Power Rangers CPU
Episode 3: Warren Peace
"When you're in the field you can't rely on your morphers, there have been many occasions that Power Rangers have had failed morphers for various reasons or been caught without them" Commander Benson stopped and looked down the row of the rangers.
Warren was bopping his head. The Commander gripped the ear pieces of the MP93 player and pulled them out. Warren blinked. "Right in the middle of the guitar solo!"
"You're a Detective now Mr. Miller if you want to stay as one I suggest you listen to me instead of -" David Benson looked at the player. "Andromeda Irons"
"Hey everyone loves Andromeda Irons…right Charlie?"
Charlie ignored him with a snort.
"Okay, but Charlie's frigid – Sean! Wait so is he… Mason my man! Okay so Mason's a flake…got it…Morgan you like Andromeda Irons…right?"
"Oh! Is that her new single?" Morgan asked brightly. The pink and black leather clad girl spoke with a British lilt but had a very Hawaiian look about her. Tanned and slender – very pretty – Warren had said it was very un-British to be pretty…she'd smacked him around the head.
"Yeah" replied Warren. He gave a roguish smile that was lit up by his dazzling blue eyes. "Have you heard "Just Let Me Live" yet? It's beyond belief"
"Be honest, you watch her music videos for skin tight costumes and cleavage exposure" Charlie sighed.
Mason looked around and blinked, cocking his head to one side as he always did when he was thinking or confused.
"Enough" Sean growled, his Korean features barely changing at all but showing immense waves of anger on his usually impassive face. "We are at practice!" he barked furiously, silencing the others.
"Thank you Detective Law…right" grimaced Commander Benson. "You're lucky Detective Law took the initiative – if I'd had to silence you you'd be running 40 laps of the Eden rather than 30"
"30 laps!" exclaimed Warren. "That's harsh!"
"It was 20 originally, but your behaviour has increased it. You'll run the 30 laps – after you've successfully defeated a roomful of holographic enemies…with no morphers"
Everyone groaned as the commander walked out of the room. "Consider it a warm up" he laughed as the doors shut. The Holographic Troopers appeared, all the same but carrying blasters, batons or fighting bare fisted.
"Thanks so much Warren" Charlie said as she leapt into a flying kick.
"We owe you for this one" grunted Sean as he disarmed two Holo-Troops at once
"But what do we owe him?" Mason asked. "Why do we owe him unless he has chosen to provide services exclusive to only you three and therefore I am excluded meaning that it is more precise to say: Why do you owe him rather than to include myself." He used his flexible body to avoid the attacks of the troops
"Did anyone catch that?" muttered Charlie
"No" Sean replied.
Morgan used a cartwheel kicked to knock an enemy back and land back to back with Sean. "Isn't that the usual thing with any and all of Mason's Not-Really-a-Question-Questions?"
"Yup" Charlie shrugged. "Still if we asked him he'd help us out"
"Asked him what? Help with what?" Warren said as he jumped over a monster.
"Hey, Mason…what would be a good way to humiliate Warren in the next 24 hours?" asked Morgan.
"This is a trivial waste of time" Sean snapped.
"Blah-Blah" snorted Charlie. "Well Mason?"
"You could shove him into the bay during the laps" Mason suggested.
"HEY!" Warren exclaimed, panic seeking into his voice.
"I will not partake in this plan" Sean said. A vague turning of the corners of his mouth appeared. "Yet I will not oppose it" he said.
"Mutiny!" exclaimed Warren.
"They're all over the place" Dr. Fairchild murmured, her refined speech was quiet and clear, crisp and concise – getting to the point by going straight to your brain. "They're vastly different. Charlie is a tough fighter, she uses rapid strikes from Tae-Kwon-Do to inflict fast and medium damage to opponents" the first screen floating nearby leapt away.
