"How dare you storm in here and even insinuate that I had something to do with my brother's murder! I loved him, and I loved my nephew!" Andrew snapped.

"I didn't mean to…"

"I know what you thought, you thought that with them out of the way, I'd have control of the entire company, and I'd start working on the bio-chemical agents, didn't you? Do you think I'd stoop that low to make a profit? That I'd kill my own brother and kidnap my nephew to make money?" he snapped.

Suddenly, the look of regret on Eric's face was gone, and replaced by determination and malice. "Sorry to have bothered you," he groaned, turning around and walking out of the office.

Andrew waited until Eric was all the way down the hall, and then motioned someone from behind the door. "Its safe, he's gone now," he said.

A man came from behind the door with a somber look on his face. He couldn't have been any taller than six feet, maybe six one, with sandy brown hair and gray eyes. "So that's the quantum ranger. Funny, when I read about him, I imagined him taller," the man said.

"Eric is becoming a thorn in my side. If he finds out what we've done, it will ruin what we've worked for. I'm this close to taking over this company, and we can't allow anything to interfere with that," he snapped.

"Its already been taken care of,"

"You mean like the way you took care of my brother? Damn it, I wanted him kidnapped and presumed dead, not actually killed," he reminded him.

"Things didn't go as planned, but Wesley Collins is safe and secure," the man assured him.

"Good. Now tell me how you plan to deal with the Quantum ranger," Andrew said.

At that moment, in the distance, there was an explosion. Andrew turned to the window in his office, and saw a cloud of smoke about fifty feet away.

"Done," the man told him.

Andrew turned around with a smile on his face. "You're good, but what's with you and exploding cars?" he asked.

"When the right amount of explosives are used, it leaves the body unrecognizable. Besides, I like explosions," he told him.

"As long as it gets the job done. Tomorrow is Alan and Wesley's funerals. Afterwards, I will be named to the new CEO of Bio-Lab, and as soon as I am, as agree, ten million dollars will be wired to your bank account. You've done excellent work Kyle," he said, extending his hand to him.

He quickly obliged him. "I do pride myself on my work," he said as he nodded slightly, then walked out of the room. As soon as he got into the elevator, he pulled sleeve up on his shirt slightly, revealing a morpher. "Was the transfer a success?" he asked.

The image of another Time Force officer appeared. 'Affirmative, I've got him. I just hope you know what you're doing,' the officer said.

"I do, I'm putting destiny back on track. Any sign of the mutant?"

'No, but with Alan Collins dead, he may have returned to the future. I'll keep checking, just to be sure,'

"I'm on my way back to the time ship, I think its time we fill our guests in on what's going on. Kyle out," he said.

New Silver Hills, California 3000 AD

It seemed like just yesterday she saw Wes, and everything was fine. They were able to defeat the mutorgs together, and the two of them decided that even though they truly loved each other, that things between them could never work out. Leaving him the first time was hard enough, but to leave him again, knowing that it would be the last time she saw him, was even harder. Since then, history records that Wes took control of Bio-Lab and got married. Though the history logs were detailed, and she could have found out who it was, she decided against it. She didn't want to know.

Now, with things finally going well for Wes, something had affected the time line, and he was killed. She knew she had to find out what happened, why it happened, and bring whoever killed him to justice.

She walked into the loading dock area, Trip walked close behind her, but a young woman in a Time Force uniform stopped her.

"Oh my God, its you. It's Jennifer Ann Scotts, former pink ranger. I can't believe I finally got to meet you," the woman said eagerly.

"Who are you?" Jen sighed.

"I'm your biggest fan. After hearing about your missions to the 21st century, I was inspired to join Time Force. I thought it was soooo romantic the way you and Lester Collins fell in love," she said.

"His name was Wesley Collins,"

"Oh right, sorry. There's nothing sexier than forbidden love," she said.

"Who are you?" Jen repeated.

