Muriel Reeves was just getting into the studio from her latest assignment, a hard-hitting and potentially landscape-changing story about a man who had the largest collection of commemorative event coins in the country, who was applying to have it recognised as the largest collection of its kind in the world. She was sadly more than used to such assignments, being sent all over the city for next to nothing. The only benefit was that the station paid travel costs, and since the news van had been converted to run on Morph-X, those expenses were now largely negligible.

She threw her bag down on her desk in frustration as she looked through her possessions for her notes.

"Muriel…"

"Eric, unless you have a mocha, I really don't want to hear it." She snapped at him.

"Muriel, you need…"

"Do you know how many different designs of commemorative dollars were minted for the inauguration of President Grayson?" She asked. "I do…and that includes all the mis-strike variants that slipped through quality control into the market."

"Muriel, listen to me…"

"I need to get on with starting this story." She said sarcastically. "The world just needs to know if they have a left-facing Carter Grayson dollar it's now worth one dollar fifty-three!"

"MURIEL!" He called out. "You need to come and see this, right now!"

Even with the worthless stories she was given with infuriating regularity, she was professional enough that she wanted to do the best job possible and get the story started while all the 'juicy' details were fresh in her mind. After all, if it wasn't for her, someone might not actually know that there were fifteen mis-cast 2016 Pan Global Games coins out there! He dragged her through towards the studio, despite her protests, but the second he opened the door, she fell silent. It was instinct. Even when the on-air light wasn't on, noise was kept to a minimum to ensure people got their instructions from the production team and understood what they were doing. But the second the light was on, no one was to speak except the on-air talent.

They were in the middle of the lunch-time bulletin. She settled in, taking care not to make any noise, but as soon as she looked to the desk, she could see a major problem. There, on the screen behind the anchors, was a very familiar face. Her stomach sank as she realised what was going on.

"So, what is the weather like there in the Alps?" Cathy, the woman who had been chosen to head up the anchor position over her about five years ago. She was a fine enough journalist, Muriel never would disparage her work, but it wasn't exactly lost on her that Cathy was five years younger than her, and was a few dozen spaces higher than her on 'sexiest woman on television' polls than her. It wasn't exactly Cathy's fault that she had long, sleek legs, dressed well, or had the kind of smile that could be used to illuminate airport landing strips, but her resume of stories had not really been any more spectacular than her own. She was in the middle of a satellite interview with…

"Well, we had a few weeks of pretty bad blizzards, but it means there's some beautiful powder out there for today." Blaze replied. Blaze…she had seen him! He was only a few feet in front of her when he had accosted her in the parking lot. When he handed her the files from his father's business and insisted that she name him as a source. "It's been pretty wild! I was a little worried we'd run out of Dom Perignon but you know what? I'm nothing if not a survivor!"

A few weeks? Blaze had only attacked her days ago!

"So, what have the views been like?" She asked.

"Not as good as they are right now, Cathy." Blaze said, giving her a flirtatious smile. Cathy just smiled in response.

"Well, there's the good old Winchester charm we've all come to know over the years." She replied. "Now, I know how much you love your skiing so I promise I won't keep you from that wonderful powder, but just to summarise…"

"I have absolutely no idea what Ms. Reeves is talking about quite frankly. I've been here enjoying some delightful chocolate and some wonderful hot-tubs." Blaze responded. "As for those documents…I don't think I've ever even seen anything like that. Suffice to say the day will come when I take a more active role in the family business, but for now…let's just say the most pressing concern has been the fact I've only just got my internet connection back. I've been really missing my Netflix."

"Well, I won't keep you any longer. Enjoy the Black Diamond run." She told him, turning back to the camera as the screen went blank. "I have to say I'm very jealous. I can't remember the last time I went skiing, can you Dom?"

"With my knees? I think I'm more likely to be spending my days in the lodge with a nice warm toddy." He chuckled in response. "This is Dom Reynolds…"

"And Cathy Newton…"

"Signing off." They chorused together as the title music played. There was a loud buzzer to signal that the broadcast had now been cut off and it was safe to speak.

"OK, that's a wrap, great broadcast everyone!" The floor manager called out. "Come on, let's get all this packed up!"

Muriel just stormed out of the studio, heading back towards her desk. Eric was a few paces behind her.

"Muriel, I know this is…"

"This is BULLSHIT!" She screamed at him.

"Look, I know that this…"

"I know what I saw Eric! He was this freaking close!" She ranted as she faced him. "I might make the odd mistake, but not with one of the most famous faces in all of Coral Harbour!"

She sat down at her desk and started up her computer. Eric just sighed.

