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"Drago Zord, show these fools what you can do,"
Anabel gasped as the wings of the Drago zord beat against the wind and a loud-pitched caw echoed on the air. All around them, buildings crumbled, and debris filtered throughout the city.
"Hey, no need to get crazy," said Conner.
With a shriek, the Drago Zord took to the skies, it's wings beating harder. Folding it's wings toward its body, the Drago whipped around the Thundersaurus Megazord, causing it to stumble.
"Whoa," Anabel squeaked, stepping backward and strengthening her fingers against her podium. Instantly the Megazord caught its footing and straightened.
Thunder rumbled, and for a split second the team expected dark clouds to rolling in above.
"Doctor Oliver sent the Stego," said Anabel, pointing ahead where the Stegosaurus was lumbering towards them.
"Good. Because we need all the -" Ethan cut off as the Stegosaurus rose into the air and swerved towards the Drago. The two joined until a brand new Megazord stood before the team.
The four gasped.
"He stole the Stego!" Conner exclaimed.
"What?"
"Whoa…"
"No!" Anabel cried.
"Not bad for a new guy, eh?" the White ranger asked.
"Why are you doing this?" Kira asked. "You're losing it!"
The White Ranger laughed. "Actually, you're losing it, and you're losing it to me," he said.
Anabel felt her fingers scrape against her podium.
Raising its arm, the White Ranger slammed the tail of his Drago into the Thundersaurus. They staggered. Raising his arm for a second time, the White Ranger was met with the Parasaurzord as Anabel raised her left arm, blocking any further attacks.
"I say we go at him full on," said Ethan. "Tricera Fist!" He raised his arm, curling his fingers into a fist and punching forward.
Disengaging the Parasaur, the foursome raised the newly reappeared Tyranno-tail into the air as it spun wildly.
"Dino Stegozord, intercept!" the White Ranger ordered.
The two Megazords met with explosively. Then, the foursome were free-falling. Closing her eyes, Anabel took a deep breath as she forced her body to relax, she then groaned as she landed with a thud on the floor.
"Brutal," Kira groaned.
"You're telling me," Ethan moaned.
"Kira, Conner," Doctor Oliver called, running over. He knelt beside the pair, touching their shoulders. "Ethan, Anabel!" he turned to the other pair. "Are you guys, alright?"
Anabel breathed heavily as she pushed herself up. "I think so," she answered. While her body did ache, she was sure that she hadn't done any serious damage.
"Our Zords are seriously tweaked," said Conner, looking towards where the Tyranno Zord lay.
The four Zords squealed, weakly.
"That was just low," said Doctor Oliver. He stood and glared up at the White Ranger and his Megazord.
"Now I'll take the rest of your Zords," said the White Ranger.
"Not going to happen," said Doctor Oliver. He raised his arm, pressing a sequence of buttons on his morpher.
Anabel cocked her head to the side as she made it back to her feet. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"Trying to break the Stegozord away," Doctor Oliver replied. He focused his attention, acutely aware that Anabel was watching him work. After a moment, a boom of thunder echoed overhead, and a flash of dark pink lightning crashed against the Drago-Stego Megazord and the Stegozord lumbered back away.
"You'll pay for that," the White Ranger growled.
"Good save, Doctor O," said Ethan.
With a loud screech, the Drago Zord flew off.
"It won't last, unfortunately," said Doctor Oliver. "The White Ranger's power over the Stegozord is too strong."
Anabel sighed as she watched the Brachiozord, which now held all the Zords, lumbered out of the city.
~X~
"Wow, that was like the worst day ever," Conner huffed. He and the others were back at Doctor Oliver's house, the battle still evident in their minds.
"Definitely brutal," Ethan agreed.
Anabel run a hand through her hair. Earlier, her body just ached, now that she was fully demorphed, she could see little bruises that had started to form over her arms and legs.
"There's going to be a lot of days like this, guys," said Doctor Oliver, pacing back and forth.
"Uh, what happened to the glass is half full?" Kira asked.
"Sometimes it's not," said Doctor Oliver, shaking his head. "Sometimes it's empty. But that's when you got to dig deep. That's when your qualities that made you guys Rangers become the most important."
The team shared a look.
"You're right," Conner agreed. "What can we do?"
"Go have a little fun," said Doctor Oliver. "Ethan, isn't there a new video game you want to check out?"
"I never thought I'd hear myself say this, but I have no desire to go near a computer," Ethan admitted.
"I know what you mean," Kira agreed. "I haven't picked up my guitar in days."
