A/N: This was bugging me when I worked it out. Since I finished the chapter, I figured I should post it. This sets up two plot points for later use and makes me very happy. Enjoy!

Dillon watched the factory implode with horror, Ziggy clutching his arm in a vise like grip. "No," Summer said.

"Ziggy," Flynn began.

"I can't," Ziggy replied, releasing Dillon, "I have to know where I'm going."

"Then let's start digging," Scott said, "They were in that doom bot, they may be all right."

Dillon nodded as he stepped forward. Suddenly the rubble that had once been a hanger began to shift and shake. "Get Back!" Dillon shouted, pushing Ziggy away as some of the rocks came their way. Already morphed, Dillon summoned his shield with barely a thought.

Moments later, something emerged from the rubble, not the large and menacing doombot, but what appeared to be a Zord shaped like a whale of some sort.

A pair of triumphant yells echoed over the com. "Gem, Gemma?" Scott said, almost breathless.

"That's-"

"Us."

"How?" Flynn asked.

"Doctor K did it," Gem said.

"She reprogrammed."

"The doombot."

"Into a new Zord."

Dillon looked over to where Scott was holding Summer close with one arm and clutching Flynn with the other. "So," Dillon drawled, "How much storage space do you have in that flying fish of yours?"

"Uh, that's a whale," Ziggy said from behind him.

"Enough for-"

"Both cars."

"I guess we're flying back then," Scott commented. "It'll be faster, since we don't have to avoid that prison."

"We'd still have to plot around it," Dillon replied, "They'll have air patrols to go with the ground patrols; especially if word gets to Venjix that we stole his robot and how we did it."

"I guess," Scott said, "but it would still be faster."

"It would be faster if we could just deal with it," Flynn muttered.

The five Rangers exchanged glances, thinking about the implications of what Flynn was suggesting. "We could," Gem began.

"Do that," Gemma finished.

"If by deal."

"You mean blow it up."

Dillon tuned out the twins' sound effects as he contemplated the reality of Flynn's words. He thought it might be doable, if not as easy as the twins were implying. "What would we do with the prisoners?" Summer asked.

"Place like that has trucks," Dillon offered, "so they can transport prisoners if they need to. We load them up in those and the flying whale will lead them to Corinth." When the other Rangers turned to them, Dillon shrugged, "Gem and Gemma aren't the only ones who checked out those prison camps. I wanted to know the best way out if I ever got captured." I was also looking for my sister, but I don't need to tell them that.

"We need to plan this," Scott said. "Let's get the cars loaded up before the Grinders come back and talk about this while we head that way."

Loading the cars wasn't easy, the Whale Zord not being especially graceful about landing and taking off, but they did manage to get the two vehicles in the zord before the first Grinders began to appear. Gem and Gemma tested out their new weapons system by taking potshots while the other Rangers strapped the cars in the hold to keep them from sliding around. "All right," Scott said as Flynn and Summer finally powered down, "Let's get out of here."

"Yes sir," Gem and Gemma declared.

The Zord turned out to have some extra rooms that Dillon had not anticipated, after all most of his Zord was taken up by weaponry and mechanics. He sometimes felt that his cockpit had been added as an afterthought, not a priority.

"There's a lot of space in here," Ziggy commented as they moved through the Zord.

"It's a doomsday robot," Scott replied, "Venjix probably intended to move hundreds of Grinders inside. The weapons would have taken out the dome and probably leveled the city, and the Grinders would have subdued the population."

"Makes sense," Flynn said. "But now that weaponry is ours."

"Right," Scott said as they finally found the Bridge. "Now, about that prison camp we want to deal with."

/…\\\

They wound up hovering with the camp on the edge of their sensors for most of the day. It allowed them to rest up from the fight and for Ziggy to explain what had happened at the interface. Once Dillon had accessed the system, Ziggy had found himself reduced to pacing, listening for the robotic whir that characterized the Grinders, and trying not to think about Gemma's dream. He'd never really had much experience with Silver Rangers, or their prophetic dreams, but like any Ranger kid, he had been extensively briefed in how to handle those dreams.

