Episode 8 - The Yellow Streak, Part 2

"What was she all worked up about?" Matthew asked as Natalie walked back, the last trace of Tanya's teleportation vanishing into the air.

"Her sister isn't responding to any of her calls - she's just worried," Natalie briefly explained.

"Why?" Matthew asked.

"Her dad's back in town."

"Her dad?" Matthew questioned. His response was a slight nod. Matthew side glanced at the others, where Savage and Isaac were talking about the Howlers, and various details that Matthew couldn't care less about. MUTT had gone off to work on the Zord repairs, and Kyle looked ready to fall asleep with Savage's and Isaac's voices around him.

Gesturing for Natalie to follow him, Matthew moved over to one side of the command Den, his hands returning to his pockets. Natalie quickly followed, adjusting some of her hair behind her ear. "You really think it's a good idea for her to go alone to check on her sister?" Matthew asked, adding, "We don't even know if there was an after affect from that dagger."

"Look at you, thinking ahead," Natalie commented, though only received a glare from Matthew in response. Natalie rolled her eyes, saying, "Look, why don't you go check on her? The rest of us are kind of tied up here. Kyle needs to rest, and me and Isaac need to be stay in case Horror decides to through another fucker at us."

"Fine," Matthew said, before he turned to look over at Savage. "Yo, Savage. Need a teleport to where Tanya ended up. Gotta check on her."

Savage paused from answering a question from Isaac, side glancing at Matthew before gesturing for MUTT to teleport Matthew.

"So, heightened senses are a side effect from the Howler?" Isaac asked, getting right back into the beat of his questions.

"Yes, inherited from the Ancient Warriors," Savage answered.

"Really hope we'd had some kind of healing factor.. or at least heal faster. Then we'd be like the Flash…" Kyle muttered as he tried to move his hand, though stopped when pain flared up.

"Healing factor is Wolverine and Deadpool and shit," Natalie called over.

"The Flash is better!"

"At least Wolverine's consistent with actors."

"...Fuck you."

Matthew stumbled slightly when he arrived at.. wherever he had ended up, and looked around, finding himself in an alley. "Huh.. no homeless guy trying to stab me," He muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walked down the alley. "Then again, they probably think its some type of drug trip."

Matthew paused upon leaving the alley, looking up and down the path. The distinctive sound of a siren was close, but he didn't think much of it for now.

That was until two more police cruisers rushed passed him, sirens blaring as they turned a corner, going down a corner and out of Matthew's line of sight. But whatever they were going, Matthew could hear they were heading towards the other sirens…

He sighed lowly, saying, "Isaac would do something 'heroic' or some shit and I'd get my ass chewed out if I didn't."

He glanced up the road, before rolling his eyes and began jogging towards the source. "Fuckers…" He uttered under his breath as he jogged closer. The sirens starting to ring louder in his ear his enhanced hearing didn't help matters either.

He came to a stop when he came to where the cruisers had gathered - at the front of an apartment complex - officers either standing beside the open doors of their cruisers, or making sure the gathering crowd of civilians didn't move past the barriers. Judging by the various iPhones and Andriods in their hands, they were trying to get a picture of something.

"Well…this can't be good," Matthew muttered, before he quickly walked down the path and eventually joined the crowd, trying to push his way to the front.

When the crowds proved to be too much of a pain, Matthew gave up and turned to look at one of the people beside him. A teen, barely above his own age, wearing a dark green shirt under a grey jacket, and brown hair that was styled to look like he just got up from bed.

"What's going on here?" He asked.

The other teen glanced at Matthew, before he responded, "One of the Ranger fuckers is in the building, holding someone hostage or some shit like that."

Matthew nodded slightly, sparing a glare at the teen. But on the inside, he was shitting himself.

"Fucks sake Tanya…" He muttered darkly, slipping free of the crowd and moving down the road. His eyes scanned the area, seeing that the cruisers were focused around the main entrance to the complex, leaving the sides-at least the side he was going down-bare.

Moving down the alley beside the complex, Mathew ensured he was alone, and there wasn't any sleeping homeless hiding inside a dumpster. Once he was sure, he stepped back and raised his Howler across his chest.

"United, we Howl," He quickly muttered, before a column of light came from him, covering him entirely. Moments later, he was armored up, the dark blue, black and silver uniform standing out against the browns and greys of the walls, while his helmet looked around, several parts of a HUD popping up.

"Huh…this is new…" Matthew said to himself, but put that to one side. He'd pull an Isaac when he was back at the Den.

Shaking his head slightly, Matthew looked up to the side of the building and finally noticed something. Though it was faint, a thin trail of yellow 'smoke' floated through the air, coming from the apartment complex, from an open window from the sixth floor.

"That better be her…" He muttered, before he looked over the wall of the complex. There wasn't any emergency exit set of stairs or ladders on this side, so that ruled that option out.

Another idea sparked in his head.

"Where's Jackass when you need them?" Matthew asked himself as he stepped back, feeling the back of his foot bump into the opposite wall. The extra few feet of space may make all the difference.. he'd soon find out.

Tilting his head to one side, then the other, resulting in a faint crack from both movements, Matthew ran forward and jumped at the last moment. Turns out, the power from the Howler was more effective than he anticipated, and he jumped off from the wall beside the complex, propelling him further.

Matthew had imagined that he'd rolled through the window, landing gracefully in the 'super hero landing' pose. But the result was.. a little different.

He smashed through the large window, sure, but the ending was different - he landed on his back, smashing right through a small coffee table. Glass and wood shards surrounded him, as Matthew groaned under his breath.

"That hurt like a bitch," Matthew grunted, rolling onto his side, getting a look at the shattered window and ruined coffee table. "I'm not paying for that," He bluntly said, before he heard movement to his side and looked over.

Three people stood there, one was an old man, lying on the ground, covered in blood, with another person, a woman- a fucking bomb as well, Matthew thought - who looked absolutely terrified, and he wasn't sure if the current shade of her skin was naturally this pale.

Then he turned to look at the last figure - Tanya, all armored up in her yellow, black and silver armor - one hand had a fistful of the man's shirt and had one arm raised, ready to punch him. From the looks of it, a finishing blow.

