Eli hit the elevator stop button when he got to the penthouse floor. He had been lucky enough to use the confusion when the Rangers burst in on him, Spike Mike and his boys. He didn't know a huge amount about the Power Rangers, only what little he heard on the news in the various motels on his trip across the country. There hadn't been a team of Rangers until this year for around 20 years, and this new team had only been operating a short time so there was still a lot of conjecture as to what they actually could and couldn't do. He doubted stopping the elevator would delay them for long, but he hoped it would delay them long enough to satisfy himself.

He'd managed to grab the file from Spike Mike, but he'd been unable to get his gun back. It was more important that he got out of there. However, he somehow doubted that Winchester was going to be much of a match for him. He'd come this far; he wasn't going to let him get away now.

He came out of the elevator and started looking around the office. To be honest it looked a lot more like an apartment than that. It had a desk at one end, large screens, computers and such like, but there was also a bar, a couple of large, comfortable looking leather couches, various doors to rooms off the main room, and…a jacuzzi? The son of a bitch had a jacuzzi in his office? He just shook his head. How the other half lived indeed. He just wondered if it was his best friend's life that paid for it, or however many other servicemen that were killed because of his defective equipment. How much blood was needed to pay for all of this shit?

He started to walk through, sweeping his gaze around. The office was dark, with only the moonlight coming in from one end of the room and the faint glow of a fireplace…the bastard had a FIREPLACE in his office? He shook his head. Only the fireplace and the moonlight were lighting up the office. There were a few areas of shadow.

He started to make his way around, and he kicked open one of the doors. A bathroom larger than most of the motel rooms that he had ever stayed in. He tried to keep his movements slow. Even in low light, the human eye was drawn to movement.

He kicked open the next door. A bedroom…a disgusting exercise in excess. Another fireplace, another bar, another jacuzzi, and a huge, four-poster bed that could sleep a whole family with silk sheets. A massive oil painting of Winchester was on the wall opposite the bed. He imagined for Arthur it was an ego thing, that his own face would be the first thing he saw in the morning and the last thing he'd see at night, but to him…it just seemed rather creepy.

He turned his attention back to the main room. There were only two more doors. He went to the next one, but it had a keypad, some kind of combination lock. Shit, what would it be? Was this his panic room? He squinted, trying to see if any of the keys were worn or had smudges on them. It was a four-digit combination by the looks of things, four LED lights were above the keypad, one of which lit up green when he pressed a button. He finished the code but it flashed red. Four digits, he'd confirmed that, now he just hoped he could narrow down the number of combinations. He stared closely at the buttons.

"The three looks a bit worn…" He said to himself. Just then, a shot rang out and he felt like he'd been punched in the side. He started to run as a second shot rang out. A third hit his right thigh as he threw himself behind a couch. He looked to the hand he'd held across his ribs. Blood. The son of a bitch had shot him! He'd never even heard him coming!

"Can I presume I'm in the presence of Eli Reeves?" Arthur asked. Eli didn't answer. "Now, that's not terribly polite. But then again, I suppose I've not introduced myself, have I? I am…"

"You're a profiteering piece of shit!" Eli growled.

"I believe the word you're looking for is 'businessman'." Arthur responded. "You've been quite an annoyance. But to think that you've managed to leave me with a perfect way out."

He peeked out from behind the couch. Arthur was stalking through the room, sweeping the room with a predator gaze. He allowed himself a moment to look towards his hand. The gun reflected the light. A chrome-plated revolver! That was one thing at least. He'd counted three shots, and he couldn't remember hearing Winchester reloading.

"You know, I've never had the chance to use this thing outside the firing range before now. It feels really different shooting a burglar than a target." Winchester told him. "Oh yes, you see you and your club, they broke in. Caused all kinds of mess. Really tore the place up. Hurt a whole lot of my guys."

He swung around the edge of the couch, but Eli wasn't there anymore. He could see a trail of blood though. He smiled.

"So, you see in a few minutes, my helicopter will be here, and I'll flee the burglars that caused so much harm in my building." He told him. "That's a lot of blood, maybe if you'd been wearing a vest it wouldn't be so bad. You know I sell some…"

"Your vests aren't worth shit!" Eli called back. "I'm better off without one!"

"You know, I'd heard that's what this was about. A few items that were a little below code." Arthur said as he continued his search, looking into one of the side rooms. "Regulations, they're just red tape that make it hard for businesses to do business. It hampers profits, stops us building up companies, employing people. Really, I'm just doing the best I can for people!"

Eli knew he was trying to goad him into giving away his position. He could only think of the friends he'd lost. Regulations were not just barriers to make it difficult for businesses to operate. Many of them were there for very good reasons. Rules saying products had to work, employee health and safety regulations, food safety standards…all of these were based on the fact people had to live and work and relied on being able to trust that those they bought products from or worked for were not going to put them in danger willingly.

His best friend had been torn to pieces, bleeding out because the very armour that was meant to protect him shattered, turning into shrapnel that tore him apart, making it impossible to save him. Others had found themselves stranded without backup with radio equipment that failed them. Caught unarmed in firefights with weapons that stopped functioning in high temperatures or bad weather. He saw Winchester looking up as he heard some rotor blades.