"Oh, I'm Sierra. Sierra Riley, the new pink ranger," she introduced.

Jen glanced down at her wrist, and was surprised that she didn't notice the morpher earlier. "They gave my morpher to a rookie?" she groaned.

"I'm not a rookie, this is my ninth month with Time Force I'll have you know," she responded.

"So what are you doing down here?" Trip asked her, injecting himself into the conversation.

"I'm under orders not to allow anyone near the time ships," she said.

"Orders? From who?"

"I'm afraid I can't discuss that with you," Sierra said.

Jen glanced over, noticing that two of the time ships were missing. "Sierra, where are the other time ships?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean there are three time ships, but there is only one in the loading area. Where are the other two?" she repeated.

"I'm afraid I can't discuss it with you. The matter is classified,"

Jen turned to Trip. "Go prep The Time Shadow for launch, the others will be here soon," she said.

"The Time Shadow? Why not just a time ship?" Trip asked.

"We don't know what we're up against. Its better if we go prepared," she told him.

Trip made his way towards the entrance, but Sierra stood in his way. "I can't allow you to access the time ship," she paused. "Wait, what do you mean the others? Are the other former rangers coming too?" she asked.

"Yes,"

"You're trying to go back in time and rekindle your love with Wesley, aren't you? Oh my God, that is sooooo sweet," she said as her eyes began to tear.

Jen sighed. "Yes, that's exactly it. My love for Wes transcends time and space. I have to be with him," she told her, ready to tell her whatever she had to say to get by her.

"I'd love to just let you go. After all, I don't want to be the one who stands in the way of true love, but Alex will take my morpher and fire me if I let you go," she said.

"Alex is the one who gave you the order?" Trip asked.

"Yes. He told me that until he was back from special assignment, no one was allowed near the ship," she said.

"Well, when you wake up, just explain to Alex that we overpowered you and stole the ship," Jen said.

"What? Overpower me? With all respect due, I'm the pink ranger now, and I doubt that…" she was cut short as Jen cocked back, hitting her, knocking her unconscious instantly.

"Sweet girl," she said as they stepped over her, making their way to the time ship.

Silver Hills 2004 AD

Taylor sat down in front of her computer, quickly turning it on. Ironically enough, she was against getting a computer at all, but Alyssa convinced her to. However, once she learned how to use it, she found herself staring at her monitor for hours at a time. She used it to research, keep up with current events, and even talk to people who were too far away to call. She'd gotten use to keeping in touch with her friends via the computer, and even made a few new friends as a result.

"So what do you think this friend of yours on line will be able to do?" Cassie asked, standing over Taylor's shoulder as she logged into the system.

"This guy is smart, real smart, and he may be able to help us. I met him about a year ago when Alyssa drug me to one of her computer conventions while she was in school. He's a great guy, and if he may be able to help us figure out what's going on," she told her.

"Are you sure you can trust him? I've heard a lot of bad things about meeting people online," she brought up. "He could be one of those internet predators, or a pervert or something."

"I didn't meet him on line, we met at a computer convention, remember? He lives in Blue Bay Harbor, which isn't too far from here. Besides, he's a former ranger too. I know he'll be able to help,"

"A ranger? Which one?"

"I think he said he was green… I think," she said, sounding a bit unsure.

"If you think this guy can help us, fine," she sighed.

Taylor quickly checked her list of friends to see if he was online. "Oh good, he's here. Now we can get to the bottom of all this," she said, then turned to her keyboard to type her message.

SoarinEagle02: Hello?

SoarinEagle02: Are you here?

GSR03: Yeah, whats up?

SoarinEagle02: Been watching the news lately?

GSR03: Yeah, I heard about Alan Collins and
his son

GSR03: did you know them?

SoarinEagle02: Yes, they were my friends

GSR03: I'm sorry :(

SoarinEagle02: We think someone is trying to
fake their deaths

GSR03: So do I

SoarinEagle02: ?????