But she was looking over her shoulder, the visor obscuring her eyes, but Matthew could tell she was trying to burn holes in his head.

Never breaking eye contact, if he was even making eye contact, Matthew slowly pushed himself up, thankful he couldn't feel any of the wooden shards that were trying to push into his palm. "Tanya…" He said slowly, brushing the glass from his shoulder with one hand, while he held the other hand out defensively.

The yellow-clad Warrior snarled, catching Matthew off guard and causing him to take a step back as a response. She turned her gaze back to the man in her grasp. She raised her tightly wound fist a bit, and went to bring it down - hard.

"Tanya!" Matthew said firmly, taking two steps forward. A small amount of glass crunched under his foot.

The Warrior turned back sharply at the sharp tone, and finally let go of Fredrick's shirt. His body collapsed onto the ground, his breathing irregular and shallow. Tanya turned around slowly, her hand gripping the curved blade and bringing it up to rest on her shoulder, a low snarl escaping her.

"Something's happened to you.. hasn't it?" Matthew said slowly, letting a few seconds of silence pass before he added, "Well, of course something's happened to you, clearly, something's fucked you up, big time, and you've gone on this fucking.. whatever it is. Attacking the old fucker! That's it! And-"

Matthew was cut short when Tanya rushed forward and tackled down, discarding her curved blade and tackling the two of them to the ground. He quickly brought his arms crossed over his head, blocking the rapid and wild punches.

Grabbing onto one wrist as the fists came flying towards him, Matthew used the force and power he had at his disposal to throw Tanya across the room, her body coming to rest at the base of the window he had broken through.

Tanya snarled and went to get to her feet, but Matthew rushed forward and tackled her forcefully, sending the two of them flying through the window, taking some of the glass shards with them as they fell to the ground.

"Shittt!" Matthew exclaimed as they fell through the air, colliding with the ground in mere seconds. A faint crater in the concrete pavement. Thankfully, for Matthew anyway, he had Tanya to cushion his fall, but it didn't work that well.

"Fuck…" He groaned lowly, rolling off of the other Warrior and lying on his back, trying to sit up. "Fuck, that hurt. I'll leave the 'saving civilian' shit for Isaac or whoever."

He quickly looked to the side at Tanya, but was quickly greeted with a flying fist and he was lying flat against the ground momentarily. She tried to jump him, but he quickly dug his feet up into her gut, sending her flying over him.

Tanya tried to recover after landing roughly, and Matthew quickly got to his feet, the two facing one another, Matthew slightly hunched to get a better stance, with Tanya adopting a similar stance, facing Matthew fully.

It was at that moment Matthew heard sound to his right, and saw the crowd and officers from earlier were now looking at them, the civilians taking pictures and videos while the officers quickly moved the barriers to keep them away.

"Well…shit…" Matthew said to himself.

"Isaac, with all due respect, please shut the fuck up?" Kyle asked, rubbing his temples as he glared across at the named teen, as he spoke to Savage. "You're giving me a migraine."

Isaac rolled his eyes slightly, glancing back at the chair Kyle had taken, before he responded, "Fine. Figured I've learnt all I'm going to remember today, anyway."

Natalie chuckled slightly, leaning over the desks and computers, smirking as the other two argued - must have been a guy thing. She looked at her side, where MUTT had yet to look away from the computer screen he had been working on, his fingers moving as a blur over the keyboard. "Any progress on the Zords, MUTT?"

"Once I get to 95%, the rest of the process should be momentarily," MUTT responded, never looking away from the screen, nor did his fingers stop tapping at the keyboard. Natalie was sure that the letters on the keyboard would be long gone by now.

Kyle was ready to fall asleep, when the feeling of his phone vibrating against his leg caught his attention. He reached down to his pocket and pulled the phone free, unlocking the screen.

When he saw his notifications, his eyes widened, exclaiming, "Shit!"

Isaac, Savage and Natalie flinched slightly at the sudden shout, before Savage asked, "What is it?"

"It's Tanya and Matt," Kyle said, glancing up from his phone. He turned it around and said, "Someone's got a live stream of them fighting in the middle of a street."

Isaac and Natalie moved back over to Kyle and saw the video streaming on his phone. Sure enough, despite the quality looking like that of a potato, they could make out the distinctive shapes of Matthew and Tanya, both armored up and throwing punches and kicks at one another.

"Shit…" Isaac said lowly, before side glancing at Natalie, as she too sharing the same look with Isaac. "Reckon this could be something to do with that dagger, Savage?" He asked, looking back at the wolf.

"I fear that it is the reason," Savage said, turning back and walking over to a free computer, and added, "You need to subdue her and bring her back here, so I can analysis her and try and form an antidote."

"What happened to that dagger from the Bitch Demon? Isn't that still around here?" Natalie asked, walking around the central command podium, trying to find where the black dagger had been placed.

"Here is it," Isaac said, gesturing to one of the boxes stacked to one side and approached the pile. Sure enough, the small black dagger was propped on one of the boxes, Tanya's blood still dried onto the blade.

Though just as he went to grab it, the blade suddenly evaporated into shadows, floating around for a few seconds before vanishing completely. "Ok.. what the fuck was that?"

Savage looked just as the blade turned to shadow, and growled under his breath. "Dammit. Forgot the blades don't last long without the she-Demon."

"Alright then, Plan B," Isaac said, before he gestured to Natalie, "Nat, you try and help Matthew, and try and keep Tanya from hurting anyone. Kyle," He looked towards the other human, "when you're ready, see if you can help."

"What are you going to do?" Kyle asked, slowly getting off of the table, still holding his partially broken hand close to his side.

"I'm going to see if I can get another one of them daggers," Isaac said.

"Are you insane? You'll more than likely get killed with a dagger than getting away with it," Savage commented, moving away from MUTT and approaching the Red Warrior.

"You got any better ideas?" Isaac questioned.

"Give me some time and I'll see what I can do with the samples of blood I took from Tanya," Savage explained, gesturing behind him. Beside MUTT, a single vial of blood was connected into a device, similar to that of a USB hub.