"Charlie is self-thought, the academy just disciplined her style somewhat"
"What about Morgan? Gymnastics and Ballet qualify better as a fighting style then her use of Wing-Chun, she's very agile, she uses that speed to leap around and dazzle her foes as she peppers them with strikes…good but…she's hardly a team fighter"
"Yes it's disappointing she's no team player- but who among them is?"
"Certainly not Sean" Dr Fairchild snorted as another floating screen slit out before her. "He's an excellent fighter, brilliant instincts, he uses Judo exactly like he should, like it says in the manuals and classes…but he's incapable of improve, he can't handle surprises very well, he loses his cool when they crop up"
"It's only to be expected, he believes that the book is the be all and end all of police work" sighed David.
"And it isn't?" Dr. Fairchild sighed. "I am surprised."
"No need for sarcasm"
"There is always a need for Sarcasm" Dr. Fairchild chided as she pushed her dark hair away from her narrow, pale face. "It's so very useful"
David rolled his eyes as she called up the screen with Mason on it. "What's his problem?"
"There isn't one per say, he fights very well, excellent agility, flexibility, speed, strength and he uses precision strikes…alas he has many failings: he can improvise very well, but he lacks the passion the others have and that means that a key component to the fight is missing"
"Blame the parents, his father was rarely around and the only reason Mason is here is because he came to the city looking for Doctor Carver" Commander Benson said. "He's been sheltered."
"It shows – he sometimes thinks too much" Dr. Fairchild said. "Do the others know about his fathers kidnapping?"
"No, it wasn't well publicized because of his work" shrugged the commander.
"Well, never mind…the Red ranger is actually Mason's opposite" the last screen floated before Dr. Fairchild. "Warren is a good fighter, very good at landing hits that count and using his enemies against each other, the main problem is that he has about as much self-control as a shark in a feeding frenzy and all the forward-thinking of a gold fish… and let's ignore the fact he's as disciplined as a howler monkey!"
"You don't seem to like him"
"I have nothing against him" Dr. Fairchild sighed. "Still – he needs to learn to take things seriously"
"On that we are completely agreed"
"For once" Dr. Fairchild smirked.
The Website fortress interior was lit by dim green lights. Vectress sat watching the News Report, seated on her black metal throne of wires, pipes, cables and artistically arranged metals.
"The tenth annual Cyber-Tech convention promises to be the biggest yet with the top minds all gathered in one place, the first time there will be no conference calls via satellite in the 10 year history of this meeting" the reporter said. "The issues they will be addressing include Synthoids: Illegal bionic technology, is it science gone mad or should it be legalized? Cyborg surgery: What is the cost? Robotic Will and Persona Software: should robots be given BOTH at the same time? These questions and more will be addressed, join us later from the conference hall, this is Charlene Gizibani for Channel Four-Eighty News at the Metronic Conference Hall" the alien reporter nodded and was cut off as the screen exploded. The energy particles reformed and Vectress lowered her hand.
"I heard you destroying another screen – is something wrong?" Zorion asked.
"Yes – Cyber-Tech Convention Three-Oh-Two-Five" Vectress sneered. She sat up. "Though I do need a few new ideas – the scientists in the dungeons are…stagnating – like all organics do. I want the scientists"
"Yes Mistress!" Zorion nodded. "I will lead an attack im-"
"No you won't" Zorion had turned away and was rushing towards the door when the psychic waves locked around his head and dragged him down. "I have something else in mind"
Vectress uncrossed her legs and walked to the large console that was built on a podium before a large plasma screen in a wall. "Now – what shall I do? I want something that can get the job done – built to take hostages, to bar the doors and trap scientists for transport to my fortress" the screen showed the Conference hall.
The vision skimmed around the outside of the conference hall and locked onto a target. The download was quick. "Of course… take something as simple as a Vacuum cleaner and modify it with a virus"
The image of the vacuum cleaner was on the screen, it was peeled away to reveal a green mesh for the pixels. "Engaging Viral Binary Imaging program" Vectress said as she twisted a knob on the console and flipped two switches.
