Tommy and Alex walked through the rubble of Anton Mercer's office. Most of the glass had been swept up and the broken-down wall remains had been picked up as well. All that needed to be taken care of was to replace the wall and windows. Files and papers lay all over the floor, it was a complete mess and could take days before all the files were picked up and put back into order.
Both Tommy and Alex had gone there in hopes of finding some answers. "Anything?" asked Tommy as he stepped over the police warning tape.
"No. Nothing that could help us. All that I'm finding are business proposals. And a few outside experiment notes that don't pertain to the situation," replied Alex, shaking his head no, as he got back up to his feet.
Tommy sighed and leaned against the wall. "That's what I was afraid of."
"Afraid of what, that you might be caught?" said a voice. Both Tommy and Alex turned around at the sound of the voice. It was Officer Gunner, one of the officers who had spoken with Tommy about the disappearance of Elizabeth Randall.
Great! Just what I need! "Officer Gunner, what can I do for you?" asked Tommy.
"How about explaining what happened here? This is the third time I find you involved in these happenings. First when Dr. Mercer had gone missing for four years with no word, then the disappearance of Principal Randall. Now Anton Mercer's home office destroyed, leaving him in a coma in the hospital and almost injuring his son. And who do I hear that was on the scene, but you, Dr. Oliver? An acquaintance?" He eyed Tommy carefully. "Just how did you find yourself at this exact point at the right time?"
"I needed to discuss something with Dr. Mercer. When I arrived at the door I knocked, when no one answered I let myself in. I found Trent and his father and the rest you know…"
"What did you need to discuss with him?" asked the Officer.
"I believe unless you have a warrant of some kind, Dr. Oliver doesn't need to answer any more of your questions," remarked Alex, stepping forward.
"And who are you?"
"Commander Alex Drake," Alex quickly flashed out his badge just giving Officer Gunner a glance of it.
"What jurisdiction did you say you were from?"
Alex eyed him carefully. He had been on the Force long enough to know all the tricks. "I didn't," he remarked sharply.
"Right," Officer Gunner eyed Tommy. "Good day, Dr. Oliver. I'm sure we will meet again. But I suggest you and your friend leave, before you get yourself into any more trouble."
"We were finished anyway. Come on, Tommy, there's nothing that can help us here," remarked Alex.
Officer Gunner watched as Alex and Tommy stepped over the tape. "I'm sure I'll be seeing you again, Dr. Oliver."
Tommy turned around and eyed the officer sharply. "Knowing you, I'm sure you will."
He nodded his head. "Alex Drake, huh? You sure resemble Wesley Collins."
Alex and Tommy shared a glance. "How'd you say you knew him?" asked Alex.
"I didn't," he smirked. "Good day, gentlemen." He waved his hand away, as if saying they no longer had a right to be here.
Outside Tommy and Alex headed towards the jeep. "Let's go back to the mansion, there's just something about that Officer Gunner that bothers me," remarked Alex.
"I'm with you."
Jen opened the door and found Alec Collins standing in front of her. "Oh, Mr. Collins, come in." Jen stepped aside to let him in; she closed the door gently behind him. It had been a long time since she had last seen him, back before….She hadn't even seen him during the whole Mutorg ordeal.
He looked tired, sad and lost. She sighed heavily; she couldn't imagine what he was going through. His only child was gone. The only connection he had left to his wife was gone. Or perhaps she did know what he was going through; after all she was the one in love with his son. "How are you doing?" she asked softly. She barely knew him, but she knew she should say something; after all he had done for them.
He turned to her and gave a light distant smile. "Keeping busy." His eyes seemed to wander around the place, looking at old paintings and framed pictures of his wife and Wes when he was a kid. They all had been so happy back then. There were so many memories here. "…So how are things going here? Any closer to catching this Janixsaur, and Mesogog?"
"Oh, Eric hasn't called." She saw his eyes widen with concern. "It seems that Anton Mercer was Mesogog, an experiment that went wrong…. Anyway, Janixsaur showed up at his house, attacked him, and drained him of his Mesogog half. We're still trying to figure all of it out, but with Mercer in a coma, we might never find out." She bowed her head down. Things just seemed to keep on getting worse.
"I'm sorry to hear that." He looked down at his watch. "Well, I should be going."
"But you just got here."