"And will it be quicker with the help of a dagger?" Isaac asked, glaring at Savage challengingly.

Savage glared evenly at Isaac, the two glaring at one another for a few moments before Savage finally broke the silence. "You'll struggle to get Batibat to come to this Realm," He said.

"I'll find a way," Isaac said evenly, a slight smirk twitching at the corner of his lips before it went away again. He glanced over at Natalie, asking, "Still up for helping them?"

"On it," Natalie said, glancing at MUTT for conformation. The robot didn't look towards Natalie, though one hand moved to another keyboard and moments later, Natalie was enveloped in a column of white light, before vanishing altogether.

"How do you intend to bright her into this Realm?" Savage questioned as Isaac began walking towards the door to the front of the Den.

"I'll find a way," Isaac replied bluntly, before he left the Den, leaving just the sound of MUTT's frantic typing to fill the air.

"You could go help him, you know," MUTT commented.

"He needs to learn the hard way," Savage said firmly, turning away and walking off.

Matthew was thrown back against the wall of the apartment complex, creating a faint dent where he hit, shaking his head. He quickly ducked to the side as Tanya threw her latest punch at where Matthew's head had been moments earlier.

"Jesus, Tanya! I'm on your side!" Matthew exclaimed, ducking and dodging the punches as best he could, grabbing onto her wrist as one punch was thrown and driving his knee up into her gut.

Tanya grunted loudly in pain, keeling over slightly over Matthew's knee, though used this position to tackle Matthew to the ground. She quickly straddled his hips, punning one of his arms beneath his knee, and tried to throw punches at the now pinned Blue Warrior.

Though she managed to land a few on him, she didn't get many before a column of white light came crashing to the ground beside the two fighting Warriors.

"Finally," Matthew grunted under his breath, just as another punch sent his head knocking against the street.

From the light, Natalie, fully armored up in her White Omega Warrior armor, rushed forward and delivered a double legged kick to Tanya's side. The momentum carried Natalie a few feet with Tanya as the two rolled across the ground, though Natalie managed to right herself quickly while Tanya came to a stop about ten feet further along.

"Took you long enough," Matthew said as he jumped to his feet, quickly joining Natalie's side as the White Warrior got up again.

"Just be thankful I came," Natalie shot back, shifting her eyes from Tanya to the surrounding civilians and police. "We need to get them out of here - if they get hurt, we'll have the police and the feds up our ass."

"Where's Isaac?" Matthew questioned.

"Trying to find a way to help Tanya," She responded, her stance tensing when Tanya got to her feet, shaking stars from her vision and turned her focus back on the now Blue and White Warriors.

"Well, he better fucking hurry. Because she isn't going to stop," Matthew said, shifting into a defensive stance as Tanya ran at them, the curved blade returning to her hands. Matthew and Natalie both drew their respective weapons, Matthew adding, "Try not to hurt her.. not too much."

The two quickly shifted stances as Tanya jumped before them, bringing the weapon down with a war cry.

"I think one of the Warriors is trying to get our attention."

Batibat glanced at the entrance to her personal cavern, seeing Fear standing there with his arms folded behind his back. "And what makes you think that?" She questioned, turning her attention to back to her dagger, carefully turning it in her fingers, before bringing it to rest on the mounting point on the wall.

Fear leaned against the side of the entrance, brushing a bit of dust that fell from the cave's ceiling, off his shoulder, as he said, "Well, he seems to be heading towards the place where you last met."

"The Valley of the Dead?" Batibat questioned, turning back to look at Fear, one of her eyebrows raised ever so slightly. Fear's response was a single, silent nod. The she-Demon was quiet for a few moments, before she turned to her weapons again. "Well, are you going to try and kill him again? Or does it depend on which Warrior they are?"

"I'll let you take on the Red Warrior since, after the Yellow Warrior, I figured you want to settle a score, I believe the saying goes."

At the mention of the Red Warrior, Batibat's eyes narrowed slightly, her hand slowly moving up to one of her daggers, taking it from the wall mount. Her fingers carefully traced along the sharpened edge of the weapon.

"An offer such as this? That is hard to refuse…" She said slowly, flicking the dagger upside down and carefully sheathing it beneath her smoke-like clothing.

She grabbed a few more daggers and slotted them into holsters and sheaths under her clothing, before turning sharply. She glanced at Fear, borderline glared at him, before passing him and walking down the cavern, approaching the safe place where she could create a portal.

Fear watched her as she left, a small smirk crossing his otherwise cold, stone-like expression. "You never could refuse something like that…" He muttered under his breath, pushing himself off of the wall and began walking the other way.

"Pride will be your downfall…"

Isaac walked through the forest, stepping over fallen logs and stepping around bushes as he made his way further into the forest. His eyes were focused solely on the path he was mentally making for himself ahead of him.

"How the fuck am I going to get that bitch here?" Isaac muttered to himself, glancing around as he walked, having that paranoid feeling that someone was watching him. He knew there wasn't, hopefully, but.. there was always that feeling.

However, when a twig snapped to the side, Isaac stopped and looked around, trying to look for any movement. He did see some but, it turned out to be just leaves of the trees he had stopped between. Nothing that said that there was anyone else here…

The sound of leafs crunching behind him caught his attention, and he ducked, seeing a small, black blade cut above his head - what would have been his neck if he hadn't moved in time.

Stepping back, he shifted into a fighting stance as the Wolkein turned around sharply, shifting into a more hunched back stance; a disembodied, gravely noise escaped from wherever its mouth was, sounding like a deathly groan.

Isaac looked around, and found more Wolkeins appearing, traces of black-and-green smoke still coming off some of them, as they moved in to surround the Warrior.

"Really should have expected it," Isaac told himself as he looked around, seeing any exits he would have taken were blocked off by the Wolkeins closing in.

"Well, well…little far from your pack, aren't we?" A feminine, sly voice questioned.

Turning around slightly, Isaac's face hardened slightly as Batibat approached; the Wolkeins either side of her moving to give her room, her smoke-like dress floating weightlessly behind her. A smug smirk was plastered across her pale face, as her eyes glided over the human before them.

