Shoutout to DalekDavros, (redgreenblue), and LightningStrike24 for being my first three reviewers! :) Thanks!

So this is "No 'I' In Team" from PRNS. WARNING: I tried, I really did. I couldn't find a working link. If any of you do have one, can you PM it to me? Please? I've got "Beauty and the Beach" down, and then, I need Looming Thunder. So PM me!

And I'm listening to the theme song of Mystic Force. Personally, I think that it's the best out of all the PR music...

Chapter Two
Percy

Percy woke up to a splitting headache.

Just thinking about any random thing gave Percy a massive headache. He staggered over to Thalia, who was still passed out. Percy wearily shook Thalia, feeling lethargic himself. When she didn't stir, Percy sighed and settled down to deal with his own jumbled, messed-up thoughts.

He vaguely remembered...a fight? Yes. He was whacking somebody in a blue helmet on the head...but why would he do that? He wasn't that violent—smacking some guy without any reason whatsoever. Maybe Thalia was occasionally like that (no, he decided, always), but he wouldn't do that.

Percy felt a spasm vibrate through his left arm, and he clutched it, gritting his teeth. He blearily glanced at the gold Morpher attached to his wrist.

Wait a second. Morpher? Where did that come from?

Percy fumbled with the straps, trying to take it off, but miserably failed. He shook his head and tore his attention away from it. It probably didn't matter the least.

But, honestly—what the Hades was he doing? Banging on doors, unconsciously beating the crap out of people—what was the world coming to?

Percy felt something gripping his mind in a dark hold, but he was too tired to think about it. It was probably just his mind, making up crazed thoughts as he was going senile.

Something clicked inside of him, and all of his drowsiness went away. There was a single command repeating over and over in his head.

He turned to Thalia, and shook her more roughly. "Thalia. Wake up."

Thalia groaned and opened her eyes. "What?" she grumpily asked.

The words were out of Percy's mouth before he knew that he was even saying them. "Don't you think that we have stuff to do? Like, to trash a certain place?"

Thalia's mouth twitched, and he broke out into a very un-Thalia-like sneer. "Oh, yeah. Certainly."

"I've got your back."

Thalia slugged him. "You mean, I've got your back. You're the boss."

Percy rolled his eyes. "I never thought that I would hear Thalia Grace telling me that I was the leader."

"First time for everything," Thalia pointed out. "So hurry up, before I start a mutiny against you, and you'll be demoted down to second, and I'll be leader."

"That's more like you," Percy said agreeably, and they both slipped off.

"Hm...should we stop them? I'm all for."

"We can't. Orders are orders."

"I'm still up for it. They need to be taught a serious lesson."

"Listen, bro, I would like that too, but lest we mess this up, we're out of it for sure. We'll bide our time, and when the moment comes, we'll kick their butts all the way down Mount Everest."

"Sweet revenge, eh?"

"Oh, yes..."

Tori

You could have blown Tori over with a leaf.

"Why are you asking me where this oh-so-magical scroll is? I don't know any more than you!" she sighed.

"Hmm!" Shane grumbled. "Worse that we're chained to each other..."

Tori turned to Dustin and nearly tripped over her shackles in the process. "Can't you just use your freaky powers over the earth or something and just get us out of here?"

"Hey, don't look at me!" Dustin said, trying to hold his hands up. He would have succeeded, if not for his cuffs. "I can't do anything in here!"

"C'mon, you guys!" Shane sighed, pulling on the cuffs.

"Ouch!" Tori cried. "Shane!"

"Argh! This could take all day!" Shane complained, once again pulling on his left wrist—which happened to be the one tied to Tori's wrist.

"Shit!" The swear word just came tumbling out of her mouth. Eh. At least this wouldn't be broadcasted to little children across the world. At least, she hoped. "Shane, will you stop pulling! My wrist is totally tweaked!"

"Sorry, Tori," he apologized. "It would just be so much faster if we could split up!"

"Not to mention less painful!" Tori sighed.

"You know, the scroll of three better be worth it! I mean, these cuffs are brutal!" Dustin said.

"Sensei would not have sent us if it were not important," Shane reprimanded. It's got to be here somewhere!" Shane once again pulled on the cuffs, pulling—more like, yanking—Tori forward.

"Ow!"

"What kind of scroll are we talking about anyway?" Dustin asked.

