DISCLAIMER
Original characters don't belong to me. I only Andrew Garret and Michael Williams. Everything else belongs to Haim Saban and Fox Kids.
A squad car drove up to the dilapitated building.
"This is the place?" one asked.
"It's what the scanner came up with," his partner replied.
"Yeesh. This guy should be arrested on his house taste alone," the first officer stated. They walked up to the door and the first officer knocked. The door was opened to reveal Garret.
"Yeah. What do you want?" he sneered.
"Andrew Garret?" the second officer queried.
"Yeah, that's me," was the response.
"Will you come with us, please?" the second officer requested.
"What for?" the man asked defiantly.
"We got a complaint about you," was the answer.
"It's a lie," Garett insisted.
"Hands behind your back please," the first officer said. Garret refused, so the officer did it for him. Then, the man was read his rights. Back at the youth center, Michael was pacing nervously.
"What if it didn't work? What if they didn't believe you?" he asked.
"It'll be okay, Michael," Tommy assured. Just then, the door opened and an officer walked in.
"Tommy Oliver? Michael Williams?" he asked.
"That's us," Tommy confirmed.
"I think we have someone you both will want to see," the officer said. Tommy and Michael followed the officers, the Zeo Rangers at their heels. Once they were outside, Michael's eyes locked on the squad car, which held a man in the backseat. When the man saw his audience, he went ballistic.
"You little brat! You called the cops!" he shouted. Michael took a small step backwards.
"No. Actually, that was me," Tommy said, stepping forward. Garret's eyes widened.
"You?" he gasped.
"Yeah. Me," the Red Zeo Ranger confirmed. Then, as the officers walked to the car, "Look at him, Michael. Look at him and remember this."
THE END
AUTHOR'S NOTE
If you or someone you know is being physically abused, call 1-800-4-A-CHILD (2-24453).