"Generating base virus" she tapped some keys. "Loading primary objectives and programming, layering on secondary thoughts – forming AI…" she pushed up on a button and the cylinders of dark green liquid churned, starting to glow.
"Bio-Cybernetic injection commenced" she smiled as the percentage sped towards 100. "Complete." There was a crackle of light and the hologram of the monster appeared over the console.
"Impressive milady" Zorion said, the monster had long exhaust lipe pipes on its back as well as a thick red plastic shell. The same pipes jutted from the back of its legs and its forearms and it had a gas mask live face as well as hover pipes crossing its chest and wrapping around its legs, connecting into the skin at different points.
The hologram had grown to actual size and was filling out as the hover on the screen faded away out of the real world in a shower of sparks.
"I suppose…I think I'll call him…Succubus" she smiled.
"I live to serve mistress" the monster said in a deep, warped growl.
"These days…who isn't?" smirked Vectress.
"Ow! Guys! Ow! Hey! Help! OW!" Warren yelped as the Holo-Troops chased him around the room while the others sat on a bench watching the current contestant going solo against a set of 8 Holo-Troops that were programmed at a medium level but worked as a united unit to attack en masse. "Seriously!"
"He should have made a plan" Sean said sagely.
"I believe he had one" Charlie said. "What was it again? Oh yes: "Get in and Kick butt""
"I think the Holo-Troops had the same idea" Mason said slowly.
Warren stopped. "Did Mason make a joke?"
Everyone looked at the blonde young man and his Stepford Husband hairdo.
He blinked and cocked his head. Morgan gave a little "Awwww" and pinched his cheek. "Okay Warren – watch out"
Warren was flung out of the ring by a well executed attack by three Troops working as one. "Ow. What happened to teamwork?"
"This was a single person test" Charlie said with a smirk.
"I hate you greenie genie"
"Better then being dead, Red" growled the girl.
Morgan rolled her eyes. "Okay. My turn" she smiled.
The sirens went off. "Is this a fire drill?" Warren sighed. Sean shook his head.
"It's the emergency alarm"
"How do you know?" Warren muttered
"What other alarm would you have flashing on and off in an Emergency response unit HQ that sounds nothing like a fire alarm?"
"A warning that Charlie's in a mood?" Warren smiled. He was slapped across the back of the head as the others ran past him towards the door. The command room was abuzz with activity. "What's the sitch?" Morgan asked as the rangers entered.
"An attack by…something odd that's just laid siege to the Conference centre"
"The Cyber-Tech convention, Gearbox would most likely be after more scientists I imagine, this is the first time all delegates have congregated…save the few already kidnapped by Vectress" Mason mused.
"Wow – more eggheads then a chicken coop" Warren mused.
"We should hurry" grunted Sean as he moved towards the door that led to the CPU SUV garage.
"I'm driving!" Morgan exclaimed.
"Let me get my prayer beads and remind Buddha to reincarnate me as something nice" Charlie muttered as Morgan danced ahead to the black and grey SUV. Charlie checked the beads and sighed.
Succubus lashed out with a pipe and knocked two officers away. The CPU SUV screamed around a corner and skidded to a stop. The team climbed out. "Well now – look at what we have here" mused Succubus. "All the colours of the rainbow!"
"That's wrong" Mason said. "Pink might be construed as Violet I expect but there are 5 of us and 7 colors: we lack Orange, Indigo and Violet from the collection"
"He was psyching us up" Sean said. "It's won't work" he held out his morpher and revealed the badge. "CPU officers, you're under arrest put all appendages where we can see them and lie down on the ground, limbs across your head and legs crossed at the ankle."
"Anything you say officer' cackled the monster. The pipes whipped out from the sides of his body and coiled around the rangers, whipping them into the air and hurling them down.
"At least he showed all appendages" Charlie groaned. "Ow-"
"Let's remove them…one by one" Sean said coldly.