"I'm thinking, that if we see a scroll anywhere around here, it's got to be that one," Tori pointed out.

"Okay, well, how about that one?" Dustin asked, pointing to a scroll that was—surprise!—floating in the air. Without waiting for Tori and Dustin, which Tori found extremely irritating, Shane ran ahead. Dustin and Tori were pulled with him, successfully tripping over their own feet. Which was pretty much the only thing they had accomplished so far.

"Whoa!" Tori said. "Wait! It says something."

"'Stronger is one than three'," Shane read. They stared at it for a while.

"What? That's it?" Dustin asked in disbelief. "Man! We would be better off buying fortune cookies!"

"Let's just grab it and bail," Tori said, happy the mission was finally over.

"I'll get it!" Shane exclaimed, jumping to reach the scroll. Unfortunately, he forgot about the others, and their weight pulled him down.

"Who's on my foot?" Dustin asked as he spit out sand from his mouth.

"I'll do this myself!" Shane growled, getting up.

There was a barrage of squeaks/screeching, and a bunch of squeaking Kelzaks ran towards around them.

"Um, Kelzak party of ten!" Dustin exclaimed.

"God!" Shane muttered, backing up and effectively hitting Dustin in the process. "Can this day get any weirder?"

"You jinxed it," Tori teased. "It definitely will get a lot weirder."

"Can we actually be serious for once?"

Dustin kicked a Kelzak in the chest, but timed his landing wrong, so he landed on his back on the desert floor with a thump. Tori yelped as the cuff dug into her wrist, and they all collapsed in a heap.

The Kelzaks were coming closer, chattering in their high-pitched voices. They sounded like blown-up mosquitoes with black suits, a sprigy tuft on their head, and a dragon mask for a face.

"Get up!" Shane said, trying to get up himself, and obviously, not succeeding.

"What do you think we're trying to do?" Dustin snapped, writhing on the ground. "Get off me! You're squashing my chest!"

They continued to struggle with the cuffs until the swords from one of the Kelzaks cut them loose. When the cuffs fell, Shane ran for the scroll, leaving his teammates behind. Tori groaned.

"SHANE!" Dustin yelled as he and Tori were on the ground, unfortunately surrounded by Kelzaks. Tori ground her teeth.

"Help us!" Tori yelled desperately. The Kelzaks brought their swords down as the simulator was turned off. Tori saw Shane sigh.

"Well," Cam said teasingly. "That was below average."

"Shane, you almost turned Tori and me into sushi. And not the good kind. Actually, there is no good sushi for me..." Dustin said, rubbing his hand to reveal a swelled wrist from all the pulling Shane did. Tori was sporting the same red welts.

"Can I—"

Tori almost asked for ambrosia, but suddenly remembered where she was.

Cam looked curiously at her. "Yes?"

"Uh...nothing..."

"Rangers, you are lucky this was only a simulation," Sensei said.

"Sensei, why can't we get this right?" Tori asked.

"That is for you to figure out. Tomorrow, we will try again."

Tori noticed that Shane was kind of tight-lipped, but she didn't comment on it as they all stepped out of Ninja Ops.

Right when they were at the door leading out of the place, Shane turned on them. "If you guys had been a little quicker in getting up, we could have defeated those Kelzaks, and gotten the scroll!" he furiously reprimanded.

Dustin narrowed his eyes, showing a rare display of anger. "Oh, so it's Tori and my fault that we didn't get this oh-so-exciting piece of paper in the desert?"

"Yeah," Tori chimed in, annoyed. "Don't lay all the blame on us, Shane; it's your fault as much as ours."

"That's not what I meant!" Shane protested, his eyes widening.

Tori narrowed her eyes. "Oh, we know what you meant. Come on, Dustin." She began to walk away.

Shane opened his mouth to say something, probably a biting retort, but the crunching of rocks caused them all to turn around.

"I thought that they said they were leaving," Dustin whispered in Tori's ear. Tori frowned. Something wasn't right here...

"Hey, don't lose your temper on us," Percy said easily. "That sounded pretty nasty. You need a lesson in teamwork. Is that what I heard?"

Shane breathed out through his nose, and Tori could tell that he was trying very hard to control his temper.

Thalia shot a glare at Percy and coldly looked at Shane in the eye.

Oh, gods, Tori thought, a bit panicked.

