?" asked Sean.
"My family is the owner of the Miyazawa Department Store chain," said Daisuke, "The wealthiest chain in all of Japan."
"And?"
"My family could fund this entire school without public money and it would not make a difference in our wealth," he said.
"Holy shit, he's rich," said Sean, his eyes wide. "He definitely could have gone to Northwestern!"
"I think I'll take him outside," said Maria. She grabbed his elbow and tugged him out. Sean didn't fight back (he was blushing too hard) and Kevin nodded. Daisuke rolled his eyes and followed them out. That left Hitomi, but she didn't want to be left alone, so she locked the door when she left.
"Who knows Sean, if you're nice to him you might be able to convince him to fund a school hockey team," Kevin joked as they left.
"Yeah, sure, whatever," said Sean.
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The first week of class went by with very little fanfare, other than the usual Week Of Welcome activities. Sean was surprised to find out he had Maria and Daisuke in two of his classes. They in turn were just as surprised as him. Daisuke was unaware roommates could be in the same class together, but he reacted with a simple shrug. Maria on the other hand, was interested in seeing how Sean was doing.
They didn't ask which majors they were all taking, so as they left one of their classes, Maria asked what they were majoring in. Sean was majoring in anthropology and minoring in English. Daisuke, true to his family's tradition, majored in business and minored in finance. Maria was majoring in education and minoring in child development.
Sean raised his eyebrow as they walked past Faner Hall, the long, concrete liberal arts classroom building. "You want to be a teacher?" he asked.
"Of course," she replied. "I want to help people."
"See? At least she wants to make a difference!" Sean said to Daisuke. The Japanese heir sighed and looked away. Maria laughed.
"You are incorrigible," said Daisuke.
"What happened this time?" asked Maria.
"He's a white collar crook in the making," Sean cracked. Daisuke sighed and shoved Sean.
"Please don't do that," said another voice. Sean smiled, shaking his head.
"Come on Rob, I was just teasing!" he said. Rob strode up to the trio, dressed in his SIU police uniform. He didn't look too pleased.
"Who is he?" asked Maria.
"He's my brother-in-law," said Sean.
"My name's Rob," he said, "Rob Jackson."
"Aren't you supposed to be on duty?" asked Sean.
"I am, but I just saw you and I was worried you'd get in trouble," said Rob. Maria looked at Sean with an interested look.
"Rob, it's the first week of school. It's sunny, nice, warm, and everything one could want from this town. I'm not getting into trouble!"
"I have a feeling he already has," said Daisuke. Rob shrugged and walked away, going back on duty.
Maria had to leave, so she said good-bye and left Sean and Daisuke alone. Unfortunately, this was not the best idea.
"My sister says he just wants to make sure I behave myself," said Sean. Daisuke raised his eyebrow. Sean was about to go into the Student Center, but Daisuke wasn't done.
"I have a feeling she has a reason," he said. Sean turned around and glared at him.
"You know, you're really starting to grate on me," he said. "You're lucky this isn't a hockey game. I'd drop the gloves and beat the crap out of you."
"I doubt it," said Daisuke.
"I may not look like much," said Sean. He's only about 175 lbs, after all, "But I'm a lot stronger than you think!"
"Is that true?" asked Daisuke.
"You want me to prove it?"
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Sean put an MMA glove on his hand. Kevin was looking around, hoping no one saw them. "I hope you know what you're doing," he said.
"You see this tree, rich boy?" Sean asked, pointing at a tree that looked pretty thick. They were in a pretty wooded area off campus and out of the sight of prying eyes. "I'm gonna knock it down."
"Now I know why Bridge has Rob spy on you," said Kevin. Daisuke didn't talk. He just crossed his arms and watched skeptically. Sean got in to a fighting stance and delivered a punch to the tree. Immediately, the tree started to crack.
"TIM-BER!" Sean called out. The trio got out of the way while the tree tipped over and fell. Sean gave Daisuke a look while Kevin looked around to see if anyone heard them. Sean took off the MMA glove and handed it back to Kevin, picking up his backpack and getting ready to leave.
"Let me show you," said Daisuke. Kevin groaned, but Daisuke ignored him. He delivered a swift and powerful kick to another tree that brought it down just like the one Sean brought down.
"So you just proved you're both strong," said Kevin, "Now let's go before we get in trouble and we get ticks on our legs.
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"This is your fault," Daisuke said, trying to pull a tick that had latched itself to his leg. Sean laughed from their shared bathroom. "I am wearing jeans from now on."
"I'm tick-free!" Sean called back. Daisuke rolled his eyes and sighed. Sean burst out, wearing a red Power Rangers t-shirt that he'd changed into.
"Do you like that show?" asked Daisuke.
"Of course!" said Sean, "Why are you going to criticize me for holding onto a long-gone childhood or something?"
"No, I was going to criticize you for your ignorance," said Daisuke.
"I know about Super Sentai," said Sean, "I'm not stupid. Now then, I think I'll go and play Twilight Princess."
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"Sir, we have to call them in," said the agent. The Samuel L. Jackson look-a-like glanced at him. He pulled up images of five people. The agent stayed silent while the director looked over the pictures. Behind them, activity continued uninterrupted. But the director was thinking.
"Is it urgent?" he asked.
"It may be," said the agent.
The Samuel L. Jackson look-a-like was silent. He only glanced at the agent. "Wait until Saturday," he said. "We'll let them get comfortable first."
"Yes, sir," said the agent. He turned around and walked away while the director looked at the pictures again.
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Sean always liked to sleep in on Saturdays, and now that he didn't have a hockey season to look forward to, he found a surprise benefit. So there he was, sleeping on his stomach, his sheets a little messy and unkempt. His right arm dangled off the side of the bed and his hair was splayed out on the pillow. Truly a picture of grace and poise. With a clean slate for the weekend, all he had to do was relax.
Unfortunately, his slumber was disturbed by his iPhone ringing. Out of reflex, he answered. "Hello?" he said, his voice groggy.
"Sean O'Callahan?"
"Yeah, who's this?"
"That is of no concern," said the voice on the other end. Sean started to get up and the voice continued. "You're going to be picked up by a black SUV from the Student Center in an hour. Get up, get dressed and get moving." The person hung up, much to Sean's confusion.
"What the—" He was interrupted when Daisuke opened his door.
"Did you get the call, too?" he asked. Sean nodded. "Get ready."
"This oughta be good," said Sean.
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To be continued…
Part 1 of the first chapter of Power Rangers GPX SIU. The main story is already up, but I decided to do this to give people an idea of how their adventure began. GPX SIU already has 10 chapters (chapter 11 is being worked on). Also, the characters already appeared in Power Rangers GPX parts 1 and 2. Go and read them when you're done here!
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