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Author's Note: Psycho Red goes after Red Ranger's number five and six. Who will they be and will he succeed. Read to find out.

The Never Ending Cycle

Chapter Three: Commander Indeed

'How the hell did I get here?'

This was the question plaguing Eric Myers as he worked at his desk on a Tuesday morning.

Looking at the paper in his hand, a lease for the Silver Guardians emergency vans to have thicker, safer tires, Eric asked himself the question once again, 'How the hell did I get here?'

Signing his approval at the bottom of the paper, Eric thought of what got him to this spot.

The day before, Eric and his partner Wesley Collins had traffic and ticket patrol. Needless to say, it was a boring time.

"Oh my god," Wes moaned, after what had to be the hundredth car passed by under the speed limit, "This has to be the most boring job ever," Wes finished, emphasizing the word ever.

"Well, it was our time," Eric stated, looking at the number on the screen of his speed-o-monitor. "And it's not like we can use our higher ranking to get out of it. So just shut-up and do your job." Eric glanced over at Wes, who was looking at him like he had just spoken another language.

"What?"

"I can't believe you just said that," Wes replied, the face of shock on his face starting to wear off.

"Again I ask, what," Eric asked, starting to get annoyed by Wes' face?

"Did you, Eric Myers, the man who complained when he had to ride in the passenger seat instead of the driver's for the first time, is actually saying that he wants to do this," Wes asked, the look of confusion completely overtaking his look of shock?

Eric just laughed at his friend's stupidity, looked back at the job he was supposed to be doing, and said, "I didn't say that I want to do this, I just said we have to do this, you know, as part of our job."

Wes just shook his head at the logic that was put in front of him and went back to work.

A few minutes passed before either one of them said anything. They just sat their and watched law abiding citizens drive by and listened to some crappy talk radio.

"My god," Eric sighed, "this is boring."

"Told you," Wes smirked back. Not one person had been caught by either of them.

"Hey, I've got an idea," Eric said, shooting Wes an evil smile.

"What is it?" Wes asked, wondering what his friend could possibly be thinking to make himself so happy.

"Why don't we make a sort of bet, or wager?"

"What kind of wager," Wes inquired, not really one to make bets.

"Well, as I know you've noticed, we seem to be running short on cars today."

"You can say that again," Wes agreed.

"Well, my idea would be that who ever gives the first ticket,"Eric paused, trying to build the tension, "the other ill have to do paper work all day tomorrow."

"Oh man," Wes gasped, hearing the word's that were more torturous then he had ever heard from any day as a ranger.

"Well, what do you think," Eric asked, a sly grin plastered on his face.

Thinking about it for a few seconds, Wes finally said, "OK, partner. You've got yourself a deal.

"Great; prepare to go down," putting his sunglasses on, Eric turns his attention back to his scope.

Minutes pass by and neither of the two claimed any victory.

"Man this is so boring," Eric moaned, resting his head back. "Even with the bet on the table, there is no way to make this any fun."

Wes just nodded and continued to watch his scope.

A few seconds later, Wes put his scope down and gave Eric a grin.

"You didn't," Eric gasped out, astonishment and anger clear in his voice.

"I did," he handed Eric his scope, flicked on the van's siren, and chased after the person who allowed Wes a victory and made Eric have to do paperwork the whole next day.

'I should have cuffed that a-hole,' Eric grumbled, finishing up another pile of papers. Just as he was about to start on the next one, his phone rang.

'Saved by the bell,' Eric inertly chuckled, as he pressed the call button of his desk phone.

"Hello," the voice of the intern in the front of the building, Marge, came out from the receiver.

"Good afternoon, Marge," Eric said, giving into chit-chat. Normally, Eric didn't like to chat-it up on the phone during work hours, but as long as it gave him less time to work, he was ready to converse about anything.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Myers. There is a woman here to see you, sir."

"Alright, Marge, send her in," Eric ordered, going back to his work while he waited.

A couple of seconds later, and Eric's door opened up and the woman entered the room. Looking up from his work, he saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen standing in front of him with her arms crossed. If this woman wasn't his girlfriend, he would have tried to ask her.

"So, having fun" Taylor Earheart asked her boyfriend, with a clear tone of mockery in her voice.

"What are you doing here Taylor?"