Still, it had been a shock when a hidden passage had slammed open to reveal at least two dozen Grinders. Ziggy had never been as happy for his magic as that moment. He'd thrown his hands up, and released two bolts of energy instinctively. The blast from his power had knocked the Grinders back, and then Dillon had woken up as another door had come open. Ziggy didn't remember morphing as the Grinders began firing on them, but he had. He didn't really remember joining Dillon in the fight, but he had. What he did remember was a shadowy figure, taller and broader than any attack bot they'd faced, moving with an odd, shuffling gate.

Still, they'd been over run, and there had been something about a self destruct, so Ziggy had teleported Dillon out of the factory in time to learn that Gem and Gemma would have to ride out the blast in the doom bot they had come to destroy.

That the twins had survived was, the group agreed, nothing short of a miracle. Now they were preparing for a second one.

This time, the plan was simple; Scott, Summer, and Flynn would locate the prisoners once they had been locked up for the night while Ziggy and Dillon secured the trucks. Gem and Gemma would hover over the facility and take care of any Grinders they saw, or the drones that flew. It was, all in all, an effective plan by all accounts.

Scott, Summer, and Flynn went in first, slipping into the camp between patrols, unmorphed and trusting to the desert gear Dillon kept in his trunk to keep them from standing out too much. They would maintain radio silence unless they absolutely had to.

Ziggy watched them vanish feeling tense and worried. He didn't want his friends to get in trouble. Beside him on the back side of the dune they were using for cover, Dillon was watching his watch. "Now," He finally breathed.

Ziggy wrapped an arm around Dillon's shoulders and teleported them into the camp. As they began to creep past the scattered debris, or whatever it was, Ziggy wasn't entirely certain what the camp was there for, the Whale Zord glided into view with all the majesty of its water bound cousins. Until the first lasers flash out and something exploded just out of sight. Dillon grabbed Ziggy's arm and yanked, bringing Ziggy out of his thoughts. "Let's go," Dillon said.

The pair raced for the biggest entrance to the camp, they had seen trucks in there during their earlier scouting.

The camp was starting to wake up as a siren went off, only to be cut short when it's source, an elevated platform, was destroyed by the Whale Zord. Ziggy winced slightly as some debris from that explosion landed nearby, then they were at the doors, which were already opening.

As soon as the door was wide enough, a mass of Grinders on motorcycles began to stream out, heading towards the Whale Zord.

Ziggy followed Dillon into the building, where they met their first Grinders, a half dozen that were standing between the trucks and a large, double door. Dillon muttered something before launching into the six with a roundhouse. Trusting Dillon to handle them, Ziggy scanned the large garage, only to find it looked empty. Carefully, he began to actually move through the space between trucks, watching for Grinders trying to hide. As it was, the small group that exploded out of one of the trucks took him be surprise, and only the fact that he was already morphed kept him from being hurt worse by their laser guns.

"Nitro sword," Ziggy said, pulling the weapon and launching himself at his opponents.

Without an audience, Ziggy didn't worry about downplaying his own skills, instead, he simply did what he had to do to take out the four grinders who had tried to ambush him.

When the last of the grinders was a sparking pile of scraps, Ziggy looked around and found Dillon watching, "It looks like most of the Grinders are outside," the Black Ranger said. "Gem and Gemma are dealing with them, but are worried that they didn't get the communications tower down fast enough. Scott, Summer, and Flynn are heading this way now."

"Right," Ziggy said, "let's get these trucks prepped."

The pair quickly got the first truck ready to accept passengers as Summer appeared with a dozen people in ragged clothing, "Let's go," Dillon called, "we need a driver and someone who can handle a gun up front, everyone else in back. As soon as we open the doors head straight out. Don't stop, whatever you do. Just head straight away from the factory, we'll regroup once we're away from here."

"I can drive," one of the prisoners said.

"I can handle a weapon," the man beside him said.

"Great," Dillon replied, he picked up one of the Grinder's guns and held it up, "Load them up."

Ziggy moved onto the second truck, and then the third, pulling down the ramp, making sure the keys were in the ignition and that there was a weapon handy for the person riding shotgun. As he started on the fourth truck in the six truck fleet, Dillon appeared, "This one is the last one," he said. "You'll be riding shot gun on this one. I'll be on one of the others. Summer and the others are setting charges they found in the armory to help level this place."

"Right," Ziggy replied.