"I could only come for a little while. I was out here on business; thought I'd just come by for minute." He headed towards the door, but stopped halfway. "Tell Eric I stopped by." He opened the door and stepped out. The memories, being there, seeing her, the love of his departed son, was just all too much for him to handle all at once.
Jen ran out the door after him. "I'm sorry," she called out, part of her feeling that somehow in a way, everything that had happened with Wes had been her fault.
"Me too." His head sunk low and he got in his car and drove off.
She stood there for a long moment standing in front of the door, watching him watch over his father. He looked so lost and all alone. She hadn't talked to him since all of it came out. It had been a big shock for her, Conner, and Ethan to learn that Mesogog had been right under their noses this whole time and Trent knew about it.
She couldn't help but feel slightly betrayed, but standing there now made her feel more guilty than betrayed. After all, it was his father. Was he supposed to go behind his own father's back? Could I have gone behind mine, if it was me in his shoes? Taking a deep breath she walked up behind him.
"Hey," she said softly.
Trent turned his head around. "Oh hi Kira."
"Any change?" she asked, as she pulled up a seat next to him.
"No," Trent's eyes fell onto his father, who was alive, but he might as well be dead, seeing him the way he is. He turned his head to her. "Look, I'm sorry that I lied to you and the others. I-"
"No. Don't be." She placed her hand on top of his. "He's your father. You were only doing what you thought was right."
"But still-"
"Trent." She looked into his eyes. She could see all of this was really tearing him up. "It's all right." She gave him a faint smile.
He returned the smile. "Thanks. I'm really lucky to have a friend like you."
"I'll always be here for you, Trent. If you ever need to talk." She gripped his shoulder. "We'll get through this. We always do."
"With you here I can get through anything."
Their eyes then locked as if they were lost in a trance. Kira started leaning forward and Trent followed her lead. Kira's lips gently brushed lightly against his. It only lasted a second, but it was enough. Enough to know they both felt the same way about each other.
Trent wrapped his hand around Kira's and grinned, just maybe things would start getting better. Things couldn't get any worse, could they?
"I've never felt such power like this before," hissed Janixsaur as he watched as sparks came from his head, glowing, showing such power. It looked like little lightning bolts were emerging from his hands.
"How can you be so sure you'll be able to handle the powers? Even with Mercer and Mesogog combined, neither one could control the other for very long," asked Elsa as she walked circles around Janixsaur.
He eyed her. His eyes were beaming and glowing fiercely; he was changing right before her. "I am far stronger then those two weaklings. You forget I am from the future, with technology far beyond your years." He walked up to her and grabbed her by the neck, choking her.
She gasped for air. "What are you doing? We had a deal," she gasped.
He laughed evilly. "There's been a change of plans. I no longer need your assistance. I have Hexasaur for that." He moved his eyes over to the corner and grinned at her.
Elsa eyes filled with terror and horror. There was Hexasaur, the new and improved Hexasaur, all memories now drained, nothing left. "You can't. You need me," she shrieked.
"No, you lost your usefulness once the black ranger learned your secret. I have no more use for you, my dear." He tossed her into Hexasaur's arms.
"No, you can't! That's Mesogog talking!" Elsa felt it as Hexasaur's hands tightened around her arms, cutting off her circulation.
"Sorry, but it's me. Mesogog is dead, all that remains is his powers." He got right into her face and grabbed her chin. "You were right before, not trusting me." He grinned. "You should have listened to yourself."
She looked him right in the eyes. "You won't win. Even with Mesogog's powers, you still don't stand a chance. Mesogog wasn't able to defeat them. What makes you think you can," she spat.
"Because I have him." He eyed Hexasaur. "And so far he has come closer to killing two rangers than you ever have." He grinned. "Now that his memories are gone, he'll finish them off once and for all."
"You won't get away with this!"
"Oh, but I already have." His eyes fell on Hexasaur. "Finish her off, Hexasaur, her time is up, as you would say."
"Yes, master, with pleasure."
"No! No! You can't! Please, I beg of you!" cried out Elsa, as Hexasaur dragged her into the darkness. But Janixsaur ignored her pleas and he too disappeared into a dark corner.
"Nooooooooo!" The crying pleas echoed. Zeltrax woke up with a jolt. It was dark out and cold. The moonlight was the only source that provided him any light. He heard wolves howling.
"Just a dream." He ran his hand over his face and leaned up against the tree and drifted back into a deep sleep.