"What, can't a girl come visit her boyfriend at work once in a while? Do I really need to have a reason?"

"Yes," Eric answered bluntly.

That put a smile on Taylor's face, causing her to lean over the desk and press her lips to Eric's.

Pulling away after Eric started to return the affection, Taylor smirked and said, "I just wanted to see if you wanted to train with me today."

"That's it," Eric chocked out, still reeling from the kiss. "You want to train."

"What, do you not want to? Because I was so sure that you would be so eager to see me all sweaty in my work out gear." Taylor got the biggest smile on her face as she saw her boyfriend's face go through a metamorphosis of confusion to excitement. 'Got him' Taylor silently praised herself.

Eric's finger jabbed at the call button on his phone, and shouted in to the receiver, "Marge, get me Wes in here, now." Taylor was practically dying from trying not to laugh.

"What are you going to do, Eric," Taylor asked, truly curious, knowing that he had loads of paperwork to do and wanted know how he was going to get himself out of the job?

"I am going to do what ever I need to do to get off the job so that we can go," he stopped to look at his girlfriend from top to bottom and back again, "'exercise'; even if I have to sick my Q-Rex on him."

"You wanted me, Eric? Oh, um, hi Taylor. What are you doing here," Wesley Collins asked from the doorway of Eric's office of which he just arrived.

"I am here to try to get Eric to come exercise with me," Taylor answered, after giving Wes a nod of hello.

"Exercise? But he still has mountains of paper work to do," Wes stated looking at the pile's of paper in his to do pile and comparing it to his finished one on Eric's desk.

"Come on Wes, I really need to exercise with her," putting emphasis on the word exercise, hoping that his friend would catch his drift.

Luckily for Wes, he didn't have to understand, because at the exact moment Eric was finished talking, there was a humongous explosion coming from the lobby, sending all three people to the ground.

It didn't take long for Wes to get to his feet and run to the door; Eric and Taylor were right behind him.

Wes spotted one of the Silver Guardians technicians, Rupert, lying on the ground, a pretty nasty cut down the side of his face. The leader of the SG's knelt down to lift him up.

"Rupert, what happened, what happened here," a concerned Wes asked his friend and co-worker. He could hear Eric and Taylor around him asking the same thing to other injured people.

"Some sort of cyborg or beast blew up the entrance to the building," Rupert answered, his words coming out in gasps and short low breaths. "Everyone in the lobby was killed instantly. Please, Wes, stop kill this thing," and with that, Rupert's eyes became dull and distant and his head slumped backwards; he was dead.

"Wes," Eric shouted, coming over to his friend. Wes turned to him with his eyes misty and damp. Eric got a good look at the man in Wes' arms and shook his head in disgust. Remembering what he came over to say, Eric crouched down beside his partner and shouted over the alarm and shouting around them.

"We have to find what did this. We need to stop him, put him in the ground, and make him pay for what he just did," Eric preached, trying to get to his friend. Wes just looked at Eric and nodded. Placing Rupert's body on the ground, Wes followed Eric down the hallway. Out of the corner of his eye Wes spotted Taylor leading people through one of the emergency doors and to safety.

Reaching the remains of the lobby, Wes and Eric jumped down the stairs and landed in the center of the ash and smoke covered floor; bodies of the dead were littered all around them. The smell of smoke and burnt flesh hit their noses.

"My God," Eric gasped out in horror at the sight around them. Nothing he had ever seen could compare to the lobby in which he was standing.

"Do you see anything," Wes asked, anger and hatred clear in his voice.

"No," Eric answered, same tone's of anger and disgust clear.

"What is wrong with you two," a psychotic, computerized voice remarked from above. "Do you ever look any other place then in front and around you?"

The guardians whipped their blasters up to the ceiling and opened fire. All they heard was the sound of laser hitting concrete.

"Idiot's," the same voice sneered at, now standing directly behind the two. Before either of them had time to turn fully around, the cyborg punched both of them in the rib cage. The two were thrown back and crashed into the walls of the stairs. Luckily, neither of them had broken anything.

"What was that," Eric asked his partner, helping himself and Wes to their feet.

"That," the voice said, "was me, Psycho Red."

When Eric and Wes had complete balance on their feet, they were finally able to clearly see the demon robot walk from the smoke surrounding him. They were finally able to see Psycho Red.