Soon enough, the first of the trucks began to roll out as Dillon's truck finished loading. "All right," Ziggy called, "the last of you in this truck. Who's driving?"

"I am," one of the men replied, "Are you on shotgun?"

As Dillon's truck turned on it's headlights, Ziggy froze. A face all too familiar to him came clear in the dim light of the garage. "Hey, Green Ranger," the man said, "are you ok?"

"Uh," Ziggy said, trying to think of something he could actually say in this moment. "I'm fine, yeah, I'm fine. Everybody get in and hold on. It's probably going to get bumpy. There are some extra Grinder weapons back there, but we shouldn't need them." Turning, Ziggy watched the last of his group climb into their truck while the driver climbed into the truck cab. Once the last of the prisoners was secured, Ziggy took off the ramp and tied down the back of the canvas cover. Then he pulled himself into the cab of the truck and pulled out his nitro blaster. "Let's go," he said, trying not to stare at his companion. The man started the truck and slammed it into gear, the truck lurched and then they were on their way.

The ground outside the building was littered with the debris of Gem and Gemma's reign of terror, and Ziggy spotted three brightly colored figures leaping on board the hovering Zord as they went. Something in him relaxed at that sign. "Everything ok?" The driver asked.

"Fine," Ziggy managed and cleared his throat, "Just making sure everyone made it out safe. They're supposed to blow the building once we're clear."

"Define clear," the driver muttered.

"Edge of the camp," Ziggy replied.

He tipped his helmet slightly as his comm activated, "Scott here," Scott said, "we're safe away except one truck."

"That's us," Ziggy said, "we're almost out of the blast zone, right?"

"We're starting the sequence right now," Scott replied, "standing by."

"You might want to drive faster if you can," Ziggy told the driver, "they're starting the sequence for the detonators."

"Truck can only go so fast," the driver grunted even as he changed gears again.

"Sorry, just thought I'd warn you," Ziggy replied. He tipped his head again, "Dillon, where are you guys?"

"Just over the dune," Dillon replied, "we'll reorganize there."

"We need to get past the dune," Ziggy told the driver, "we'll reorder things there."

"Right," the driver replied.

Anything else either of them said was drowned out by a series of loud explosions. Ziggy leaned out the truck window to watch as the factory exploded. "Wow," he breathed.

"That was bigger than expected," Scott commented.

"What type of explosives did you use?" Dillon demanded.

"They looked like C4," Scott replied, "but we didn't find enough to create that big of an explosion."

"One of these guys says that they were a munitions plant once," Dillon reported, "and that there were lower levels were some old stuff was still stored."

"So we blew up a munitions stash," Ziggy commented, "impressive."

"Doesn't matter," Scott said, "Venjix won't be using that place for quite a while, and if he tried, we now have three long range Zords we can use."

The truck topped the sand dune to find the other trucks parked in a haphazard line, most of the prisoners milling around them. "That's intelligent," the driver muttered.

"What?" Ziggy asked.

"We're about to leave, why are they walking around," the driver said, "what if there were some Grinders still around?"

"I don't think there are that many," Ziggy replied, "Gem and Gemma are good shots, and the Whale Zord has some impressive weaponry."

The driver grunted as he parked the truck and Ziggy slid out. "Ziggy, Dillon, we're going to start out," Scott announced. "You two need to get these refugees moving as soon as possible."

"Right," Dillon replied as Ziggy spotted his friend. Dillon climbed onto the front tire well of one of the trucks, "Everyone listen up!" He shouted. "I know you're all celebrating be out of that place, but we can't hang around and throw a party. Everyone needs to get back in the trucks, and we'll get you safe to Corinth. My partner, Ranger Green, and I will be riding along as a ground force and the rest of our team are in the flying whale. Don't argue, load up!"

People began to move and Dillon jumped back down, "I'll be in the first truck," he told Ziggy.

"I'll take the last one," Ziggy replied, glancing over his shoulder as the driver of his truck approached. "Look, Dillon," he said, "there's someone I want you to meet first."

"Make it quick," Dillon snapped as he powered down.

"Right," Ziggy replied and turned to the driver, "Power down."

As shock and recognition crossed the man's face Ziggy gestured, "Hi Dad, this is Dillon, our Ranger Black. Dillon, this is my adoptive father, Conner McKnight."