Anabel nodded, her gaze straying back to her bruises. Some of them were in places that she could hide, but the ones that were on her lower arms and legs would be visible when in her Cheerleading uniform.
"Go on. Teachers orders," said Doctor Oliver. He looked from one student to the next, noticing their silent glances. His gaze lingered on Anabel, as she run her fingers over the bruises on her body. He sighed. "Go."
Conner, Ethan, and Kira sighed and stood, wandering into the tunnel at the back of the lab.
"Hey, you okay?" Doctor Oliver asked, pulling a chair up in front of Anabel. She looked up, startled.
Anabel sighed and then shrugged. "Just wondering how I'm going to hide these," she said, gesturing to the bruises. "Coach and the others are going to be curious about what I am doing to get so many bruises, especially since I have a fear of getting hurt."
"You have a fear of getting hurt?" Doctor Oliver repeated.
Anabel smiled. "I'm a flyer," she answered. "I get thrown into the air a lot and if I miss my target, I have a spotter to catch me. We aren't that lucky outside of cheerleading."
"Has there ever been a time were your spotter hasn't caught you?"
"Once or twice."
"How did you deal with those bruises?"
"Ice pack. But that's not what's worrying me," said Anabel, quickly. "It's explaining to coach and the others were the bruises have come from. When my spotter fails to catch me, the rest of the team has seen me fall, they know I'll bruise. I can't explain these."
Doctor Oliver watched as she covered a bruise on her thigh. He hesitated, and then covered her hand with his own. "You could always use Conner's favourite excuse of "karate club." He teased.
A small laugh escaped Anabel's lips and she looked up, meeting his gaze. "Thanks, Doctor Oliver," she said.
"For what?"
Anabel shrugged. "Just felt that it needed to be said," she replied.
Doctor Oliver chuckled. "Well, you're welcome," he said.
~X~
"You're late, Anabel."
Anabel shed her backpack and looked over at her coach - Coach Reese, or Shauna as most girls knew her as was a tall, slinky blonde with brown eyes. She had been a Reefside alumni over two years ago and had come back specifically to teach the Cheer team. Up until her arrival, the Cheer squad had only done sideline cheers, now they did competitions all over the state. They had been state champions for two years in a row and were hoping for a third this year.
"Yeah, sorry, Coach," Anabel said, unpacking her pom poms.
"What's your excuse this time?"
Anabel shook her head. "No excuse, just an apology to be better next time," she said.
Coach sighed and blew her whistle. The girls on the field dropped down from their pyramid and shuffled over to the bleachers for a break. Coach then turned to Anabel. "I know you got a lot on your plate, and with it being senior year there's a lot of pressure…"
"There is pressure, but I thrive under it," said Anabel. "I don't want to drop the team. I love being a cheerleader, and I have been captain for almost three years now."
"I know you do," said Coach. "And you have the potential to go further after high school, but not if you keep missing practice. You've cancelled several times in the last month and offered no reasons as to why. Sometimes it feels that you don't want to be here."
Anabel opened her mouth, paused, and then closed it again. She couldn't tell Coach the exact reasons for her cancellations, but she also wanted to prove that they weren't done out of mere boredom or because she didn't want to be part of the team.
Coach sighed. "Look, Anabel, I like you, I think you're a great captain and brilliant cheerleader, but unless you start showing more commitment to your team-mates, I'm going to have to drop you."
"But -" Anabel started.
"It's not an easy decision," said Coach. "Like I said, you have great potential. But, your work ethic has gone downhill since the start of term, and I don't understand why. You're normally so on top of things, it's sad to see you slipping. If you can provide me with a reasonable excuse by the end of the week, I'll keep you on the roster, if not…" she shook her head.
Anabel stared, wide-eyed as Coach turned back to the other girls, blew her whistle, and ordered them back into formation.
~X~
The rest of practice lasted an hour.
Despite being late, Anabel fell into routine easily enough, and perfected every kick, throw, and pump she needed. She was enthusiastic and cheerful, and even egged the other players on when they struggled or felt they couldn't go on. Winning state for the third year running was an important deal for her, especially since it would be her last year as a cheerleader, but also because she was up against the Lower Los Angeles high school that her ex-best friend, Sophie Grace had transferred too.
Last Anabel had heard, Sophie had become Head Cheerleader of her new team, meaning they were both now on equal footing.
As the practice wound down, Coach reminded the team that they had less than a month to perfect their routine and then dismissed them.