GSR03: yeah, brb

SoarinEagle02: ok

"What does brb mean?" Cassie asked, still standing over Taylor's shoulder.

"It means he'll be right back," she said.

"Oh. What does ok mean?"

"It means okay,"

"Oh. Sorry, I don't know much about computer language," Cassie admitted.

"Its okay,"

GSR03: still here?

SoarinEagle02: yep. What do you have?

GSR03: did you know that Elaine Collins died
almost 17 years ago?

SoarinEagle02: yeah

GSR03: what's interesting is that she was killed in
a car explosion

SoarinEagle02: ???

GSR03: I think the person who killed Mr. Collins is
the same person who killed Elaine 17 years ago

SoarinEagle02: you sure?

GSR03: no, but after the car exploded, Mr. Collins
described to the police what the man driving the
car looked like. There's a picture of it on the web

SoarinEagle02: okay, and?

GSR03: I'm sending you the picture from today's
paper and a sketch of the guy Mr. Collins
described 17 years ago

SoarinEagle02: ok

Just then, a small box popped up on the screen. "What is that?" Cassie asked.

"He's just sending me some files. It'll take a few minutes to download," she told her.

"Okay,"

Within moments, the download was complete, and the two of them got a good look at the newspaper clipping, then compared it to the sketch he'd sent.

"What are we looking for?" Cassie asked.

Taylor turned to her computer.

SoarinEagle02: what am I suppose to see?

GSR03: look at the man in the upper left hand
corner of the picture

SoarinEagle02: ok

The two of them stared closely at the screen. "Oh my God, it looks like the same guy. The guy who was there when Wes' mom dead was there when Mr. Collins was killed," Taylor said.

"But who is he?"

Taylor turned to her computer again.

SoarinEagle02: any idea who this guy is?

GSR03: no, and there's nothing on him on record.

GSR03: its like he doesn't exist

GSR03: but let me check with my friend Hayley in
Reefside, she may be able to help track this guy
down

SoarinEagle02: thanks again for your help

SoarinEagle02: I'll be in touch

GSR03: np

"What does np mean?" Cassie asked.

Taylor stood up. "Whoever this guy is, he's been trying to kill Wes' family one member at a time. Eric was probably close to figuring out who he was, and he had Eric killed to keep him quiet," she deducted.

"So if we find this guy…"

"… we'll find Wes, and this guy will get what's coming to him," Taylor said.

"So what do we do?"

"I think we should head down to Bio-Lab. I have a feeling we'll find something there," she said.

Without question, Cassie nodded, following her out of the room.

He had been blindfolded, so there was no way for him to get a good look at the room, but based on his other senses, he was able to put together where he was. It was cold, but there was no draft of any kind, so he deduced he was a room, more than likely with metal walls. That could have meant a boat, or a plane, but as best as he could tell, they weren't in motion. Though his hands were cuffed behind his back, he wasn't in any pain, leading him to think whoever had done this wasn't trying to harm him.

'Then again, hitting me with that pipe hurt,' he thought to himself.

He'd done his best to get a look at the person who hit him before the pipe connected with his skull, but it was dark, and it all happened so fast.

There was a slight humming around, but he was unable to figure out where it was coming from. Every now and then, there was a beeping sound as well, but as best he could tell, there was no pattern to it. The more he listened to the sounds around him, the more familiar they became to him. 'I've heard all these sounds before, but from where?' he wondered.

As best he could tell, his morpher was still on his wrist, but he wasn't able to reach any of the buttons to activate it. Not that it mattered, because as long as he had it on, he knew Eric would be able to track him. He sighed with the comfort that Eric wouldn't rest until he tracked him down.

His thoughts were broken as, in the distance, he heard a squeak of some kind. If he had to make an educated guess, it was the sound of a metal door opening, but there was no way to be sure. Then, he heard thumping sounds… after taking a closer look, he determined they were footsteps…

… and they were getting closer.