"Well, I think it is needless to say that you two are pathetic in your human forms, so, to save yourselves from defeat earlier then attended, I suggest that the two of you morph," Psycho Red suggested, in a way that made him sound helpful, but you could tell that he was making fools of them.

Cracking the knuckles in his fist, Eric gritted through his teeth at Psycho Red, "We'll see who's pathetic." He was about to charge when Wes stopped him.

"What the hell are you doing Wes," Eric shouted, clearly very pissed that he had been stopped.

"He's right, Eric. I hate to admit it, really I do, but he's right," Wes confessed, clearly painful for him to do so. "We don't stand a chase against him like this. We need to morph."

Eric just nodded, knowing that Wes was right.

"Alright, Psycho Dead," Eric yelled to the enemy, "You are going to regret ever what you did today. Ready Wes?"

"Ready."

"Time for Time Force."

"Quantum Power."

The two Time Force rangers stood in their newly morphed form's and were ready to take down the enemy.

"Let's do this," Psycho Red growled, summoning his Psylo Saber into his hand.

"Chrono Sabers," pressing a button on his Chrono Morpher, the Red Time Force Ranger brought fourth his duel blades and got in to a fighting stance along side Eric.

"Attack," Eric shouted, running at full speed toward Psycho Red. Wes was not far behind him, Chrono Sabers out in front of him.

Psycho Red just stood still and when Eric got close enough, instead of using the saber in his hand like Eric was suspecting, he did a jump spin in the air and slammed his foot into the side of the Quantum Ranger's head. Eric was knocked off his feet, but the distraction on Psycho Red gave Wes the time to hit him three times in a row with his sabers.

"Gah, damn it," Psycho Red grumbled as he stumbled back.

"Take this, freak," Wes went in for three more slashes. He hit his target the first two times, but Psycho Red recovered fast enough to grab the Chrono Sabers in mid swipe. "Now, now, Red Time Ranger lets not resort to name calling," Psycho Red taunted. Using the time that it took Wes to register what just happened, Psycho Red brought his Psylo Saber to Wes' chest, knocking him into the air in a spin.

"Eat laser," Psycho Red turned toward the shout just in time to see the blast from Eric's Quantum Defender connect with his chest. The blast forced Psycho Red down to a knee, giving Wes the opportunity to connect a flying side kick to the back, sending Psycho Red flat on his stomach.

Eric rushed toward Wes and his fallen enemy, jumping up high into the air.

"HIYAH!," Eric shouted as he rose higher into the air. As he was falling to the ground, he stuck out his knee downward, planning to strike Psycho Red in the back with a knee strike fully charged.

It would have succeeded, if Psycho Red hadn't anticipated such a move. Using speed that only he possessed, Psycho Red shot his hand out and grabbed Wes by the ankle. Before Wes had the chance to realize what was going on, he was being thrown into the air, heading straight for Eric and his knee.

When Eric realized what was happening, it was too late. His knee and the power of gravity slammed into Wes' chest, forcing both of the rangers to come apart in mid air, Eric falling with more grace to the right, but still landing in a way that painful enough to make him dimorph, but no enough to go unconscious.

Wes, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. From the impact with Eric and the sloppy way he hit the ground, Wes was forced to dimorph and slip in to unconsciousness.

"Wes," Eric shouted, reaching his hand out in the direction of his friend. His hand didn't get far, as Psycho Red slowly stepped on it. Pain like Eric had never felt before shot through his body as he felt every bone in his hand break.

Looking up at the thing that had just defeated him and Wes, Eric watched as Psycho Red raised his hand above his own head, and slammed it into the side of his head, sending him to a world of black.

"Commander indeed," Psycho red muttered to himself, as he bent over to pick Eric up. Walking over to Wes' prone form, Psycho Red crouched down and grabbed on to his Silver Guardian uniform.

The last thing that he heard before he teleported away a female's voice shout to him, "Nnnnoooo," but who ever it was, she was too late as Psycho Red disappeared, both rangers in his clutches.

6 down, 9 to go. So far PR has Andros, TJ, Leo, Aurico, and now Wes and Eric in his prison. Who will be next, and how can he be stopped. I hope to have Chap. 4 up sometime soon for you to find out. TTFN- Ta Ta For Now.