Disclaimer: Not mine, sorry!
Who is this guy? I wondered, looking at my teammates; who, indeed. He had broken into our home, taken away our mentor and kidnapped our leader. I could see the worry and uncertainty in the faces of the three others left, could hear it in the faint tremble in Alpha's speech circuits. I ran a finger over my shirt for a moment, letting my mind settle.
Tommy.
I glanced at the others again, Tommy knew something, there was something about that too smooth response of his that just screamed out he knew something. The question was (as ever) what? I needed to talk to him again. The others needed something to do. I looked at Trini; she was watching me, fear glimmering in her eyes, but also the calm serenity that was her trademark. She nodded at me slightly, as if giving me permission. I took a deep breath and looked at Kim and then back to her, she nodded again.
"All right," I said, "here's the plan." The others turned to me, surprise in Kim's eyes, while Billy looked almost grateful that I'd spoken up. I squared my shoulders and issued the orders, because I was called 'The Dancing Clown' but I was more. I am more. I am, and will always be, a Black Ranger.