"Whos there?" he called out, hearing his voice echo slightly.

"Relax Wes, I'm not here to hurt you," a voice said.

Just then, someone removed the blindfold, but because it had been on for so long, it took his eyes a few minutes to adjust to the lighting. Finally, he glanced around. "This is a time ship," he stared up at his kidnapper. "You're from Time Force," he said.

"Figured that one out all on your own, did ya?" he helped Wes back to his feet, and then removed the handcuffs. "I'm officer Kyle Riley, Time Force. I was sent here to track down a mutant and bring it back to the future," he told him.

Wes lunged at him, but Kyle sidestepped him. "You killed my father," Wes screamed.

"No Wes, I didn't. If you'll give me a second to explain, I…" before he could finish, Wes landed a kick to the side of his head, taking him down. Wes rushed for the exit, but was cut off as he stood in his way.

"I think you should listen to what the man has to say,"

"Alex?!" Wes sighed, staring in amazement.

Kyle made it back to his feet, rubbing his jaw slightly. "Seventeen years ago, your time, Ransik sent a mutant back in time to assassinate your father before he could take over Bio-Lab. It was his belief that if he could prevent your father from heading up the company, history would be altered and Time Force would never exists. Two officers were sent back in time to prevent the attack, my partner, and myself and we were successful in stopping the assassination. That mutant was sentenced to Cryogenic containment, but a week ago, there was a malfunction and the mutant escaped. Unaware of how much time had passed here, the mutant commandeered a time ship and came here, hoping to finish the job. Alex and I were sent to bring the mutant back by any means necessary," he explained.

"Its too late, my father was killed. The mutant got to him," he snapped.

"No, I wanted the mutant to think your father was dead. With his target eliminated, your father would be safe while we tried to track down the mutant," he said.

"You mean my father is…"

"Very much alive, yes. He was teleported out of the car before it exploded," Alex told him.

"But I was there, I pulled a body out the car, I…"

"What you saw was synthetic tissues made to resemble a human being. When we teleported your father out, the sample was sent there in his place in the event there were witnesses. What we didn't count on was you finding him, which is why I had to bring you here and allow the local law enforcement believe you were killed in the explosion," Kyle said.

"But what about bodies? They're going to be wondering about…"

"Its been taken care of. The report will read that your bodies were disposed of; no more, no less. As far as the world is concerned, you died yesterday," he said.

"Where is my father?"

"Safe, for the time being. It won't take long for the mutant to realize what's going on and it will resume its search. We have to find it before it discovers the truth and finds your father," Alex said.

"How?"

"I intercepted a transmission from this time to the 31st century. I believe that once you were killed, Eric contacted Jen and the others. They're on their way here now to help Eric," he said.

"Good,"

"The only problem is, Eric was too close to uncovering what happened with you and your father, so I arranged to have him killed," Kyle said.

"Killed, or killed?" Wes inquired.

"Don't worry, he's safe as well and has been briefed on the situation. We're confident that we'll be able to track down the mutant and bring him in," he said.

"When all this happened, I was convinced that my Uncle Andrew had something to do with it," he mentioned.

"Actually, he does. I was hired by your Uncle to kidnap both you and your father, and then hold you until you were presumed legally dead. Once that happened, he would assume control of Bio-Lab and begin work on the bio-chemical weapons. What he doesn't know is that I'm a Time Force operative," Kyle said.

"That son of a…"

"Your funerals are scheduled for tomorrow, which means we have to find this mutant, capture it and get you back to Bio-Lab to assume control before he does," Alex said.

"But when this is all over, why can't my father just take control again?"

"History dictates that you would eventually take over the company. This is the way it has to be," Alex said.

He sighed. "Fine, so what do we do now?"

"Lets head to the shore. The others will be here any minute now," Kyle said.

"Okay, so lets get Eric and lets go," Wes said.