"All right guys – let's do the fancy spandex dance" Warren said.
"CYBER SYSTEMS! ONLINE" the flashes of light and auras of power swirled around the rangers and in a burst of energy they were transformed. Wielding their batons they attacked the monster, the air burst from the creatures exhaust pipes and it jetted backwards.
"Mechons! Attack!" Succubus snarled. The horizon stretched and warped, rippling like pinched jelly before spitting out a gang of Mechons.
"Ah – our old friends!" Sean smirked. He fired three blaster shots and took down four Mechons – somehow…
The rangers engaged the monster and it's assistants. Succubus unleashed a blast of dust from his chest vents and blinded Warren so that he could deliver several strikes to the red ranger's chest.
"Warren! Quickly, blast him!" Sean shouted. He was barking orders at Warren from the fight where he was kicking and shooting in excellent rhythm.
Warren glanced at Sean. "That won't work!' he exclaimed.
Succubus slashed Warren to the ground and hit him with a cloud of energy that flipped him into the air. Sean fired at Succubus who held up Warren as a shield then fired a burst of energy dust at Sean.
"Bad shot Yellow ranger" Succubus laughed.
"Guys a little help!" Warren yowled.
Succubus hurled Warren at the approaching Mason, knocking them both down and giving him a chance to retreat. "Well, I must run rangers, by now the Mechons will have done their job and gathered all the scientists into the conference room, pretending to be ushers – sorry!"
The nozzles sucked the rangers up and blew them away – then as if his every molecule was sucked into the distance by a giant vacuum – he was gone. The conference centre locked down, huge steel panels sliding into place.
"Aw nuts" Warren groaned.
The scientists frowned. "Why has Lockdown been engaged?" a woman asked.
"You!" one of the men shouted to an usher. "What's going on here?"
The usher smiled and morphed into a Mechon. There was a laugh and in the centre of the circular room Succubus appeared. At the podium Gearbox materialized, gears and cogs of energy flitted together from nowhere and composed his body. "Ladies and Gentlemen…I hope we have your full attention…I am Gearbox and my assistants, Succubus and the Mechons, are here to ensure your full co-operation in a wonderful new career path we've selected for you…the revolution of machines against man!"
"This is insane!" a man sneered. "I'm leaving!" he stood up and headed for the door…a cyclone of light spat from Succubus' nozzle tentacles and dragged the man feet first into the backpackm squashing him into a tiny glass bubble at the back.
"Ah – I think not…we can do this the hard way if you so wish" Gearbox smirked. The room broke out into hysterics, the suction blasts flared out from the four nozzles on Succubus' extra tentacles, sucking scientists into the bubbles.
"You are incompetent! You could have blasted the…the…whatever that was!" Sean snapped as the rangers entered the command room.
"It's a Virus" Dr Fairchild said. "And would you please stop shouting? It seems Gearbox has somehow created a way to turn technology into…well…that" she pointed to the hologram of Succubus that Warren was poking. He looked a little – pouty…
"We could have stopped the incident if Warren had shown some initiative" snapped Sean.
"Back off jerk!" Warren exclaimed.
"Oh this is typical…" groaned Dr. Fairchild.
"Men" sighed Charlie and Morgan on either side of her. Commander Benson raised an eyebrow and cleared his throat. Both arguing young men stopped and looked at their commanding officer.
"This is really unsuitable behaviour…go and refresh, I'll notify you on what information we gather from the hall, we need to put a plan together and sovle this problem – if the scientists are going to be taken hostage then we can expect it to be soon"
"Thankfully there are so many of them that a transporter will need to be constructed and since the officers reviewed the hall with scanners and found no sign of one – we can assume that Gearbox will be making his Mechon forces build one…therefore we have about – 45 minutes before all the scientists are turned into slaves for Gearbox."
