A/N:  Thank you for the reviews.  As always please read and review.  If you have any helpful ideas let me know.  For now I don't know how the story is going to end but as I write I will get more of an idea.

Crusty eyes were the first thing Kim noticed about herself as she picked herself up off the floor.  The next was a sharp pain in her left arm reminding her to take care of it.  Shaking her head to clear it, she walked over to her phone and dialed her commanders' number.  It was answered on the first ring.

            "Crass here," Kim was always amazed how his voice was always crisp no matter what time it was.

            "It's agent Hart sir, I've got a bad cut in my shoulder that needs stitches.  Can you send someone over?"  Despite the pain she didn't let it show in her voice.  Talk with commanders always needed to be brisk and to the point.  There was no place for emotions, she reminded herself silently.

            "I'll send stitch over in o-two hundred hours, anything else?"

            Yeah, a new life with money in the bank.  Something along the lines of happiness where everything is taken care of and there are family and friend who love and care.  Kim thought sarcastically to herself.  Instead she replied, "No nothing else," in a clean crisp voice.  Without a reply he hanged the phone up.  She really wasn't surprised it was his way of doing things.

            Kim sat down on the kitchen table and put her head down on her hands.  While resting her mind went back to the day she was going to surprise her parents by stopping by without them knowing.  She wanted to tell her parents personally that she was quitting gymnastics and would be home for good.  As she arrived tired from the long plane trip her happiness faded into bitterness when she saw her parents' house had been burned down.  Further inquiries at the police station said they had died in the fire.  It wasn't until Kim had read the newspaper was when she had found out the real truth.  They had died because they protested the new evil.

            Fighting grief and anger she stormed outside in the dark and immediately a group surrounded her.  Remembering her training as both a Power Ranger and a gymnast Kim let her body respond, her mind was gone.  Later she discovered that fighting was her only way towards sanity and the more she fought the more she felt like she was finally making a difference.  It was the first time she had ever killed someone.  No, not someone, her mind screamed at her.  A little boy perhaps only fifteen, she really didn't know.  He just looked so young.

            Standing over the boy she was stunned that she had actually done something that horrible and than she remember her parents, fury took over once again.  Half the group was down by the time another boy approached her and she paused remember the first boy.  That pause gave him the chance to strike at her with his knife.  It cut her face from her eye down her cheek.  Instead of feeling the pain Kim knew she should be feeling there was a deep nothingness to her.  Kim could feel the blood dripping down her face but knocked the boy out anyway.  The others in the group sensed there was no end to her madness left her and the bodies quickly.  Dazed from the blood-loss she fell on her knees first and than fell over the first dead boy.  It was how Commander Crass found her. 

            Crass picked her up and carried her to the central center and when she regained her conciseness Crass told her the story about his unit.  From then on it was training and be let loose to bring society back to life.  As her mind started to wonder over training a knock at the door interrupted Kim's past.  Dizzily she slowly walked over to let Stitch in.