"Stalking me now?" Isaac asked flatly, glancing to either side to keep the Wolkeins in sight as they shifted from one foot to the other, low growls and groans overlapping one another.

"I have better things to do with my time," Batibat said distastefully, rolling her eyes before turning back to glaring at Isaac. "I have a score to settle with you Warriors, and what better to fight their leader?"

"Worst mistake of your life," Isaac said under his breath, slowly raising his wrist to cross his chest, sliding his sleeve down to get access to the Howler.

"Go! Soften him up," Batibat breezed, gesturing towards Isaac. The Wolkeins charged at the command, quickly closing the gap towards the Red Warrior.

"United, we Howl!" Isaac called, pressing his Howler and immediately, was enclosed in a column of red light. The impact of the column sending a few of the close Wolkeins flying back, colliding into trees and following to the ground.

The light vanished as quickly as it had appeared, and Isaac was revealed in his Warrior form. twirling the sword in one hand for a moment, before righting it and gripping the sword handle with both hands.

The Wolkeins quickly rushed forward, surrounding Isaac and daggers were sent flying in his direction. Isaac ducked and swerved to avoid getting struck by the daggers, blocking some with his forearm and slashing his sword across their exposed torsos.

Bodies started to fall around Isaac as he defended himself, though his defenses started to crumble. A few attacks landed on his person, sending sparks flying from the connection. Isaac quickly turned and struck the Wolkeins, spilling their blood and sending them falling back.

"Ah!" He grunted in pain, as one particularly painful blow was struck to the back of his shoulder. He fell forward slightly, falling down onto one knee before swinging the sword to his side, striking two Wolkeins across the chest and sending them flying back.

"Enough," Batibat said, flicking her wrist and snapping her fingers. The sound echoing faintly through the forest.

The Wolkeins froze where they stood, some with their daggers raised around Isaac's body. Their arms relaxed to their sides, and they backed away. Leaving a kneeling Isaac, panting heavily through his voice modulator."What? Get your grunts to soften me up, then try and kill me?" Isaac said lowly, raising his head to look up at the approaching Batibat.

The she-Demon smirked audibly, rolling her eyes as she gathered a small dagger from behind her person, the Wolkeins having backed off entirely. Some even returning through black-and-green portals.

Standing before Isaac now, Batibat slowly crouched down to nearly eye level with the Warrior's visor. She tilted her head slightly, as if trying to see through the visor, as she slowly moved the dagger, gently raising the sharpened blade edge against the chin of the helmet.

Isaac's head rose ever so slightly with the dagger, lifting his gaze up to meet Batibat's. "I'm gonna need that," Isaac said lowly, one arm carefully wrapped around his bruised stomach.

"As if I would give you this," Batibat mused, slowly dragging the dagger's edge across his helmet's chin, leaving a faint groove of silver among the dark red. "I already lost one dagger to Oktrix. I don't intend on losing another."

"Okt.. who the fuck.. actually, never mind," Isaac grunted, releasing his sword handle and snatched the blade of Batibat's extended dagger. Batibat's eyes widened, though her reactions weren't quick enough to avoid Isaac's forceful head-butt, driving his helmet against her smug smirk-less face.

Hissing in pain, Batibat stumbled back a few steps, covering her face with her free hand, before lifting her fire-filled eyes at the spot where Isaac was kneeling. Or.. rather, had been kneeling.

He had pushed himself up onto his feet, and delivered a flying knee to Batibat. The knee connected, sending Batibat sliding backwards along the ground until she collided into a tree.

Snarling, Batibat gripped the bark of the tree with such force that it crunched under her fingers, as she suddenly surged forward. A faint trail of smoke following her as she shifted across the area, slamming a fist forward.

Isaac barely dropped and rolled to one side before the fist flew through the space he was occupying, slamming into the tree he stood in front of. The impact was split across the middle, sending the top half of the tree falling to the ground with a great groan of wood.

Isaac quickly scrambled to his feet and ran off, vanishing into a red blur as he tried to put as much space between himself and Batibat. The She-Demon's sharp eyes watched the blur as it rushed off, and she quickly followed. Turning in a blur of shadowy black in turn, looking like Isaac's shadow.

"What part of leave don't you lot fucking understand?!" Matthew shouted as he pushed himself to his feet, looking towards the crowd of civilians. The police were trying to get them back, but not fast enough.

He heard a modified shout of panic, and looked around, ducking to avoid Natalie's body flying over him, flipping over multiple times before landing on one of the cruisers' bonnets. The pitch and volume of the sirens changed drastically, and smoke began to flow from under the bonnet.

"Oh, that is it," Natalie grunted, pushing herself off of the bonnet. A low growl escaping the modulator, as she slid off of to the side, with the civilians trying to get closer.

Natalie disappeared behind the cruiser, and Matthew took a step back when the cruiser began to groan and the wheels began to lift from the road.

"Shit…" Matthew said in amazement, as Natalie appeared beneath the cruiser, crouching at first, before straining to rise to a hunched over stance. The crowds were all pushed back further as she brought the cruiser up.

"Hey! Put that down!" One of the officers shouted, trying to step forward. Though one glance over Natalie's shoulders stopped him in his tracks, faltering slightly.

"You want me to put it down?" Natalie asked, gritting her teeth. She had thought she would try this out, but she really should have checked with MUTT first. "Fine."

Straining further, Natalie crouched a bit before suddenly pushed up with her arms and back. The cruiser was sent flying through the air, the siren still rising and lowering in pitch. It flew clean over Matthew, at least ten feet above his head-he still ducked a little, though-as it went flying towards Tanya.

Tanya stopped her running, lifting her head up slightly, just in time for the front license plate to crash into her visor. The cruiser rolled over her, carrying her along the road at least a hundred feet. Bits of glass and shards of metal flew off in all directions as the cruiser rolled, with the occasion flash of yellow among the white and blue of the cruiser.

When the cruiser finally came to a stop, the siren was finally cut and silence filled the road.

