A/N: The rangers will be introduced in the second chapter, which will not be posted until I finish my current story Power Rangers: Olympian Force. I am aiming for around November, give or take.

Disclaimer: I only own Elena, Christopher, and Adina. Saban owns Power Rangers.

*Brazil, December 20th, 2010*

The man stumbled as his foot snagged the root of a tree. Around him was a thick tropical forest, night fall coming soon. A slight rain fell upon the man as he reach over to grab the silver brief case that he dropped when he fell to the wet, hot, forest floor. Desperately and stressed out, he peeked behind his shoulder, once he got back on his feet and was sprinting again.

The man fell forward once again as a shot was fired, just barely missing his shoulder, but grazing his hand that held the case, causing the case to fall to the floor and him rolling down after it. Shaking, he grabbed the case back up with his better hand. Most of his body was covered in dirt, and his once gray hair was now dyed brown from the mud.

He didn't go much farther before he collapsed with exhaustion against a moss covered tree.

"Elena–" He said into his watch, breathing heavily. "Where are you? I need medical assistance stat. Right hand shot," He said, wincing as he picked his hand. He tore off part of his shirt and quickly wrapped it around his injury. "I have the case, but they're on my tail. Location fifteen degrees south, fourty-two degrees west."

"Got it," A female voice said, coming through the communicator. "ETA, about five minutes and three seconds. Do you think you can hold on?"

"Um, Elena–" He said, looking up at the shadow that covered the sun. "I think that ETA needs to be now," Above him stood a tall a hooded person, who reached down and pulled the injured man up, holding him by his throat.

*Brazil Island Base, January 12th, 2015*

The long corridor hallway was almost completely empty, which wasn't very unusual for this time in the morning. Alone women walked down the hall, her heels clicking with each step. The hallways were very plain, and everything was made of a thick metal. The doors were all key access, and they had no handles, most likely siding doors. The air in the base smelt rich of sea water with a mix of a recent fresh water rainfall.

The blonde stopped abruptly at hearing a soft whimper. Her head snapped to the side causing her pony tail to whip into her face. She sighed and neared the door. She grabbed the key card off of her white lab coat and slid it through the reader. It blinked green twice before silently opening up.

The doors opened up into a large circler room. The ceiling being a dome made of thousands of glass tiles that were turning to a light shade of orange from the rising sun. All around the room were different types of monitors, and many rows of computers that circled inward. On one end of the room there was one larger monitor and two smaller on its sides. In the center was a round table with no middle. Where the center should have been was instead a large globe that rotated around. Eight chairs occupied the outside of the table, and in front of each chair was a variety of items. Everything followed an eight color code scheme.

"Pas encore," The blonde sighed in perfect French, as she spotted an about thirty-seven year old brunette man snoring in front of the large monitor. She walked over to him, and picked up a text book off of one of the tables. She dropped the book down next to the man, waking him up with a bang.

"Ah –" He shouted, scared at the rude awaking. His eyes slowly adjusted to the bright light. Once they did they fell upon his blonde female counter partner. Quickly, he whipped away the drool from his lips. "What time is it?" He groggily asked.

"0500," She said, picking up the book and turning around to place it on the table behind them. "Next time Mr. Darcy; I'd appreciate it if you would sleep in your own bed, rather than my computers. They have more than their fair share of your drool stained into them, more than your pillow I presume."

"Elena how many times do I have to remind you to call me Christopher, not Mr. Darcy? Mr. Darcy is my father." The brunette said, scratching his back as he yawned. He had a little stubble of hair on his chin that needed to be shaved.

"This would be the two-hundred and twenty-third," Elena said, as she added another tick-mark next to the two-hundred and twenty-two others on the back of her clipboard. "But, I do need to talk to you about an urgent matter," She grabbed a nearby rolling office chair, and sat down next to him. She looked at him, sighed, and pushed him aside roughly, gaining access to the computers.

"Hey–" He interjected. Elena, unfazed, continued her work.

"It's has been five years," She said, not looking away from the screen. She pulled up a file labeled Global Corps. "And I am only one women after all, and not that you are in the best of shape–" She couldn't continue because Christopher interrupted her.

"Hey, I am in good shape," He said, flexing his muscles, although his stomach did stick out some. "Ok, maybe ok shape, but I'm still able to get everything done."

"You're old," She said, honestly with a shrug. "You can't get everything done on your own any more. I've calculated it and you do not contain the physical aspects I need to get everything done. I–" Christopher raised his eye brow. "We–" She corrected. "Need help. I think it is time you consider activating the Global Rangers, before the next big attack comes."

"But I thought we weren't ready yet?" Elena adjusted her glasses as she wrote a quick note on her board. She preferred to do things the old fashion way rather than using the high tech computers.

"I have everything under control," the blonde scientist said, standing up. "You on the other hand," she eyed him up and down judgmentally. Christopher's clothes were wrinkled and old, while the scientist had changed into fresh clean ones.

"Are the morphers even done yet?" Christopher asked, following Elena around like a puppy. She stopped abruptly causing him to ram into her. She adjusted her posture before turning around and pushing him to the side.

"If you didn't spend all your time sleeping you would have known I had finished them weeks ago," The scientist walked around the circle table inspecting everything carefully before walking over to the main computer system. "DECA, I need teleportation for the following eight individuals to here."

"Elena no–" Christopher shouted, grabbing the blonde's arm.

Trivia: Christopher's name came from a google search on heroes. His ironically coming from Christopher Robin, Winnie the Pooh. Darcy coming from Fitzwilliam Darcy in Pride and Prejudice.