"Did that better than I expected," Kiera said coming out of her hiding. Jason had spent the rest of his evening inside the basement headquarters carefully researching even more on this whole project as everyone had seemingly left. It was dark outside, and he had sent Tyler home after giving him a briefing. Tyler, to their relief, had agreed wholeheartedly to be a ranger. Jason had sent him off with a red power box.

"At least I did it," he retorted. She plopped down next to him.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Jason looked up at her. "For what?"

"You did what I was simply afraid to do for weeks, maybe months. You did it for me."

He grinned. "I did it to be financially efficient."

Kiera shook her head. "Sucks to admit that you succeeded. Your room is upstairs." She could feel Jason giving her a grateful smile, but rose before she could catch it. "Aunt Hayley found the Paragon Prisms. I created the Dino Charge team. It's all in my hands. It was smart of you to send the boxes with them like that." Jason saw a glass cube case flip on the large panel of buttons. "Maybe they'll change their minds. All I know is..." A beep echoed through the room. Jason realized the button she had pushed had sent currents through silver boxes. "They have power now."

~X~

Sledge pensively paced under the high ceiling enclosed in the dark. For now, everything stood frozen around him and he was alone. That petite framed scientist and her family had set everything up for him. He may have seemed lazy, but he was no less smart.

In his headquarters, a large mechanical tyrannosaurus towered over him and everything else. It gleamed the color of blood and shined valiantly just for him. It was his creation and under his control, just like the world was to be in a matter of time.

"Not this time, you pathetic fools," he muttered to himself. "This time, I will win."

~X~

For once, Shelby saw both the cafe die down and the end of summer approaching. In the silent twilight holding Tourism, she heard the bell cling on the door as she wiped down the table. She glanced up, ready to greet her customer. She faced back down.

"I'll be there in just a second babe," Chase said. He gestured the lovely girl who he had brought out tonight to a nearby booth while he walked over to the counter. Shelby obviously didn't want his presence near her, but they had to talk of a common factor. He took a quick seat. "A coke and an iced tea please."

"You should write a book," she told him without looking up. "How to get a girl in two hours."

"I'll be sure to give you credit," he replied sarcastically. "But," His voice was crouching into a low whisper as the girl behind him mindlessly twirled her hair. "I need to talk to you. About what happened at that guy's house."

"Jason's house," Shelby corrected with a nod. She began speaking with a whisper as well. "Go ahead."

Chase leaned in. "He sent you a silver box, correct?"

"Yeah, and?"

"Did yours have this...well this..."

"Bright yellow colored revolver and a small pink battery?"

He frowned. "Black."

She simply shrugged and looked down at her coffee stained shirt. "Probably matched it with our shirts or whatever. But yeah, everything else matches up.

"Okay, good." Chase replied with a sigh of relief. "Just checking. Do you know what it does?"

Shelby chuckled a bit to herself. "It blasts holes through carpets."

"So a blaster and a morpher..." he mused before he caught her casting an uneasy look.

"Do you want to be a Power Ranger?" she asked softly.

"Didn't we all?"

She shrugged again. "My parents weren't into the whole using swords and blasters types of things. Kept me away from it..."

"Well then..."

They were caught in a lighter moment of silence. But Shelby peered over his shoulder to see his date tonight impatiently waiting for him. "You should go. We women don't like to be kept waiting."

"Yeah..." he nodded and turned to get out of his seat. But the booths gave him a realization and he turned back around. "Hey. About what happened earlier...here, I mean here at the cafe. I'm sorry."

Shelby blinked. "You are?"

"Yeah. You...hit the nail on the head with what you said. I was going, or at least about to go, too far. It was totally out of line and inappropriate of me. And I'm sorry."

Her radiant smile seemed enough for him, whether she forgave him or not. But it quickly washed away and was replaced by a stern line. "Don't let it happen again."

He scoffed. "Sound like my mother...or a really good friend."

She simply handed him the two glasses and sent him on his way.

~X~

Kiera nor Jason expected so much to happen in twenty four hours. But a large crash had already echoed itself throughout the large mansion. Jason was out running first, followed by Kiera in a purple cardigan and they dashed down marble stairs together before making their way down to the basement. By the time they were down and Kiera switched on the light, the clock read 1:07 a.m. and there was another body in the house.

"Ah!" Kiera yelped and suddenly turned away. Jason found a young boy lifting himself off of the floor and realized why Kiera had shrieked. He was wearing nothing but a brown cloth to cover his...middle area (Jason understood Kiera completely). He seemed to be shivering in the warm weather and was just as scared as they were, his shoulder length hair in tired tangles and a dull stone knife at his waist.

"Where did you come from? How did you-OKAY, no need for that!" he said with a step forward. But the boy was now in defense mode, holding his weapon in front of him. "Why does that look treacherous?"

He saw a gleam in the corner of his eye, and realized that Kiera herself was holding a modern, metal, sharp sword of her own. She pointed at the boy just as he was, and he seemingly stumbled back. "Kiera..." he whispered. But she turned and gave him a wink. She pointed to a little tag on the sword, which Jason read "$2.99" off of and paused his steps all together.

"Why are you in my house?" she began. The boy opened his mouth, and only verbal bits escaped. There were no words, so Kiera put the sword down. "I'm sorry. I'm...come with us." Her hand was outstretched to the boy now, who didn't move but rather eyed the weird gesture. "It's okay. You're safe now, I promise. We won't hurt you."