"I said incapacitate her, not throw a FUCKING cruiser at her!" Matthew exclaimed, as Natalie slowly drew closer, one hand resting on her hip.

"My back feels fucked right now. Right now, she's lucky to not being choked in my bare hands," Natalie responded, looking to the now destroyed cruiser.

"Let's just get her back to the Den." Matthew glanced over at Natalie one last time, before he tapped his Howler and said, "MUTT, we need a teleport. Tanya's out of it right now, so, we need it ASAP."

"Isaac needs your help right now, Matthew. I'll bring Natalie and Tanya back here," MUTT's voice responded.

Matthew and Natalie glanced at one another, and Matthew said, "Alright, just hurry the fuck up."

Isaac ran through the forest, side-stepping to avoid trees and rocks, his feet seemingly guiding themselves around roots and stones, moving as a blur of red among the browns and greens of the forest around him.

"MUTT! I've got the dagger - any day now!" Isaac said into his Howler, jumping up and kicking himself off a thick-trunk tree, sending him flying off in another direction., looking like a deep red blur in the shape of an 'L', hoping to throw Batibat off with a sharp turn.

"We're sending Matthew to help you," Savage's voice replied. "We're trying to keep Tanya subdued."

"Well, hurry the fuck up!" Isaac shouted into the Howler, before he shouted suddenly. He had missed one of the upturned roots, jutting out of the ground.

Stumbling, Isaac lost his balance and rolled across the grass and mud, kicking up patches of grass and getting covered in mud in the process. When he finally came to rest, a shooting pain came from his right leg, causing him to groan loudly in pain.

"Fucking hell!" He exclaimed, trying to get to his feet, but found he couldn't put nowhere near as much weight on his twisted ankle as he would have liked. He tried to limp forward a few steps, but he was pushed to the ground once again.

He quickly shifted himself around to find a swirling black mass of smoke floating behind him, yet Isaac had a feeling this couldn't lead to anything good. From the swirling black smoke, Batibat slowly stepped forward, her pale features standing out first against the darkness, as she stepped onto the surface.

"You humans are nothing more than pests, a disease, plaguing the world my Master requires…" Batibat snarled, stepping forward, drawing another blade from behind her trench-coat like cloth, running her hand along the short blade. The blade steel extended slowly, in time with her hand movement, stopping once the blade was around two and a half feet in length.

"Why is it that you fuckers always want the planet? We've fucked it up enough, so you can't do much worse," Isaac grunted, trying to shift backwards; shuffling across the grass.

He stopped, however, when the tip of the blade made contact with his shoulder, digging in slightly. Thanks to the armored form he wore, the damage was significantly less than it could have been. Still, that didn't stop him from grunting in pain, his free hand trying to grab onto the blade and ease the pressure.

"Like I would tell a lowly human, pretending to be a Warrior…" Batibat hissed lowly, narrowing her eyes as she pressed harder. The blade digging into his shoulder, electing another grunt from the human. "Though I find the noises you make.. enjoyable."

"Fucking hell…" Isaac grunted quietly, trying to shift away, but failing to do so. Got a fucking dominatrix here, he thought darkly.

His thoughts were interested, however, when a flash of blue light to the far side caught his eye. He turned to look at the source, he saw a streak of blue shot towards them and collided with Batibat; kicking into her side, sending the she-Demon flying into a tree. Resulting in her body slumping at the base, a large crack appearing in the tree.

"Never thought I'd be happy to see you," Isaac said dryly, rubbing the point where the blade tip had tried to stab through. He was sure there was blood.

"Nice to see you, too," Matthew replied shortly, before stepping back and offering a hand for Isaac to take. Isaac reached a hand up, grabbing Matthew's forearm and using him to help pull himself to his feet. Though he favoured his twisted foot, saying, "Gonna need help, my ankle got fucked."

"What's with you and leg injures?" Matthew asked, but shook his head and put Isaac's arm around his shoulders, hauling him to a better stance.

"Hey, I got what we needed," Isaac shot back, raising his other hand to show the dagger, still firmly held by the handle.

"Let's get out of here before the bitch gets up," Matthew said, raising his Howler to his helmet. Before he could make the call, however, a low hiss from the side caught both his and Isaac's attention.

Batibat pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, raising her head. Her usually acid-green, snake-like eyes were entirely the sickly green colour, her pupils narrowed to such a degree that they seemed non-existent.

"Think she's pissed?" Matthew asked, sarcasm in his tone.

"No shit," Isaac replied, before he was helped over to another tree, and rested against it. Matthew quickly turned back around, shifting into a defensive stance. And it was at in that moment, Batibat rushed forward in a blur of shadows.

Matthew rushed at her in turn, disappearing in a blur of blue, the two tearing up grass and mud before colliding, Batibat throwing Matthew off and the two were propelled to one side. A few punches were thrown on either side before they parted, both landing on their feet.

Batibat was first to react, rushing forward to throw a series of punches at Matthew, who raised his forearms to block as many of the attacks as he could. He threw a couple in retaliation, ducking to try and avoid a couple of higher punches.

The further the punches progressed, Matthew noticed Batibat was growing more and more wild; her punches harder, but growing wider and less defensive. He tried to figure out a plan, to use this to his advantage.

He grabbed onto her wrist when he blocked the punch with his forearm, and grabbed it with his other hand. Firmly held in both hands, he twisted around and flipped Batibat over his shoulder, an angered hiss escaping Batibat as she was sent flying over his body. She faltered slightly when her body collided with the solid ground.

Matthew quickly wrapped one leg around Batibat's arm, while the other one moved over her neck to keep her head pinned, and pulled himself down to keep Batibat in an arm lock. Pulling it harder, hoping to cause at least some damage to the she-Demon.

A rare feeling, pain, started to spike in Batibat as her arm began to strain in a direction it wasn't supposed to go in, before her eyes snapped open and she suddenly evaporated into a cloud of smoke. Matthew's grip on her arm and body suddenly went, his legs falling onto the ground and his hands closing around air.