"Don't worry," Thalia said in a tone of voice that made Tori have every reason to worry. That voice had been used right before she and Zoë had that all-out spat. "'Cause we're here to give you a lesson."

"For what price?" Dustin asked, trying to joke around.

"For free," Percy answered, looking impatient.

Thalia's mouth curved up into a sneer. "But not without a few cuts and bruises."

Shane nudged Tori. "What did she mean by that?" he asked worriedly.

"Not another word!" Percy snapped, holding a bronze sword at Shane's throat. Tori thought that it looked very familiar. Too familiar, even...

"Either you surrender right now, which I suggest, or you have us bust out the nasty stuff," Percy threatened.

Tori and Dustin moved to protect Shane from being skewered in the neck, but they had completely forgotten about Thalia, who had sneaked up behind them. She grabbed their shoulders and smashed them together, back-to-back, and her daggers appeared on either side of them. "I don't think so..."

"Gee, Tor," Dustin gasped, "Really nice friends you've got there. Is this a joke?"

Tori fought not to swallow hard. "Percy, Thalia, what in the world are you doing?" she innocently asked.

Shane shot her a glance, and in that instant, when Percy opened his mouth, Shane kneed him in the gut. Percy's knees buckled, and he clutched his chest.

Tori and Dustin both kicked forwards, and Thalia collapsed, breathing hard as she got double kicked in the stomach.

"Okay," Shane said, rubbing his neck. "Teamwork. Right. Wasn't that teamwork?"

"Bust out the uniforms!" Dustin urged. "Please? Before they recover?"

Shane shook his head wearily. "I don't see why not."

"Argh!" Percy grunted, standing up with the help of his sword. He set his blade down.

Thalia climbed to her feet, wincing, but she had an absolutely murderous look on her face. She threw her blades onto the dirt as well.

Tori flinched right after she morphed. This fight would not be pretty.

"You want to take it to the ugly side?" Percy asked, almost snarling. "We'll be more than happy to." He turned to Thalia. "You okay?"

Thalia scowled. "I'll live. Stop worrying about me. Let's go." She suddenly disappeared.

Percy's left jacket sleeve slipped down, revealing a...

Morpher?

"What the—?" Tori gasped, until Percy hit it. There was a gold flash, and when the light died down, the Gold Ranger who had attacked her the day before stood in front of her.

"Miss me?" Percy asked, crossing his arms.

Dustin sucked in a breath. "Dude—did you—?"

"If you're that Gold Ranger," Tori said through gritted teeth, than let me guess. Thalia's the silver one."

"Give this girl a medal!" Percy applauded. " Or would you like a trophy?" he added sardonically. "Of course. Who else would it be?"

Shane looked around. "Then...where is she?"

Percy sighed. "Enough of this small talk. I said that we would give you a lesson in teamwork. Let's see how well you work together against us."

"But—" Shane started, but Percy streaked towards him like a hurricane. Shane tumbled on the dirt and struggled to get up.

Dustin and Tori both looked at each other, and they both sprinted towards Percy, who promptly turned at the last second and blocked their strikes with the bronze sword Tori had seen him nearly kill Shane with. She squinted at the Ancient Greek writing on the hilt.

"A...Anaklus...Anaklusmos?" she gasped, stumbling back. "What—where did you get Riptide?"

This was so overrated, Tori furiously thought. That was her sword! She had lost a decade back, when she was twelve, while still in the Hunters. She was sure Percy hadn't just picked up the pen and stuck it in his pocket. She remembered thinking that it was strange it didn't return to her pocket like it usually did, but she assumed that Artemis had found it and would give it back to her. But it never happened, and Tori was on the edge of a breakdown for days. She had tried everything, from stamping around the forest to talking to cuttlefish and squid, whom she happened to be a celebrity to, but it had just disappeared. And now, out of all places, and when she needed it the most, it happened to be in Percy Jackson's hand? Unacceptable.

"Hey, listen, Tori!" Dustin gasped, blocking a strike from Percy. "I don't know what you're talking about, but now would be a good time to take out the teamwork on this Percy guy!"

"Oh, no," Percy said, disapproving Dustin's suggestion. He pushed the Yellow Ranger away and whistled. "Now would be a good time!" he called.