"Look, not everything is some kind of conspiracy. We've all been conned when we think we've got a good story." He told her. "I once handed in a piece that named the whistleblower in a corporate espionage case as 'B. '!"

"What the Hell?" She called out as she looked at her desktop. "Where the hell is it?"

"Where's what?" He asked her.

"The documents on my story…they're gone!" She told him.

"I'm sure it's just a glitch…"

"It's the ONLY file that's missing!" She yelled at him.

"Well, where are the originals?" He asked her. "You can always re-scan them."

She got up and headed straight for her editor's office, completely ignoring the secretary. She barged in, finding him with a putter in his hand, playing on an electronic putting machine. She slammed the door behind her.

"Muriel…"

"Where are the documents Vernon?" She asked him. He just looked to her.

"Now, calm down." He told her. "I understand you're upset…"

"UPSET?" She screamed at him. "You just harpooned me on live television!"

"We're a news station, we have to present all the facts of a story! I can't ignore it if an accused party comes to me with contrary evidence just to protect a reporter!" He reasoned with her. "I'm not blaming you Muriel, we all know what it can be like when we think we've got our Watergate moment, but…"

"Give me the documents Vernon." She demanded.

"Muriel, please settle down." He begged her.

"If you don't want me to find a new permanent home for that putter, you'll give me them back right now!" She told him. He just sighed.

"Muriel, you just accused one of the most powerful men in the world with war profiteering and criminal negligence. Arguably treason too!" He explained to her. "The only way I could stop his lawyers from shutting us down and putting everyone on the building on the unemployment line was to give them what they asked for."

"You gave them back?" She demanded. "That's just great!"

"Muriel, please, I'm doing what I can for you. They want heads on a pike, and frankly it'd be a lot easier for me to just give him that." He told her. "I'm trying to save your ass here."

He put a hand on her shoulder.

"I think it'd be for the best if you disappeared for a while." He told her. "Just, take some personal time. You've not taken any personal days in three years. Maybe some time at home will let this whole thing cool down. Doesn't a paid vacation sound good?"

She just pulled away, looking to him in disgust.

"Message received." She replied. He couldn't make it any clearer what was happening if he had called security to remove her from the building. For now, she didn't have any options. She could either walk away with her paycheck, or risk being fired altogether. She just turned and left his office, being sure to slam the door on her way. She wouldn't let this go. There was obviously more to this story. She just needed to figure out how to proceed.

In the Ranger Base, the Rangers were training, trying to ascertain the abilities and talents of their new Rangers. It was a risky business, and they wanted to be sure they were prepared for it.

The Beastbots had joined them, eager to see the brand-new robot on the team. They were curious to see what the buzz was about it, especially since they'd heard the news that the robot wasn't just a robot, but was also a Ranger! They were concerned to know if the new members of the team were up to the task of watching out for their friends…but also there was a level of intrigue as well. Robots had been programmed to do many wondrous and amazing things over the years, but a Power Ranger? The last time that had happened was such a disaster it hadn't been attempted again! Was it really possible a robot was able to help them in the field?

"OK, so let's take a break." Devon said, trying to catch his breath. "We'll take a few minutes to get some water, then do some target practice, does that sound good to everyone?"

"I could go right now." Ravi said, taking a sip.

"Of course, you're a machine." Devon reiterated his usual compliment. Steel just stood with his hands on his hips.

"HEY!" He called out.

"Oh, right, Sorry Steel." Devon said a little sheepishly. Nate saw Zoey heading over to the corner and sitting down by herself. She'd been pretty quiet, but he was excited by the prospect of talking to her now. He was no longer the helpless little kid that needed to be looked after. He was a superhero. He could actually leave the base without needing someone to hold his hand. He went over to her, sitting down with her as she looked through her bag.

"Are you alright?" He asked her. "You don't need any snacks, do you?"

"No, I've got one of your bars." She answered, taking out one of the special diet bars he'd given her. Thanks to her new metabolism, she needed to be extremely careful about how often she ate and what she ate to make sure her body didn't burn through all the nutrients she'd need to function in the day.

"Hey, bro! Check this out!" Steel called out. "Are you watching? BRO!"

He started doing some flips and somersaults. Nate just smiled, nodding in approval. Zoey still felt a little down about the change in their roles, about the fact he didn't need her to look after him, but seeing Steel acting out, looking for his admiration and approval was amazingly cute to her.

"So, that's what it's like having a little brother." She chuckled. Nate just nodded.

"I guess so." He replied. "That's great Steel, but you don't need to try and impress me!"

Steel just went to talk to the others, who were taking a rest, discussing their sparring session and comparing notes on what they needed to work on. Zoey just put a hand on his thigh.