"What the-?!" He exclaimed, looking around at the smoke that surrounded him, before he fell his arms pulled apart and pinned to the ground. He was then lifted, again from his wrists, into a standing position and further; his feet straining to stay on the ground.

The smoke slowly solidified again, and the first thing he saw was the burning glare in Batibat's eyes. Her grip tightened around his wrists, and Matthew found himself flung across the forest, flying through the air, avoiding all the trees until he came to a stop.

Another tree had fallen, split in half, with the top half falling off onto the ground.

Matthew lay at the ground, groaning lowly, as he shook his head, pushing himself to his hands. "Motherfucker," He grunted, before he raised his Howler to his mouth-piece and grunted, "MUTT. Teleport - now!"

He looked up at the sudden snarl, and saw Batibat rushing at him. Her legs, which pounded the ground forcefully, started to blur into the black shadow streak.

"Shit!" Matthew exclaimed, before he found himself enveloped in blue light, just as Batibat drove a double-leg kick at his slumped form.

Batibat snarled in anger as her feet slammed into the base of the tree, partially uprooting the tree remains from the force. The Blue Warrior had vanished, mere moments before she should have obliterated him!

She looked to the side, and her fingers clawed into the solid mud upon finding that the Red Warrior was gone as well; the tree base he had been leaning against, now sat vacant.

Cursing loudly in her native tongue, Batibat rose to her feet and slammed her clenched fist into the splintered top. A large chunk flew to the side, lowering the split further. The chunk came to rest at the base of another tree, wood splintering in every direction.

"Damn Warriors!" She snarled, her breathing sharp and fast. Her usually smooth, red-tipped black hair was ruffled up, a few twigs snapped off and splintered off in random directions.

"You think that's going to hold her?" Natalie asked, looking back at MUTT. The robot pulled its hand away from the small panel on the wall to look at the helmetless White Warrior.

"It's secured worse," MUTT responded, before the sound of several, dull thuds caught their attention again.

Behind a clear screen window, Tanya slammed her fists repeatedly against the window. Despite being fully armored up in her Yellow Warrior armor, no dents or cracks were forming from her solid punches. Muffled shouts came from behind the glass, like she was standing at a greater distance away.

When she wasn't slamming her fists, or her entire body against the reinforced glass, she was stalking along the length of the screen window, continuously facing the human and robot standing before her, watching her. And she watched them back.

"Define 'worse'," She questioned, glancing up at the robot expressionless head piece. It turned to look at Natalie again, before responding.

"Bad."

Natalie glared at him, before shaking her head and muttered, "Damn robot…" As she turned and walked off, the door sliding open as she approached and closing once she had passed through it. MUTT stayed where he stood, tapping a few keys on the screen built into the door.

Matthew turned to look aside at the faint hiss of the door, asking, "How's Tanya?"

"Acting like a caged animal," Natalie replied, before looking over to Savage and asked, "Why is she doing that, anyway? Thought it was that dagger that caused her to act like this?"

Savage lifted up from tapping at a keyboard, and gestured for Kyle to keep an eye on the keyboard. With a slight look of skepticism, Kyle pushed off of the wall and took Savage's place of standing before the machine, side glancing at the small container beside the computer. Inside, the dagger Isaac had recovered was resting, lasers scanning over the entire dagger in all directions.

"I haven't had a chance to look yet, but I'm guessing that the dagger has, probably, mutated the Howler. As I have told you, elements of the Ancient Warriors, such as senses, reaction time and fighting ability, have leaked into your bloodstream and genetics. However," Savage continued, bringing his hands together behind his body. "The dark-energy laced origins of the dagger has…altered the Howler's design. Releasing more…feral aspects of the Warriors."

"So, all the growling and snarling, and that pacing back and forth…That's all because of the dagger?" Isaac asked, leaning forward in the seat he had been situated in shortly after he and Matthew returned. His ankle and lower leg firmly held in place, and a hanging bag of Instinct beside him, feeding the liquid into his body.

"It's the most likely cause," Savage replied, before gesturing back to where Kyle stood. "But with that dagger you recovered, Isaac, I should be able to find a way to counter the mutation."

"Happy to help," Isaac said dryly, waving a hand dismissively as he rested his head back. Natalie shook her head slightly, while Kyle chuckled at the response.

"I'm not sure how long it will take to complete the analysis, and with MUTT making sure Tanya remains secured in the holding cell, it may be some time."

"And what if one of those Demons attack while we're waiting for Tanya to have her rabies shot?" Matthew asked, scratching the back of his head, feeling a bit of dried blood embedded in his hair at some parts.

"Then we'll send the four of you off to fight it. Isaac will have a leg brace to keep any further injures from occurring," Savage responded, gesturing to Isaac again when he spoke of him.

"Eh, at this rate, the bone'll hopefully fix by then," Kyle explained, turning back around to face the others. "I mean, just look at my hand," He added, gesturing to his own hand, now with fingers flexing open and close, turning the wrist around. "Working fine now."

"Just in time for your time tonight," Matthew commented with a smirk, electing an eye roll from Natalie, a shake of the head from both Isaac and Kyle, the former pinching the bridge of his nose, and a slightly cocked head from Savage.

"I still don't understand you humans," Savage said, before he moved back to the computer scanning Batibat's dagger. Kyle stepped aside, letting Savage tap at a few keys of the keyboard, checking the progress of the scan. "Just over half way. Should be ready soon."

At that moment, a red alarm rang out from another computer screen, flashing dimly.

"Aaaand.. there's that Demon," Matthew said, leaning forward to bring his head to rest in the cup formed of his hands, rubbing his face tiredly.

Isaac rubbed his face with an open hand, muttering, "Where is it?"

Savage moved over the computer and tapped a key, silencing the alarm and bringing up a small map of the city, zooming in on a red dot.

"They're in the city. Your 'police' have already started to intervene, and they have those.. armored warriors with their weapons."

"It's those damn 13's," Natalie responded, moving over to look over Savage's shoulder, seeing he had gained access to the city-wide cameras, which showed several Division 13 soldiers getting overrun by groups of Wolkeins, some getting tackled and surrounded by at least three at a time.