"Remember what I said, Anabel," said Coach, following her back to the bleachers. "I'm giving you to the end of the week only."
Anabel nodded and shouldered her backpack. "I know, Coach, I won't let you down," she said.
"Good. See you tomorrow."
The two parted ways, and Anabel took out her phone as she approached the exit. She paused once she had passed through, cocking her head to the side as she spotted Trent, sitting on a bench, hunched at the waist, and his head in his hands. How long had he been sitting there?
"Hey, Trent," Anabel said, wandering over. She touched his shoulder, causing him to look up at her. He did not look good. His face was tinged red, and he was sweating. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Trent responded, shrugging her off. "I'm just taking a rest."
Anabel checked her phone. It was early afternoon. Shouldn't Trent have been at the Cybercafe? "No offence, Trent, but you don't look okay."
"I said I'm fine!" Trent snapped. He got to his feet and whirled to face her, his eyes narrowing and lip pulling back in a short snarl. "What do you care, anyway?"
"I care because you look like death warmed up," said Anabel. "Do you want me to call Dad, or maybe an ambulance?"
"So now you care about talking to my dad?"
Anabel rolled her eyes. She hadn't missed the possessive word 'my' when he had spoken about Mercer, but she let it slide. It was no secret between her and Trent that there was any love lost between herself and Anton Mercer, even now when she knew that Trent wasn't his biological son. "Personally, no, I don't," she said. "But you don't look so good. Maybe he can make an appointment with his doctor for you, or something?"
"I don't need a doctor!" Trent snapped. He pulled back, wheeled around, and stormed off. "Just leave me alone!" he called over his shoulder.
Anabel huffed and folded her arms, watching as Trent disappeared. She had other places to be, but she didn't feel right letting him go off alone, especially not after seeing him look the way he did. If he didn't pass out from exhaustion now, he would soon, and she couldn't trust that the people who would find him when he did, would treat him as kindly as she was willing too.
Glancing at her phone as it rung, Anabel accepted the call and pressed the device to her ear. "Hey, mum, everything okay?" she asked.
"Just checking in," said Zoey.
"Everything is fine with me, however, could you do me a massive favour?"
"Sure. What is it?"
"Could you get Andrew to leave a message for Dad? I just saw Trent near the school field, and he doesn't look good," said Anabel. "He's run off, but I'm going to follow him for a bit, make sure he doesn't get into trouble. Tell Andrew I'll text him Trent's last location so that he can tell Dad. Okay?"
"No problem, honey, you just be careful, alright?"
"I will. I love you, and I'll see you tonight for Dinner."
"Love you, too."
Anabel ended the call, stuffed her phone into the side pocket of her backpack, and then took off in the direction Trent had disappeared.
~X~
Anabel paused mid-jog and looked around. She had followed a fair distance behind Trent, always keeping him in her line of sight, but also being just of view of his gaze. If he knew she was following him, he'd go nuts on her again, and she couldn't afford a public argument with another student, especially not in the middle of her mother's mayoral campaign. Her mother needed people to vote for her, so seeing the Mayor's daughter arguing in the middle of Reefside wasn't a good look.
"I know he went this way," Anabel muttered, looking around the quarry. Why Trent had stumbled into the rock quarry was another question entirely, and she made a mental note to ask him when she found, but for now she was more concerned with the fact that someone was sick as Trent had managed to evade her. The guy could barely stand up and walk straight, much less avoid being seen by anyone following. But yet, here she stood, alone.
Starting off again, Anabel jogged a few steps forward and stopped one more time, although this time it was due to the sound of falling stones and crunching gravel. Turning in the spot, her hands immediately tightened around her backpack straps, as if they were to protect her from harm, and found herself face-to-face with the White Ranger.
Eyes wide, Anabel instinctively stepped backwards.
"Hello, again," the White Ranger chuckled.
Anabel didn't reply.
The pair stared at one another, before the White Ranger took a step forward and Anabel a step back.
"We're not going to get anywhere like this," said the White Ranger, stepping forward again.
Anabel stepped back. "I don't intend for you to get close to me, at all," she replied. "At least not like this."
"Then maybe you shouldn't be like that? What's wrong, Green Ranger, scared?"
"No."
The White Ranger laughed. "Prove it," he said. "I'll even give you a sporting chance." He removed his blaster and tossed it aside.
Anabel stared at him, her wrist aching from her tightly clenched fist. Finally, she shed her backpack, tossed it aside, and stretched her fingers, causing them to click as they extended.