"What?" Dustin asked, confused. "You just—"

A silver blur ripped through the air, and Thalia appeared, a sword cocked over her head. It slammed home onto Dustin, who fumbled for his sword and managed to block Thalia's next strike. Shane recovered enough to join the fight, and their battle moved down further south.

"It's just you and me, sis," Percy said, pointing Riptide at her.

"Answer my question, first, then!" Tori snapped, getting pretty angry. "Where did you get Riptide? And don't call me 'sis'!"

"Oh." Percy sounded bored, and he waved a hand. "That? Daddy dear Poseidon gave it to Chiron, who gave it to me when I left for my first quest." He chuckled. "You sound so much like Artemis right now. It's not hard to believe you were a Hunter..."

Tori's mouth dropped open, and she opened her visor. "What?" She was going to have a serious talk with the god of the seas once she managed to get a break from ninja training, so she could go to Olympus.

"Why would you care?" Percy carelessly asked. "It's not as if it used to be yours. Now, can we—"

"Oh, yeah, it did use to be mine!" Tori retorted. She was aware that her ears were probably flaming.

Percy clicked open his visor and laughed. "Do you lie a lot?"

"...Not really, why?"

"I thought so," Percy smirked. "You aren't very good at it."

Tori made a sound of indignation. "But it did!" she insisted.

"Yeah, and"—he thought for a moment—"hedgehogs will fly. If you're so sure about it, why don't you prove it?"

The sounds of clashing metal drew nearer, and Thalia's irritated voice wafted over: "Look, Jackson, I don't know what you're doing—ow!"—she kneed Dustin in the gut, for he had apparently whacked her around the head—"but it looks like sibling bonding time! If you were any more calm, than you could talk with her over a cup of tea! What happened to being the leader?"

"Fine!" Percy and Tori both snapped at once. Tori fumed while closing her visor, drew her sword, and charged.

"Come and get it," Percy taunted, his visor closing shut over his green eyes—or, Tori noticed with surprise, cloudy/stormy gray ones. Strange. She would think that all children of Poseidon would have green or blue-gray eyes, and she thought that Athena's kids were known for sharp gray irises. Maybe Percy was an exception. She shrugged the thought off as Percy's first strike nearly knocked the blade out of her hands. But didn't he have green eyes the first time she saw him? (Okay, it really didn't matter; she could ponder over it later.)

Percy exchanged a few more strikes with her, and Tori despairingly noted that he was a pretty strong guy. She couldn't hold him off forever—and on that thought, Percy whacked her blade out of her hand. It went spinning through the air and stuck straight up in the dirt, the metal blade quivering.

Percy looked over to see how Shane and Dustin were faring against Thalia, and as if on cue, both the Red and Yellow Wind Rangers got hit in the chest by either one of Thalia's blades, and they buckled, sparks flying from their suits. Percy seemed to smirk, and turned his attention back to Tori. "I'll be nice," he decided. "But mark my words, I won't be so nice the next time we meet. I have other things to do." He powered down, and turned his back.

If Tori had any sense, she should have grabbed her sword and struck Percy while he was undefended. But she just stood there, stunned as Percy walked away, disappearing.

Thalia shouted, "Hey! Way to leave me here!" She powered down, and turned Tori's way, but then froze as somebody said:

"Hey, loser!"

A voice came out of nowhere, and as Tori turned around, she couldn't see anybody but Shane and Dustin, who were lying on the ground, a retreating Percy, and a certain, spitting-mad Thalia Grace.

Now, Tori knew that the Big Three kids—including herself—had a fair amount (mind you, only a healthy dose) of pride. But she also knew that Thalia had much more of that than necessary. And Tori knew that Thalia hated, hated being called a loser.

"Sorry, cousin dear!" Percy sang, re-materializing next to the daughter of Zeus. "We'll deal with them later. Don't let them get to your head. Adios, amigos!"

"Spanish?" Thalia said, turning to him, looking dumbfounded. "You've sunk so low."

"Aw! Thanks...but we have other stuff to do..."

Thalia scowled and spat an Ancient Greek insult—to be specific, a certain phrase meaning "Go to the crows"—over her back, but she zipped after Percy.

Shane

Shane was outside skateboarding after that totally crazy morning, trying to sort out his equally-totally messed-up thoughts.

He knew that Tori was a good kid. She was a nice (okay, mostly nice) person to be with, but he questioned her definition of what she defined as "friends".