"They'll take them to cyber space in a machine…yes – 45 minutes is enough time to build one" Mason's usually emotionless voice sounded sad as he spoke. "They will then destroy the machine, so no one can use it to enter the special VR domain they inhabit…"
Dr. Fairchild nodded slowly. "Building one from scratch in the room we searched – it really is a clever way to take hostages…" she rose quietly and left the room, an idea in her eyes.
Warren had left the room quietly and when the rangers were back in the room that joined their quarters (with a large sofa, TV and various other comforts that had nearly shocked them into an early grave given the fact they were on board a military installation – seriously!) they began to wonder where he was.
"Perhaps he's learning to be a ranger" Sean muttered as he reread a well used copy of his Officer's Manual. "Or maybe he's fast tracking his education… kindergarten to college in twenty minutes"
"Give it a rest" Charlie muttered. "You're being pointless now"
"He's an idiot – that's the point" Sean growled.
"I thought Charlie was the one in green" Morgan said.
"I AM NOT JEALOUS OF THAT MORON!" roared Sean.
Mason poked his head out of the room he and Warren shared. "Do you mind? I am trying to learn the structure of the Mechon units"
"Look, let's all calm down, find Warren and talk this out like civilized adults" Morgan said, emphasizing her last words as she glared at Sean who glowered but looked away.
"I will go and look for him Morgan" Mason said, he smiled his sweet, innocent (blatantly naive) smile and headed for the door.
Fifteen minutes later and he hadn't returned. "Computer" Charlie said at last with a huff. "Where is Detective Carver?"
There was a beep and a feminine voice bleeped out an answer: "Detective Mason Carver, Blue CPU ranger, is in the Hologram Lab with Detective Warren Miller, Red CPU ranger – is that all Detective Charlotte Dean, Green CPU ranger?"
"Uh – yes - okay" she looked at the others. "That's a very longwinded address system…and what's with using my full name? No one does that"
"Computers don't have complete free will…if any at all" Morgan reminded her.
"Let's go find the imbecile and the space case" grunted Sean.
"Oh brother, you're such a grouch!" Morgan exclaimed.
Gearbox watched the metal frame being put together in the centre of the room by the Mechons, milling like metal ants, doing what they were told, as they were told without a single issue of what could go wrong for them with all the tools and dangerous devices around.
The scientists were tucked away in Succubus' backpack – he'd throw them into the gateway to avoid any…fusion of cellular and non-cellular matter of course. But until then they'd be better off in the backpack.
He wondered if his empress would reward him with an upgrade for this flawlessly performed operation, the conference hall was an ideal holding prison for the scientists – no one would get in or out.
"Highlight vectors T48 G91" Warren said, he was wearing a pair of heavy goggles in the blue-lit room with the incredibly detailed hologram floating before him. "Identify"
"An air vent" Mason said at the same time as the computer remorted.
"Not likely to have been locked over" smiled Warren. "Extend Hologram to Base proportion 418" he added.
The hologram spread out across the lit floor and built up around him as the podium it had been on retracted into the air. Warren examined it. "Got it!" he exclaimed. "Saffron Marker on vectors X19 by K43, Scarlet, Cerulean and Jade markers on vector T66 by A12… crimson marker on L19 by E42 - please"
The coloured dots appeared in various places on the hologram. "Got it!" smiled Warren.
That was the exact moment the others entered.
"What are you doing?" groaned Charlie.
"I've figured a way into the conference centre" smiled Warren.
"We aren't getting dressed up like pizza delivery people" growled Sean. "We don't have time for your games!"
"Actually, the computer has run Warren's scenario several times, it is perfectly valid" Mason said as he removed his goggles.
"Let's show it to the commander then" Morgan said cheerfully. Warren grinned.
Sean grumbled as he stood, morphed, atop the garage opposite the conference hall. "All clear here" he said as he checked his blaster over.
Inside the cramped vents the others were crawling along, following routes displayed by their helmets. "We're approaching the first drop point now, stick to the plan, raidio silence from now until we're all in position" Warren said into his morpher. "Out"
"Out" Sean said quietly.
