Disclaimer: If I owned Power Rangers, this wouldn't be the last season.
A/N: This is for Neo Aguni, for asking all the right questions. It is also a sequal to The Driving Lessons
The truck had seen better days, with its rusted bed and growling motor, but it had hauled water and gas for the group of twenty across the Wasteland and provided a place for the Gold and Silver Rangers to direct the refugees to Corinth City. Its driver was an unremarkable brunette who squinted as the sun angled through his windshield and glinted on his glasses. "It's just up here," the Gold Ranger said, leaning around to talk through the window.
"Are you sure they'll let us in?" The brunette asked.
"We've been chatting with the Tower and Dr K," the Gold Ranger replied, "They'll let you in, but they'll need to make sure that none of you are Venjix bots. They check everybody. Not that they've had many refugees."
The truck and its partners, a pair of school buses, rolled over the final hill and down to the gate of Corinth City, which opened as they approached. Soldiers came out of the gate with weapons to cover the convoy and beyond the gate, flashes of color proved the presence of the other Power Rangers. As the convoy cleared the gate, the sound of laser fire filled the air, and the brunette watched, fascinated, as the brightly colored defenders of Corinth went to work on the drones that were attacking the city.
"Sir?" A soldier said, opening the door, "if you'll come this way, we'll get you registered."
"Of course," the brunette replied. He slid out of the truck and looked at the two buses of refuges, "I guess, we thought we'd die out there. It's hard to believe that this is Corinth."
"Yeah," the guard said, "I can't believe you guys survived. I need to run this over you to check for Venjix technology."
"Go right ahead," the brunette replied. "Well, we escaped Seattle during the attack and managed to make it into the Rockies before everything went to hell in a hand basket. We might have stayed, but Venjix drones found us and we had to scatter and flee. I don't know if any other groups made it through, but we had a couple hundred people hiding up there. We've had the routes to Corinth mapped out since we first started receiving the coordinates."
"All right," the soldier said, "you're clear, just head over there and let them know who you are and we'll see about getting you settled.
"I can do that," the brunette replied. He walked over to join the line of refugees who had passed the scans of the soldiers.
When his turn came, the soldier said, "Name, city of origin and previous occupation?"
"Danny," the man replied, "Danny Grover, from Seattle, Washington, forensics pathologist, Seattle Police Crime Lab."