Shane had no problem with being Tori's buddy. As he said before, she's a great person, but Percy and Thalia? Not so much.

He had slaved his butt off an hour before, trying to fight Thalia off. That girl was in a total league of her own. He hadn't seen much of Percy's fight with Tori, but he could safely assume that it was at least as wicked bad.

Except that Thalia had yelled something about sibling bonding time. Maybe they were just talking. How unfair was that?

Whenever he asked Tori about her life before the academy, she always either:

A.) Snapped in his face and told him to mind his own damn business and whip his butt. (Bad day, bad times, he can't really blame her. And not literally whip his other-word-for-donkey, but still, she came close.)
B.) Walked away without saying anything. (On occasion, it happened.)
C.) Gave a vague answer and immediately changed the subject. (That was when she was in a good mood. It was his most preferred reply, but it only happened once or twice.)
Or...
D.) All of the not-preferred answers above. (A.k.a., Choices A and B. Standard, most often-used response. It didn't make sense to talk without saying anything, but Tori pulled it off.)

So Shane had just given up.

And to think that Percy was Tori's half-brother...Shane shuddered just to think about it. From what he'd seen, they were totally polar opposites. For God's sake, they even looked different. Percy had black hair and either green or gray eyes, seemingly depending on the time of the day, while Tori had her blond hair and gray-blue eyes.

Shane vaguely heard some commotion behind him, but he just stopped skateboarding and headed towards Storm Chargers.

"Anything you wanna talk about?" Kelly, the store's manager asked, punching a few things into the till beside Shane when he got inside.

"Kelly, you're a good boss, right?" Shane asked.

"No one's ever quit on me," Kelly answered, winking.

"So, how do you do it? What's the trick?" Shane asked.

"There is no trick," Kelly laughed. "You just work with them. Give them a chance. We're more like...teammates, ya know?"

Oh, yes. Shane could see where this was going. He totally got the gist. "Yeah, but how can you be sure things won't be messed up if you don't do them yourself?"

"I trust the people around me," Kelly smiled. "Especially my friends."

There was a moment of awkward silence. Then:

"Put me down!" a voice from outside screamed.

"What was that?" Kelly asked, sounding worried.

Shane, like any other normal person would, turned around and almost had a coronary (a.k.a., heart attack.).

"Stay here," he told Kelly. "I'll check." He ran outside instantly.

Shane saw a big dude that looked strangely like a horseshoe magnet wrecking things and generally, causing large amounts of havoc throughout the city, by, nonetheless, sticking people together into giant balls.

"Hey!" Shane yelled. "Magnet Head!"

Okay, maybe not the best insult (he was sure that both Tori and Dustin could think of something better) but hey, it worked.

"Hey, yourself!" the monster taunted, and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with Shane.

Shane had already fought a draining fight this day, skateboarded, and he didn't need another monster ruining his already obliterated-to-smithereens day. He wanted to get this over quickly, so as the monster stumbled from one of Shane's kicks, he yelled, "Ninja Storm! Ranger form, ha!"

But even after he morphed, the fight was tough for him: he was just a rookie Ranger. Shane knew that he needed help, but he didn't want to admit it, so he set his teeth and threw himself into another round with Magnetzilla.

After another couple minutes of right hooks, roundhouse kicks, slashes, parries, and getting a thorough thrashing, Shane wearily knew that he had to get help.

"I can't handle this alone!" Shane yelled. "Tori! Dustin! I need your help!"

"Thought you'd never ask!" a voice called, and the pattering of feet drew nearer. Dustin clapped a hand on Shane's shoulder. "I'm with you all the way, bro!"

"What took you so long?" Shane sighed. "I thought I wouldn't have to ask you without you guys come to help me here."

Tori shrugged and said, "The bottom line is, Sensei didn't let us come and help you until you asked for help yourself. We didn't want to see you getting killed out there!" She laughed a little.

They turned to face the Mad Magnet, who looked like he was about to bind all three of them together, and Shane had no desire to become part of a stack of human pancakes. Especially after that "bonding" time in the desert. Sensei took it over-literally.

Dustin seemed to read his thoughts, and he flashed Shane a smirk. "Don't worry. We won't."

Percy

Percy and Thalia studied the scene through narrowed eyes. Thalia was looking a little jumpy, being over a hundred feet in the air.