"Nate, I don't think it's a case of him NEEDING to impress you. I think he just WANTS to." Zoey explained to him. "I was the youngest. I understand wanting your older siblings to like you. When I was a kid, I used to do everything I could to get my brothers to notice me."

"I guess I really hadn't thought much about it." He responded, trying to process it. "I guess I have a lot to learn about being a brother."

He put his hand on hers.

"I'm sorry I went on and on about how much I wanted a brother." He replied. "I've only had one for a day and already I can see there's a lot to figure out."

He suddenly realised where his hand was, just as Zoey realised, she had her hand on his thigh. They both pulled away sharply, trying to look away and act casual.

"It's fine." She replied. "I guess it helps your brother is as adorable as Steel."

"What's the story between you and Eli anyway?" He asked her. Just then, Devon called them over.

"Guys, time to get up!" Devon told them. "The firing range awaits!"

"Oh boy! I get to SHOOT THINGS!" Steel yelled, more than a little too enthusiastically.

"Yeah…let's just make sure it's only the targets though." Ravi reminded him. "Come on, Steel, this way!"

Muriel got to her apartment block, still enraged by the events of the day.

She hadn't been fired. Officially she hadn't been reprimanded in any way. However, being sent home and told not to work and not to come into the office was a pretty direct message. She'd taken holidays in her life, of course, but usually she CHOSE to go on those. However, it was pretty clear that she wasn't getting that same option here. The only saving grace was that she was still being paid, so she could still cover her bills and get groceries. But if there was one thing Muriel didn't believe in, it was being silenced and doing nothing about it!

She parked up her car, but she heard something a little way off. It was a roar of engines. She looked around to see some Harleys rolling in. No one in her block owned one. Only about half the people in her block could afford a vehicle at all, and even then, most of them were second-hand cars a few years old.

She noticed the kuttes right away. She fumbled in her bag, putting away her car keys, but getting a hold of her mace spray, slipping it into her hand. She started to make her way towards the entrance to her building, but she heard footsteps behind her. She sped up, casting the occasional glimpse either side to see if she could see shadows. They were definitely coming up behind her. She got to the door and punched in the code hurriedly, slipping inside and slamming the door shut behind her quickly.

She breathed a small sigh of relief and went to the elevator, riding it up to her floor. As soon as she got there though, she was alarmed as the doors opened, and standing right on the other side were three men, all wearing the same kuttes, one of them with dreadlocks.

"Excuse me." She said, gripping onto her mace tightly, hoping she wouldn't have to use it. They didn't stop her, giving her at least a little hope that perhaps they weren't there for her after all. They had her cornered in the elevator after all. She instinctively looked to the wall again, looking for shadows as she made her way towards her apartment. She saw them moving towards her. They were following her!

She pulled out her keys, keeping her mace close to hand. She got to her door and fumbled with her keys, trying to unlock the door quickly. If she could get inside fast enough…

Too late. One of them grabbed her, getting a faceful of mace for his trouble. The next one snatched the can, ripping it from her hand and shoving her against the wall. Spike Mike just gestured to the door.

"Well, aren't you going to invite us in?" He asked her.

"Please, don't hurt me." She begged them. Spike Mike just smiled.

"That all depends on you." He assured her. He took her keys, unlocking the door, before gesturing inside. The heavies shoved her inside, the one still struggling to see thanks to the mace. "Go get yourself cleaned up. You, start tossing the place."

He put his hands on Muriel's shoulders, shoving her down into one of her chairs, before going to the door, locking it behind him. He went back to her.

"What do you want?" She asked him.

"I'm just looking for something you have. Some stolen property." Spike Mike explained. "Let's just say I'm civic-minded enough to want to see it returned to its rightful owner."

She just winced as she heard a loud crash coming from another room. She could see things flying out of the door.

"Mind if I smoke?" He asked her pointlessly as he lit up a cigar. Muriel could see the other guy going through her belongings, throwing them around and smashing them without a thought for her property. She just stared at him.

"Boss?" The heavy asked, pulling out the folders. He showed them to Spike Mike, at which he nodded.

"Thank you so much for your time." He responded. "Now, there's the small matter of what you did to my friend in there…"

Muriel's eyes shot open wide. As she scrambled to get out of her chair, Spike Mike rushed her, grabbing her and throwing her to the ground roughly, knocking the wind out of her. The two heavies appeared next to him, one of them with his face and eyes looking very red.

"Remember, it's just a robbery." Spike Mike reminded them. "Make it quick."

Muriel just closed her eyes, praying for it to be over quickly as she felt the first punches raining in. Mercifully, it wasn't long before she blacked out.