"What are you waiting for, Green Ranger?" the White ranger asked, impatiently. "Either morph or I'll do you like this."
"Why do we have to fight at all?" Anabel asked. "We're both Rangers!"
"It's a pretty simple concept. You're good, I'm evil," the White Ranger replied with a shrug. "I thought you were smart enough to figure that out?"
Anabel narrowed her eyes.
"Are you ready over there?"
Realising with a sigh that she wasn't going to be able to talk her way out of this one, Anabel shook out her wrist, her Dino morpher appearing in place of her gem. "Dino Thunder, Power Up!" she called.
"Now that's more like it," said the White Ranger. He shot forward, tackling Anabel to the ground.
The pair rolled over, until coming to a stop with Anabel on the ground and the White Ranger looming over her. Lifting her knee, Anabel hit him between the legs and then shoved him off of her, rolling to the right and scrambling back to her feet.
"Cheap shot!" the White Ranger growled, picking himself up.
The tips of Anabel's fingers brushed against her blaster. She desperately wanted to draw it, but the White Ranger didn't have a weapon and she was above fighting an unarmed opponent.
"Why are you doing this?" Anabel asked, dropping her hand. "And don't give me the 'I'm evil' crap. No one is inherently evil, it's something that his taught."
The White Ranger laughed. "You seriously believe that no one is born evil?" he asked. "You're not one of those people that believe that everyone sees the world in black and white, too, are you?"
Anabel grit her teeth. She had always believed that there was good and evil in the world, but she didn't believe that evil was a trait people were born with - children didn't know the difference between things like the colour of skin, or religion, and therefore had no intentions of hurting someone who was different to them. Racism and discrimination against someone's appearance and religion was an ideology that was taught as the child grew older.
Same with good and evil. Children were taught to be evil as they grew, taking on the opinions of their peers and families, but never born with it. Her own friends, for example, influenced her in ways that her family couldn't. The psychological debate of Nature vs Nurture was a strong attribute that she had clung to since learning in last year.
The White Ranger was still laughing, but now he was shaking his head, also. "Poor, naive, young Ranger," he said. "There are people in this world that are just born bad, I am one of those people."
"I don't believe that," said Anabel. "You're a person beneath all that spandex, and our mentor already confirmed that the energy levels left behind by your Dino Gem was modified. Our resident genius also has ideas, like why I'm the one that can tell when you're nearby and all that. I don't think I'm detecting evil from you, personally, I think something has happened to your Dino Gem. If you let us, we can help you."
"Do I look like I need your help?"
"If you don't get help then it'll progress further and it'll be too late for you to come back!"
"Maybe I prefer it that way," said the White Ranger. "Now, let's finish this." He rushed forward again, drawing his sword and slashing across Anabel's stomach.
Anabel gasped and doubled over, her hands clutching at her suit. It had protected her from an attack that could've easily killed her had she not been morphed. Falling to her knees, she glanced up, her eyes barely skimming her visor and saw the White Ranger wheel around and return for a second attack. She wrapped her fingers around her blaster, drew it, and fired wildly.
The White Ranger ducked and rolled, avoiding her attacks. "Panic makes you weaker, Green Ranger," he taunted. "Are you ready to admit that you're out of your depths?"
Picking herself up, Anabel shook her head. "I am afraid of a lot of things," she said. "You're not one of them. Thundermax sabre!"
Rushing one another, the two locked blades, each pushing as hard as they could against the other. Lifting his leg, the White Ranger planted his foot against Anabel's hip and shoved back.
Anabel stumbled. She threw out her hands to stabilise her balance, and the White Ranger used it as an opportunity to slash her across the chest. She groaned as she landed with a thud near the edge of a cliff, her grip loosening on her sabre.
"This isn't even fun anymore," said the White Ranger. "I thought you would at least have put up more of a fight." He shrugged and pointed the quill-like sword at Anabel. "White Drago Sword! Laser arrows!"
Anabel squeezed her eyes closed. The last time she had been hit with these arrows it had felt like she had been pierced by sharp shards of glass. She took a deep breath, releasing all the air from her lungs, as she tried to prepare herself for the pain that was to come.
The lasers hit her. One in the shoulder, a second in the waist, near her hip, a third in the chest, and a fourth in the stomach. The momentum of all four was enough to propel her off the cliff.
Anabel groaned as she rolled a few feet away from the cliff base the minute she landed. She pressed her hand against the gravel, clenched her hand into a fist, and raised her head, the White Ranger was looking down at her from the top of the cliff. With a graceful leap, he landed at the base, his gaze still on her.