"Hey!" Thalia complained, her hands gripping the rail of the building he was standing on top of. "Lothor never told us that they had this gun with a hammer at the end!"

Percy sighed heavily. "Since when has he told us anything?"

"It's their Storm Striker, brain boy."

Thalia slammed her fist on one of the sightseeing binocular things, where you can insert a quarter and twirl the binoculars on their pedestal and ooh/aah at the landscape. A muted sound rang thought it. "What do you want?" she growled without turning around. "And what's with calling people losers?"

"We're just watching the show with you!" Blake protested.

"You're not stalking us?" Percy asked heavily.

"Nah," Hunter clarified, standing next to Percy and looking down on the rather panoramic scene—not. "Are you going to kill us?"

Thalia snorted. "You would be dead already, this high up." She seemed to be in an even worse mood than before (if that was possible), and Percy really wasn't sure if it was because the Thunder Rangers were with them, or because she was the only girl in their little quartet. It was probably both.

They silently looked on as the Wind Rangers, with Dustin in the front, blasted what looked like an energy ball containing a hundred-pound weight on the Mad Magnet, flattening to something that pretty much resembled a piece of flattened metal.

Blake applauded. "That was lovely. It should be kept there as a national monument to monsters of all kinds."

Hunter threw a look at his brother. "Dude."

"Okay...okay..."

"Well, I'd be damned," Percy said after a while, saying something that Annabeth would have duct-taped his mouth for eternity for. "Look at that floating scroll. Man, that idea is so overused."

"Maybe about only five thousand zillion years ago," Thalia snidely retorted.

Hunter made a tsk-ing sound and wagged a finger. "Thalia, the universe is only thirteen-point-seven billion years old."

"And who made you the astronomy geek?"

"Cosmology."

"Whatever!" And in an undertone, Thalia added: "What's the difference?"

The overused idea of a floating scroll, however, was not so overused if the words on it suddenly glowed red and the parchment disappeared, therefore making a monster grow to superhuman size.

"I told you we should have stayed," Thalia reprimanded, slugging Percy on the arm. "Now look what's happened. The Mad Magnet's lived up to its name and has gone utterly mad." She stared disbelievingly at the now-huge monster.

Percy pursed his lips. "Chill. It wouldn't have helped if we had just jumped in and...never mind. But the monster's kicked it up a notch now...we'll see their defeat."

"That's a TV show that would be nice to put on Nicktoons," Thalia muttered.

"Oh, no," Blake said, dismissing the idea. "Do you know how many little children watch that station?"

"Well, if they can digest Dragon Ball, than I think that they can stand a big monster with a magnet for a head. It has a slight entertainment factor, at least!"

"I don't think that that's the point," Percy said.

Thalia sighed. "Yes. Again, whatever." She turned her attention back to the fight, her eyebrows furrowed. "Percy, I'll bet you as many drachmas there are in the world that Mad Magnet is going down."

Hunter looked at her, a smirk playing around the corners of his lips. "Are you going to go traitor? What makes you think that?"

"If you had bothered to move your empty head just a couple of inches down, than you would notice a big mechanical hawk, lion, and dolphin that said Wind Rangers went into. They're called Zords. You have Zords of your own. Bugs, nonetheless. And then, hey, guess what? It's Megazord time. Bet?"

"No bet," Percy groaned.

"Dude—they aren't combining," Hunter commented. "The Zords are individually attacking."

"And they're blowing Mad Magnet to pieces," Blake added. "But, hey, the guy's a magnet. He'll just reform. And what's with us having Zords? Don't you have any?"

"Not that I know of," Percy shrugged. "Nah, I'm kidding."

"That's because he's extremely unobservant," Thalia said, rejecting his statement. "I think it's an eagle and a...starfish?"

"No! It's a shark!" Percy huffed.

"Okay, okay...don't set your pants on fire..."

Hunter stifled a snort.

As if Blake's previous comment about the Mad Magnet sticking together was prophetic, the monster just reassembled itself, and seemed a lot madder than before.

"That's why you don't bet against me."

Percy and the three others silently looked on as the Zords combined to form the Megazord.

"Looks like ultimately, I was right," Thalia smugly said. "Let's all bet against Blake. He'll always lose. Whaddya think it's called?"

"When they morph," Percy pointed out, "they say something like, 'Ninja Storm, Ranger form'."