Morgan dropped out of formation and down a side vent with a thumbs up to her friends. The other three moved to the next vent and slipped out of three separate points. Charlie drew her blaster and crouched behind the parapet of the second level. The scientists were being released from Succubus' tank and herded by Mechons to the centre of the room where a large metal ring was supported in the air by curved steel supports that were covered in wires. Energy crackled in the ring above.
"Gentlemen" smirked Gearbox. "You are about to embark on a wonderful journey to the palace of the Revolutionary…shackled of course – but free to express all those illegal robotics weaponry ideas." He raised his cane which had a gear on the top. "Cogs speed gentlemen."
"NOW!" exclaimed Warren. He fired at Gearbox as Charlie blasted Succubus. Morgan kicked open the doors of the power room next door and cut all the power off, unlocking the lockdown.
"What? THE RANGERS!" roared Gearbox. "NOOOOOOO"
"I believe that's a clichéd response" Mason said as he vaulted downwards in a blur of speed off the parapet to kick Gearbox with a gliding strike. The robot spun his cane, the wheel on top grew out and started to spin. He swung but met the blue Cyber staff with a crash of light.
"I'll take you all apart"
"You'll find it a lot more difficult" warned Mason. The staffs met in super fast strikes as Gearbox and the Blue ranger fought. Blasts of yellow light came in the windows, shooting down the Mechons surrounding the doors.
The scope on his Binary Blaster was perfectly calibrated, Sean had the udeal vantage point to secure the escape of the scientists out of the room and down the glass corridor. Mechons fell as he fired.
Warren tackled Succubus with his baton. "You're ruining my primary objective!" roared Succubus.
"Yeah but you'll be trashed so…what do you care?" Warren spun and slashed out with his baton, hurling the monster away with the force of the strike. It crashed onto the street and Warren leapt after it.
Sean descended onto the street to join him. "This plan…worked" Sean said.
"Don't strain yourself for complements" muttered Warren. Using their batons the yellow and red rangers charged the monster, striking with rapid hits and jabs from all angles.
Succubus fired off his suction cannons and dragged a crowd of Mechons into his body. "That was kinda pointless" Warren said. "You zapped your own troops"
"Yeah – didn't I…" smirked Succubus.
Charlie and Morgan blasted the last of the Mechons with their pistols and batons. "Mason!" Morgan exclaimed as she saw the blue ranger get thrown down by Gearbox.
"I must be off Rangers…say goodbye to your city for me" sneered the cyborg with the cog shaped face plate. There was a flash of light and he vanished.
"Are you okay?" Charlie asked.
"I am all right" nodded Mason. "We must help Sean and Warren!"
They leapt out into the fight as Succubus aimed his tentacles at them. "Ah – good – you're all here! Well, say hello to my recycling program" the Virus fired off his payload, the Mechon's had been scrunched up into their headplates and came flying at the targets like cannonballs.
The rangers were hurled into the air.
"I've had enough of this guy!" Warren exclaimed. "Okay – who's up for power weapons?" He held out his force Axe and the team combined their devices. "Hey – vacuum face… suck on this!" he pulled the trigger
Vectress rose swiftly as the energy blast impacted with her virus and turned him into a cloud of floating particles. "They think this is over?" she laughed. "Don't they view history vids?"
With a sneer she walked over to her console. "System Reboot Signal engaged – Viral Data recovery online!" she snapped, typing in a command and adjusting three switches before pushing down on a glowing green button.
"Time to clean up" she smiled darkly.
The green energy sphere formed in the cloud of particles and exploded into a cloud of electricity.
"What's that!" Charlie exclaimed.
"Bad news" Sean replied.
The green lines appeared over the black blob, a 3D image of Succubus appeared, shards of his former self plated across it and with a roar he was reformed.
"Well…this looks bad" sighed Morgan.