"And there's that horned fucker as well," Kyle added, stepping over to have a look, a police cruiser flying to one side from a solid side punch, a bellowing roar echoed, barely getting picked up on the camera.

"You three go on ahead," Savage said, looking either side of him, before looking across at Matthew. "I'll send Isaac when I've sorted the leg out. Then I and MUTT will work on resorting Tanya to normal."

Matthew pushed himself off of the chair, and walked over to stand alongside Kyle and Natalie. The Blue Warrior glanced either side of him, saying, "Ready to hold out until the cavalry arrive?"

"We'll kick their asses before they arrive," Kyle replied, before Savage moved across the room and tapped another keyboard. Natalie, Matthew and Kyle were enveloped in their respective coloured columns of light. Moments later, they had teleported away.

"So.. how much is this going to hurt?" Isaac asked, looking towards Savage, as the wolf turned around to look back at Isaac.

"I'd be lying if I said it would be painless," Savage replied, before adding, "I will check on MUTT and Tanya's condition first, then I'll return to sort your leg out."

"Hurry up, yeah? Just want to get it over and done with so I can help the others," Isaac said, scratching his chin idly as he watched Savage walk towards the sliding door he'd seen MUTT go through earlier.

Savage paused for a moment, still facing away from Isaac, before he shook his head slightly and walked through the door. Siding shut behind him smoothly.

"How is she?" Savage asked moments after walking through the other door, folding his arms across his chest. MUTT turned to look back at the door sliding, and the movement behind the stationary robot caught Tanya's attention, setting her off another series of snarls and fists slamming against the impenetrable glass.

"She is showing symptoms similar to what you told me of your kind overdosing on Instinct," MUTT informed, sliding a few scales on the screen, tapping another key to bring up a few of graphs.

"Hmm…more feral instincts.. they were never shown this quickly though, not after the diluted doses I've given her. Dagger mutation must've done that. Traditional methods wouldn't work, that dagger should yield some results once it's finished."

There was a moment of silence between the two, bar from the dull thuds from behind the glass. "He reminds you of him, doesn't he?" MUTT asked.

"Hmm?"

"Isaac - reminds you of Sage."

"It's in the blood, traits must pass through genetics as well," Savage responded, side glaring at MUTT for a few seconds.

MUTT turned back to look at Savage, before saying, "I will deal with Isaac's injury."

"Good idea."

The robot turned away, and walked through the door, the panels sliding shut behind the robot, leaving Savage alone in the containment room, looking as Tanya prowled back and forth along the glass sheet.

"Let's fucking do this," Matthew said, rushing forward moments after they arrived in the city, activating his Howler. Blue light escaped and wrapped around him, taking the vague shape of a wolf in the process. After a brief flash of white overlapping the blue, it vanished entirely and revealed Matthew again, fully armored up in his Beta Armor. Wielding the Beta Spear in one hand, running towards the group of Wolkeins.

Kyle and Natalie ran after Matthew, tapping their own Howlers and becoming enveloped in their respective coloured lights. They both took the form of a wolf head, snarling in the brief gap between appearing and merging with their Warriors.

The light flashed, and vanished to reveal their Black Delta and White Omega forms, armed with their Delta-Dusters and Omega Daggers, respectively. Because of his advantage of running first, Matthew collided with the Wolkeins first, driving his spear through the chest of one Wolkein, then kicking it off the spear moments after.

Ducking to avoid another strike, Matthew stabbed the spear into the shoulder of another Wolkein, pushing it back and releasing the spear. The stabbed Wolkein fell to the ground, the spear falling out of its hold in its shoulder.

Throwing a series of punches at a couple of Wolkeins, grabbing one by the jaw and side of the head. With a quick, and sharp, twist, the sickening crack sounded, the Wolkein standing momentarily. Before Matthew kicked the limp body back, sending it flying into another pair of the foot soldiers.

Locking one of the Dusters into place, Kyle threw a punch to the gut of a Wolkein. The added force given by the release of the Duster sent the Wolkein flying, crashing into the side of one of the surrounding buildings, before falling to the ground.

Locking that one back again, Kyle turned sharply and barely dodged a swinging dagger, slicing the air above his visor. He returned the attack moments later, sending the Wolkein flying backwards into another.

"Have I ever mentioned how much this is fucking amazing?" Kyle asked as he grabbed the wrist of an attacking Wolkein, twisting the arm and kicking the foot soldier back.

"Yes, and I'd appreciate it if you shut up and get those fuckers out of here," Natalie called, landing in the small gap Kyle was occupying, surrounded by Wolkeins. She stood up straight and gestured behind her. Kyle followed her hand and saw several police officers, trying to hold their own against the surrounding hoard of Wolkeins.

"Why is it always me that you guys get to get the 5-O out of here?" Kyle questioned, blocking one attack with his forearm and pushed it back, adding a kick to send it falling back.

"It's because you're the most approachable!" Matthew shouted, wielding his spear once more, as he threw it at another Wolkein. Piercing through the chest, and bringing the body down to the ground again.

"I'm the one approaching them!" Kyle responded, delivering a punch to one Wolkein. Any more force from the Duster and he was sure that the head would've come off clean. Sure, plenty of green 'blood' came flying open from the tears in the flesh caused by the punch, flying everywhere, even across Kyle's visor.

"Just fucking get over there, dip-shit!" Matthew shouted.

Kyle rolled his shoulder slowly, grunting in frustration as he broke through the circle of Wolkeins. Throwing punches as he ran, driving them into the heads of the foot soldiers, sending them reeling back to the ground, striking the ground with a sickening crack.

He drew closer to the group of surrounded officers, as Wolkeins tried to climb over their cruisers and snag one of the unfortunate officers and drag him back over the cruiser, into the clutches of the horde. The officer tried to beat the Wolkein off of him, but the tight grip was unrelenting.

At least until Kyle threw a running punch at the Wolkein, sending the body jerking to one side and releasing the officers' arm. The other officers, who had been trying to pull the officer back from the Wolkein, jerked him back behind the protection of the cruisers.