"Well, it looks like my ride is here." He told him. "I'll let the authorities take it from here."

He turned towards the door with the combination lock, at which Eli knew he needed to act. He limped from cover as quickly as he could, half-hopping as he covered the distance, throwing himself onto Winchester's back. The gun went off…shot number four. He wrestled with him for a bit, turning the gun towards him. It went off again, shot number five. There was a blood spurt, but Eli didn't feel any more pain. It had hit Winchester. Winchester punched him in the ribs, forcing him to let go. He then turned the gun, shooting him in the stomach. Damn it, that was shot number six!

Eli fell to the ground, clutching his stomach. Winchester started to limp towards him, looking to the blood on his fingers. With an enraged expression, he pointed the gun at Eli and pulled the trigger, but it just clicked.

"You should have counted, Arthur!" Eli told him. Arthur looked down, seeing the folder in Eli's kutte. He planted his foot on Eli's stomach, pressing down and reached in, yanking the file from him. He just smiled.

"Well, thanks for making this easy." He taunted him. "While I'd love to have killed you myself, the thought of you going to prison will serve just as well."

He pressed down with his foot harder, causing Eli to cry out in pain.

"I own a significant share in a lot of prisons. It shouldn't be too hard to arrange to have you put in Gen. Pop. How long do you think you'll last on the same wing as Spike Mike and his boys?" Arthur asked, before showing him the file. "While I just need to have a word with one of the people, I can trust in GB to get their files. This whole thing just becomes a gang break in."

"We're not a gang." Eli told him. "We're a motorcycle CLUB!"

"Like I give a shit." Arthur scoffed. "Have a nice life Eli…what's left of it."

Just then, they were rocked by a harsh blast. They could feel another, and then another. Arthur turned and ran to the door, punching in his code. Eli struggled to get up to go after him, by the time he got to the door, Arthur had closed it and locked it behind him. He looked to the keypad, thankfully Arthur's injury meant he had left blood on it.

"Only three and zero have been pushed." He remarked as there was another blast. He thought about it for a moment. There were only four possible combinations, people often used codes they could remember. Significant numbers, dates… "It couldn't be?"

He tried one code, 0300. The door opened.

"March 2000." He commented, barging through the door. He started to limp up the stairs after Arthur, not even stopping to close the door. He was almost on the roof, and if a chopper was coming, then he didn't have long.

There was another blast and a section of the floor flew upwards. The Rangers all leapt up through the hole, taking in the scene in the office.

"Blood." Ravi called out, seeing the traces on the floor. "That's not good."

"But is it Winchester's or Eli's?" Nate asked.

"The trail goes that way!" Devon announced, at which they headed for the door. He just sighed. "More stairs?"

"The roof!" Ravi said. "I hear a chopper; Winchester must be trying to get away!"

"Come on!" Zoey called out, leading the charge.

Winchester barged out onto the roof, limping towards the Heli-pad as his chopper started to come in to land. He was almost home and dry. He could get his leg looked at by his private physician later. Just as the helicopter was about to land though, a crimson energy blast, which shook it violently. He could see his pilot starting to panic and trying to correct. Another blast hit it, shunting it away. Then another, and another. Arthur could only watch as the helicopter abandoned its attempt to land and flew away before it could be destroyed.

"COME BACK YOU COWARDS!" He yelled angrily. Eli stumbled out onto the roof after him, seeing the helicopter flying away. He just smiled.

"Not nice when those you rely on turn their backs on you is it?" He asked. Arthur held up his hands.

"Look, this whole thing…there has to be something you want!" He called out. "There's always a deal to be made!"

"You only have one thing I want Winchester!" Eli told him, looking at the folder in his hand. Winchester pulled out a lighter, holding it up. "That folder goes up in flames, you go over the edge!"

"Murder? Really? You think you have the stomach for that?" Arthur asked him. "You haven't killed anyone in this little rampage of yours just yet! You really think I'll believe you'll change that now?"

"You're right about one thing Arthur. You hold all the cards! You can make all this go away!" Eli told him. "Which means I don't have any other cards left to play!"

"You'll got to prison or the gas chamber!" Arthur told him.

"Like you said, if I go to Gen. Pop. I'm dead anyway!" Eli told him. "If this is the only way I can pay back all those whose blood built your little empire, don't think I'm above doing it!"

Just then, there was a crimson streak, and Eli flew into some wire fencing surrounding the building's power generator. Blaze came over, grabbing the fence and yanking it down, trapping Eli underneath. He turned and looked towards Arthur, who just gulped. He was about to set fire to the file, but Blaze streaked across the roof, snatching the file from him.

"I'll take that." Blaze told him. "And the next time anyone sees it, no one will be under any false impressions that it's real."

Over in the medical bay at Grid Battleforce, one of the doctors was checking on the stasis pods, keeping track of their vitals. He just logged the readings when he heard some beeping from Blaze's pod.