Hunter rolled his eyes. "So, what, you think it's called the 'Ninja Storm, Ranger form' Megazord? That's a long name. It even has a comma."

"Well, maybe it's the Ninja Megazord, or Storm Megazord, or—"

"Stop it!" Thalia and Blake both snapped. Percy was silent for a moment, and then smirked. "Looks like you two think alike."

Thalia just crossed her arms and glared at the "Ninja Storm, Ranger form" Megazord.

"Well, would you look at that," Percy said finally. "They have a sword with the head of a flat-headed dragon."

"I think it's a snake," Blake knowledgeably offered.

Percy's mouth dropped. "Oh, they can multiply into three? How fair is that? Looks like Mad Magnet's going to be a pile of iron filings by the end of this."

"Leave the future-telling to Rachel," Thalia said. "Although...you're probably right."

"You sound as if you hate to admit it," Hunter mildly noticed.

Thalia shook her head. "Boys..." She turned away from the scene. "Let's go. The battle's over, the Wind Rangers won the day, and Lothor's going to be pulling his ponytail out of that mask thing he wears."

"I think it's actually fused to his face," Hunter pointed out.

Thalia turned a bit green. "Never. Ever. Mention. That. To. Me. Again. It's so sick."

"Yeah," Percy muttered, running after her. "Big surprise."

"I still hate going into outer space," Thalia muttered as they flashed into Lothor's spaceship.

"Suck it up," Hunter flashed back.

Lothor looked quite mad when they arrived at the doorway. Although it was closed, they could still hear him scream: "Fine! It's time to bring out the big guns!"

"But Uncle," a girl whined, presumably either Kapri or Marah, "we're still stuck to each other!"

"Sibling bonding time," Hunter smirked, flashing Thalia an all-knowing look. Thalia just sighed and shook her head.

Percy snickered. "I think I like being compared to a gun."

"They're inanimate objects!" Blake said in surprise.

"...I take that back..."

"You four!" Lothor growled, pacing around the ship and looking extremely vexed. "Get rid of them! Just get rid of them!"

Thalia sighed as they appeared back on solid ground. "What have we been trying to do for the past day? I didn't hunt them down in a blown-up desert for nothing!"

Blake looked thoughtful. "You know, I think that it's time to put that camera into use.

Percy scoffed. "Don't tell me that you're still thinking of manning that thing. How are we going to get one of them to a photo shoot?"

"As far as I'm concerned," Hunter said, "I'm out of it. Just get Marah and Kapri to do it, and promise that they can go to the mall if they're successful in making a clone of one of the Wind Rangers."

Thalia crossed her arms. "Look, this is a lovely plan and all, but there's one small flaw: Who are we going to clone?"

Percy looked at her. "That is a real problem...who ever knew you'd be so smart?"

"What?" Thalia looked stunned. "I am smart!"

"Yeah, about as much as a sloth," Percy muttered.

"You take that back!"

"Whoa. Guys. Let's not have a fight over who's more intelligent," Blake intervened. "Who do you want to clone?"

"Shane," Hunter suggested immediately. "He's their leader."

Blake frowned. "No, Dustin would be a better choice. He can...I dunno, smash or laugh his way into Ninja Ops."

"That makes no sense," Percy argued. "He would get caught in seconds. I say we get Marah and Kapri to clone Tori."

Hunter scoffed. "Why? Because she's your half-sister?"

"No, because she's a girl."

Thalia turned on him again. "What do you have against girls?" She swatted Percy. "The next time you suggest something like that, an arrow will be impaled through your brain."

"But it was a compliment!" Percy protested. "They're...more..." His voice trailed off.

"Yes?" Thalia snarled. "We're what?"

"Subtle," Percy lamely finished. Yes. That was the word.

"It's down to you, Thalia," Blake pointed out. "We guys all have different opinions. Whoever you choose, we'll clone. Majority rules."

"Heh," Thalia muttered. "Fine. Get Tori."

Hunter shrugged. "Okay. Ring up Marah and Kapri, get them unstuck, and bring out the Kelzaks and the camera. Then, they can formulate some plan to get the camera onto her, and then, Ninja Ops will be infiltrated. Simple as that."

Percy kicked back. "And we won't have a lift a finger? Sounds good to me."

"Then it's on." All four of them walked off into Blue Bay Harbor.