"Hey Commander! You'll never believe-" Warren began
"The monster became a gigantic tyrant after you destroyed it?"
"How did you-"
"He looked out the window Warren" Dr. Fairchild sighed. "You'll need the Zords… here they come"
The zords sped out of their holding unit. Using cybernetic agility and speed the rangers leapt onto them.
"Rangers" The commander appeared in one screen and Dr. Fairchild in the other on opposite sides of the control rooms in the zords. "You'll need to form the CPU megazord"
"Place your morphers on the panels beside your steering units and push them down" the rangers did so and systems all around them flashed on line.
"The zord will be enough to turn the virus into pixels" Dr. Fairweather said. "Try and keep the property damage to a minimum please…"
"No promises" Charlie said. Her patrol car and Warren's unit connected and as she formed the legs of the zord she raised the red chest plate up. The Pink ranger's racer launched onto the arm area and the Yellow Cycle did the same. The blue ranger landed, slotting into the back and forming the head.
"You think you're all that? Well your not!" Succubus roared as he spewed energy dust out. The blast of light washed over the zord.
"The shielding is withstanding the attack" Charlie reported from her control point.
"Weapons to full power" Sean replied.
"Let's see" Warren said as he reviewed the instructions on the screen. "How about this…Turbo charged Power Punch!" he tapped the controls.
"Allow me" Morgan sighed as she took over at the console before her. The right arm her racer composed crackled with pink energy and the bumper snapped down over the fist. The glowing power fist slammed out and Succubus was sent flying.
"Let's finish this" Sean said. "Cycle Cutter!" the left arm made by the cycle let the wheel snap back into place over the fist and start to spin, yellow power built up in small particles. The Zord slashed down as Succubus tumbled towards earth. His body flashed and a yellow line crossed his body.
"Sayonara" Sean saluted.
Succubus flashed black, outlined with white – energy burst from his body and he shattered like class in a single explosion of flame that reflected off the shining zord.
"I think he's done" smiled Mason.
Warren pointed his morpher at the particles in the air, the badge glowed and sucked the remnants of Succubus in. There was a buzz and a disk popped out, on it Succubus beat at the surface, trying to escape.
The Commander advanced on the team who had demorphed and saluted. "Well done team" he smiled. "That's one virus out of our system…the scientists are all accounted for. The plan went off perfectly."
"Good job Warren" Morgan smiled.
"Yeah not bad" Charlie muttered.
"It was…satisfactory" Sean said. Warren patted him on the back.
"Y'see Sean? I'm actually quite responsible and mature deep down and all I need is for that to be recognized" Warren grinned.
"I suppose you are – mature and - reasonable" Sean said, apparently hating what he had to say. He walked back towards the SUV, totally oblivious to the sign reading "TIGHTLY WOUND TIGHT WAD" on the back of his suit
"S-" Mason found Warren's hand over his mouth.
"I'm mature and responsible…just not all the time" Warren chuckled. He looked at Mason. "let's see who tells him first - Huh?"
Mason blinked. "You're an unusual person"
"Yeah" smiled Warren.
"MILLLLLLLLEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRR" Sean roared.
"I suspect you may also be an unusual person in traction within a few moments" Mason added.
"Yeah – gotta run" Warren raced off with Sean hot on his heels. They ran past the commander, Morgan and Charlie.
"You are dead Miller!" Sean snarled.
"Catch me if you can!" Warren cackled.
"I suppose a little maturity was out of the question?" Charlie sighed.
TBC
Okay, thanks to all my reviewers if this makes it to chapter five (as of yet untitled but outlined) I'll make sure to address you properly but as this is a holiday post...well I'm still lazy from turkey and ham consumption. Thanks
I'd love to hear from anyone who's read this whatever you want to say: constructive criticism (flames are laughed at), favourite characters, questions, theories, quotes you liked, past rangers you expect to see or don't want to (of course there will be time travelling I'm afraid) and so on and so forth
Merry Xmas