"What in the…?" He asked, seeing his heart rate starting to spike, and his body starting to twitch. He got on his communicator. "Get a medical unit into the stasis room STAT!"

He went to the computer and started to perform a detailed scan as they arrived.

"What is it doctor?" One of them asked.

"His vitals, they're going haywire!" The doctor told him. "Prepare a crash unit and sedation!"

Back at the rooftop, Arthur just stared at Blaze as he stood before him.

"Blaze…what are you doing?" Arthur asked him.

"Me? Oh…I'm just making sure the rest of the world sees you for what you really are!" He answered.

"But why?" He asked. "This…this is all yours!"

"No, dad, this is all YOURS! It's always been yours; it's always been about you!" Blaze yelled at him, de-morphing. "YOUR legacy, YOUR reputation, YOUR worship! I was never even a second thought!"

"Blaze, all of this is my legacy, but that legacy is being left to you!" Arthur tried to reason with him. "I'm not going to be around forever; I just want to make sure you have something…"

"Did you ever ask if I even wanted this?" Blaze interrupted him.

"Blaze, the world is a hard place…"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure those soldiers learned that the hard way." Blaze said, kind of half chuckling, half crying. He wiped away a couple of tears. "This is the legacy you want to leave me? A legacy that's built on the blood of others?"

"Blaze…"

"The worst part is, I know I should be horrified! I know I should be disgusted, but…but I'm just not!" Blaze continued, tears streaming down his face. "YOU did this to me!"

"Blaze, I don't understand…"

"Do you remember what you got me for my fourteenth birthday?" Blaze asked him. Arthur just started looking around, wracking his brain. "You had your assistant send me a bottle of bourbon! Do you remember when I was eight and I went to my first karate tournament? How hard I worked, how hard I trained…I got to the final and I got beaten. Do you remember what you said?"

"I…I…"

"You phoned me to tell me that 'second place is just first loser'." Blaze said, recalling the incident. "You weren't even there! Your eight-year-old son had done his best and you couldn't even be there! You didn't even talk to me for a month afterwards!"

At the Grid Battleforce headquarters, the doctors were bringing in more equipment as things started to get worse. One of the nurses looked into the pod.

"His body, it's shaking." He said. "He's…he's crying!"

"He's probably just crushing his tear ducts; we need to get these vitals under control!" The doctor stated. "Begin sedation!"

"But doctor…"

"If we don't bring his heart rate down, he's going to arrest!" The doctor yelled at them. "Begin sedation NOW!"

Back on the rooftop, Blaze was still staring at his father, visibly shaking, tears streaming down his face.

"The day I was chosen as a Ranger, I called you to tell you. I had worked to become a superhero. Yeah, me, the kid that loves to make people's lives a misery became a freaking SUPER HERO to impress you! To show his dad that he was worth a shit!" Blaze continued his rant. "I did horrible things to get that position! I stepped on people, I drove people out, I hurt people…I did everything I could to get that job whether I was right for it or not all because I wanted you to FINALLY say you were proud of me!"

He took a deep breath, his face glowing red.

"And after all that, you STILL only said 'is that all'?" Blaze concluded. "I didn't want any of this! The money, the company, the world…I didn't want any of it! All I wanted was my dad!"

Arthur looked to him, observing him. Blaze wiped away his tears with his hand.

"Look at you!" He snorted. "I did everything for you! I gave you everything you ever wanted, and still it's not enough!"

Blaze looked up at him, his eyes still glistening.

"I wanted a son that was fit to carry my legacy, and this is what I get? A simpering, snivelling child that can't stop whining about how terrible his life was when he has everything at his feet!" He continued. "To think, you carry the name Winchester! You are a disgrace! A shameful excuse for a man…why, you aren't even a man at all! The least little bit of resistance and you crumble! It's no wonder you turned into this…this…THING!"

He held out his hand.

"Now, how about we end this farce, the way a Winchester should?" He asked. "With us on top?"

Blaze strode towards him, holding the folder in his hand. He looked to it, and let out a little laugh.

"So, this is the Winchester legacy?" He asked, just as the Rangers arrived up the stairs, coming out onto the roof. He pulled in close, hugging his dad. "You can keep it!"

They all watched in horror as his sword appeared in his hand, and he rammed it through his father, impaling him completely. Arthur coughed, looking to his son with wide eyes as he backed him towards the edge of the roof. Placing a hand on his forehead, Blaze shoved him off as he pulled the sword out, letting his father plummet to the street far below. He turned towards the Rangers, his tears renewed as he threw the folder down onto the ground, before teleporting away.

"Holy…holy shit!" Ravi gasped.

"ELI!" Zoey called out as she saw him, trapped under the fence. She summoned up her sword, beginning to cut him free. "Guys, he's in a bad way. We need to get him to a hospital!"

Devon went to the folder, picking it up. He just got onto his communicator.

"Commander Shaw, this is Devon." He told her. "Situation contained."

"Devon, we've got a body down here!" She told him. "Someone came off the roof! Someone…"

"We'll debrief at the base." Devon told her. "It's…going to take a while."