"Doctor Oliver," Anabel called, weakly into her morpher. "I need help here."
"Hang in there, Anabel, I'm coming."
Although he couldn't see her, Anabel nodded. She prayed that he got there soon.
"It's a shame that by the time he gets here, you'll be gone," said the White Ranger. "Admit it, Green Ranger, it's over!"
Biting back a growl, Anabel shoved her to her feet and narrowed her eyes at the White Ranger. "It is so not over!" she hissed, crossing her arms over one another and curling her fingers into fists. "Super Dino Mode!"
Anabel felt her energy return as a surge of power shot through her body. She closed her eyes, watching, mesmerised, as a flicker of green flames flared up from her core, it wove its way down to her toes and rose up towards her heart, splitting off and extending towards her fingers also.
"What? No!" the White Ranger gasped.
Anabel's eyes snapped open, and she looked down, her own eyes widening as she saw her uniform had changed. The white triangles up and down her arms and legs had extended, and now stuck out like spikes from her limbs, and two very sharp clawed nails on each hand.
The White Ranger held up both his hands as Anabel charged him. "Stay back!" he warned.
"Not a chance!" said Anabel, raising her clawed hands and slashing them down the white Ranger's chest. She turned them upwards as they reached his belt, and hooked them into his suit, using him as leverage to pick herself up and plant her feet into his chest. She pushed, has hard as she could, and flipped over as he was shoved into the cliff-face behind him.
As the White Ranger slumped down onto his knees, Anabel landed, and the power upgrade disappeared.
"Whoa," Anabel gasped, looking over her normal suit. Even the green flames in her core had disappeared. "It looks and feels like I just tapped into a whole new level of power."
Struggling to his feet, the White Ranger dragged him out of the rubble that had crashed around him after Anabel and shoved him into the cliff. "You beat me at my own game," he breathed. "Congratulations. Looks like you won't have to worry about the White Ranger anymore." He tilted backwards, and landed with a crunch on the floor,
Anabel swallowed. She was certain that the White Ranger was an innocent who had been chosen by the White Dino Gem, and maybe they had always meant to be the rightful owner, but that didn't mean they deserved to be evil. Hesitantly, she clutched her Thundermax between two hands - just like she had seen her mother's bodyguards do when they were on the job - and edged closer.
"Hey, I didn't mean…" Anabel cut off. What could she say? She hadn't meant to hurt him. He had hurt her, why shouldn't she had meant to hurt him? He had wanted to destroy her, should she really be feeling guilty for getting to him before he could get to her? It was times like this she hated being so good. She sighed, did he have a point when he had said that some people were just born good or evil? She couldn't imagine herself as being evil, but was her inherent goodness based on her life influences?
Movement caught her attention, and Anabel gasped as the White Ranger sat up, abruptly, his blaster pointing directly at her chest. No! She thought. But it was too late, the White Ranger fired, and Anabel felt her feet leave the floor, seconds later she landed on her side, her arms wrapped around her stomach, hand pressed against her chest.
"I can't believe you fell for that!" the White Ranger laughed, picking himself up. "I'll admit, though, Green Ranger, you're a worthy opponent. You put up a pretty decent fight, but it's now over." He levelled her with his blaster.
Anabel felt a tingle at the base of her skull and then a crash of thunder echoed overhead. Both Anabel and the White Ranger looked up, but instead of thunder clouds a swirl of black and green appeared in the skies. An invisiportal.
With a flash, Mesogog and Zeltrax appeared. They looked across at the two rangers, and then approached, the gravel crunching beneath their feet.
"Great," Anabel muttered. This was the last thing she needed right now.
His blaster still pointed at Anabel; the White Ranger turned to face Mesogog. "Who are you?" he asked.
"I am Mesogog."
"I can't believe you two haven't met," said Anabel. "You have so much in common!"
"Silence!" Zeltrax hissed. He pulled his sword from his shield and thrust it at her. It rippled with blue energy, a strand of which hit Anabel in the chest, lifting her off of her feet.
Anabel groaned and then coughed. Today was just not her day.
"Do not speak unless spoken to," Mesogog snarled, pointing a clawed finger at Anabel. He then turned back to the White Ranger. "We have some business to attend to."
"I have no business with you," said the White Ranger.
"I'll make you a deal. I'll help you defeat the rest of the Power Rangers," Mesogog offered, "and then you can be one of my subjects when I rule the planet."
Anabel rolled her eyes. The White Ranger may have been new, but he was no fool. Surely he could see the downside to the offer.
"I'll take a pass on that," the White Ranger replied. "Dragozord, online!"
With a loud screech, the black and white Tupuxuara flew overhead. It's crest glinting in the dying light. The White Ranger jumped up into the cockpit, and the pair disappeared.
Anabel took a deep breath, before quickly remembering she was not alone in the quarry. She snapped her head around at Mesogog and Zeltrax, and pushed herself to her knees, falling back onto her butt and scrambled backwards, away from Zeltrax's sword.
"Should I finish her, Master?" Zeltrax asked.
"No. Our new friend seems to have a fascination with the Green one," said Mesogog, pushing Zeltrax's sword toward the ground. "I will let her live in the hopes that she will lead us to him again."
Gee, thanks, Anabel thought.
"Very well, my Lord," Zeltrax rumbled. There was a second crash of the thunder and the pair disappeared through the Invisiportal.
The minute they had gone, Anabel heard her name being called. She turned and spotted Doctor Oliver finally arriving on the back of his black Raptor Rider. He dismounted and rushed to her side, catching her as she stumbled into him after making it back to her feet.
"Are you okay?" Doctor Oliver asked.
"I think so," Anabel answered. "Just so you know, you may have been the first and only good White Ranger."
Doctor Oliver chuckled softly and led her over to his Raptor Rider. He helped her mount it and then climbed up behind her, his arms sliding around her waist, holding her against his chest as he grasped the reigns. He needed to get her back to the base without her falling off.
"Where are the others?" Anabel asked.
"I sent them to stop Angor," said Doctor Oliver. "They'll meet us back at the base."
Anabel nodded and relaxed into him.
~X~
As promised, Conner, Ethan, and Kira were back at the base when Doctor Oliver and Anabel returned. The trio rushed toward their teammates, with Kira helping Anabel into an empty chair the minute she stepped into the base. She had several more bruises over her body, a bad one in particular had already started to appear on her collarbone.
"Why didn't you call earlier?" Ethan asked, handing her an icepack.
"Better question, why did you go looking for the White Ranger alone?" Conner asked.
"I didn't," said Anabel, shaking her head. "I was looking for Trent. He was sitting outside the field after practice, and he didn't look well. I was following him to make sure he made it home in one piece."
"He didn't look all that good this morning, either," said Ethan.
"After you guys left the cafe this morning, I sent Trent home," said Hayley. "He didn't just look ill; he was stumbling and very delirious. He was supposed to call me and let me know he had made it home alright. I guess he didn't."
Anabel sighed and reached for her backpack. Doctor Oliver and retrieved it from the quarry before coming back to base with her. From the side pocket, she removed her phone, and in putted her pass code, before quickly searching for her father's home number. Why she had it, she wasn't sure, it was at times like this that it came in handy.
She put the phone on speaker phone, letting the familiar ringing sound to echo throughout the base. No one answered, and Anabel left a message for Trent, asking him to call her back when he got home. When she hung up, she looked around at the others.
"I'm sure he's alright," Kira offered. "He's probably sleeping."
Anabel nodded, although she didn't fully believe it. Instead, the conversation had already changed to what had happened with Angor, and she pushed Trent from her thoughts so that she could listen to what the others had to say.
"The White Ranger has some serious issues," said Conner.
"Yeah. One minute he is fighting us, and then the next he is blowing up Mesogog's creep," said Kira. "I don't get him."
"Whoever he is, he could definitely use a crash course in anger management," said Ethan.
Anabel nodded. She still felt that the person beneath the spandex was innocent, and she was determined to prove it. "Hey, Doctor Oliver, when I was fighting the White Ranger, something strange happened to me," she said.
"What do you mean?" Doctor Oliver asked.
"I can't explain it. But, it was like a surge of power, like a Super Dino thing," said Anabel. "Any idea on what it was?"
"You guys have only begun to access your true potential," said Doctor Oliver.
"I like the sound of that," said Ethan, grinning.
"I'm going to go the warehouse and get that fossil finder that we left," said Conner.
Doctor Oliver shook his head. "It's okay. You guys head home, get some rest," he said.
"You sure?" Anabel asked.
Doctor Oliver nodded. "Don't you have dinner plans with your mother?" he asked.
"We were supposed to go out," said Anabel. She looked down over her many bruises. "I think I'll try and convince her to order takeaway instead."
The team chuckled.