"You guys are really unprepared to fight, aren't you?" Kyle asked, climbing up onto the hood of the cruiser. "You need to get the fuck out of here before shit hits the fan."

"You do not have the jurisdiction to be giving us orders!" One of the officers shouted back, over the sound of the fighting going on around them.

"No, but I'm one of the few who has a weapon that can actually do damage to them," Kyle responded, having an opportunity to enforce his point moments later.

A Wolkein had climbed onto the other end of the cruiser, letting out of an unearthly growl as it went to attack Kyle. He retaliated, blocking the dagger with one forearm before delivering a blow to the torso. When it crumbled to its knees, Kyle knocked the dagger from its hand and delivered another blow to its head.

As the body fell, limp, and rolled off of the cruiser, Kyle turned to look back at the group of officers. "Now, take your asses, and those Division 13 guys, and get the hell out of here."

As if on cue, rounds of gunfire sounded behind, and Kyle turned to see a number of fully armored-up soldiers, wielding rifles and firing rounds and rounds into the Wolkeins that drew closer to them.

But they proved little effect - they were quickly swarmed and overrun, and soon shouts and screams could be heard.

"See what I mean?" Kyle asked, before he jumped off of the car and ran towards the nearest group of Wolkeins, swarming around the fallen 13 soldier.

Punch after punch was delivered, knocking the Wolkeins aside and to the ground, green blood spilling around their bodies. By the time he had finished with them, their bodies littered the ground around the body armor. All that remained, that actually looked like a body, was the Division 13 soldier.

"Jesus…" Kyle muttered, looking away from the bloody remains, shaking his head.

He was brought out of his shuddering thoughts when he saw Matthew rolling towards him, on the impact of a forceful hit, before coming to a rest a short distance from Kyle. He quickly ran over to the other teen, helping him get to his feet.

"Found that horned fuckstick," Matthew said, stepping away from Kyle and looked in the direction he had been struck from.

Sure enough, the same horned demon they had encountered before, the large hulking mass of muscle, trouble and danger, was among the Wolkeins. A police cruiser being held above its head by its massive, muscular arms, facing Natalie, as she kicked back several Wolkeins and tried to put as many down as possible.

"Give me a boost," Kyle said before running towards the Demon.

"When?" Matthew asked, running after Kyle and quickly catching up with him.

"You'll know when," Kyle replied.

Matthew turned to look forward just in time to see the Demon step back, before throwing the cruiser forward, flying in a slight curve in the air, directly at Natalie and the group of Wolkeins.

"Now!" Kyle shouted.

Matthew ran forward quickly, before coming to a sudden stop and turning around, bringing both of his hands into a cup on his knee. Kyle ran towards Matthew, turning into a faint black blur before jumping. Catching his foot in Matthew's cupped hands, he launched him into the air in time with Kyle jumping again.

Propelling himself forward, Kyle pulled one arm back and threw it towards the flying cruiser, colliding with the underside, and sending it flying back in the direction it had come from, only now, with a massive dent in the underside, shards of metal landing on the ground like rain.

Natalie turned to look up, seeing the cruiser flying back towards the Demon, and Kyle landing beside her, landing on the back of a Wolkein, driving its body to the ground, and slamming a clenched fist into the back of its head.

"You can thank me later for the save," Kyle said, getting up, and kicking back another Wolkein.

"Like fuck will I," Natalie responded flatly, kicking the legs out of another Wolkein, the last Wolkein of the pod, before Kyle delivered the last blow, his fists slamming into its head.

A loud, gravely snarl caught their attention again and they turned to look at the Demon, tearing apart what remained of the cruiser it caught, after getting it thrown back at it.

"He's pissed now, ain't he?" Matthew commented, quickly stepping into line beside Natalie, with Kyle standing at her other side.

"I see your eyes are still fully functioning," Kyle replied.

"Not for much longer, if he keeps it up," Natalie dryly finished, before shifting into a better stance, spinning the Omega Daggers around in her hand, gripping the handles once she was holding them facing down.

"That aside, let's show this fucker what happens when he messes with the Wolf Pack," Kyle said, gesturing to the horned Demon.

"You got that trademarked yet?" Matthew asked.

"It's a work in progress," Kyle responded, his voice dripping with sarcasm, before he turned to face forward.

With a bellowing roar, the Demon charged forward, his large mass making him slower than most of the Demons they fought, but still a formidable force. Matthew, Natalie and Kyle rushed forward to meet the Demon, the two forces colliding into one another and exchanging blows.

"This.. should work now," Savage said to himself, tapping a few keys on the screen of the scanner, before stepping back and looking to one side.

With a faint hiss, the compartment door opened and revealed what was inside; where the dagger had been put into, but it had vanished and was replaced with something else.

Reaching a large, clawed hand into the compartment, Savage pulled out a small syringe, filled with a swirling black liquid, with a faint tint of both green and, strangely, a hint of white. Savage looked it over carefully, saying, "You did sterilize this before putting it in?"

"I sterilize everything, Savage," MUTT responded, his monotone voice passing for flat, as it turned away from the screen he was working on. "In other news, I've nearly completed the repairs on the Zords."

"Have you made the modifications I requested?" Savage asked.

"I did, indeed."

"Good.. they were an outdated, anyway."

"Shall I finish the repairs now?" MUTT asked.

"No, I need you to help me with Tanya for a bit," Savage replied, gesturing for MUTT to follow him as he approached the sliding door, leading towards the secured room.

"Very well," MUTT said, pulling away from the computer and following the wolf, his metal, claw-tipped 'feet' leaving a faint metallic tapping sound with every step he took.

The two walked through the sliding door, passing through the blank corridor that connected the two sections of the Den together. The walk was silent, save for the sound made by the sets of claws tapping against the ground, with grooves made in the material after years-worth of use.

Another full minute passed before they turned the corner and approached the sliding door, which slide open just as they were about to approach, letting the two step through before closing behind them briskly.

The sound of the door hissing open caught Tanya's attention. She had been previously slumped against the glass side of the viewing room, her still-helmet covered head resting against the glass. It quickly lifted and looked through the glass, before getting up sharply and slammed her fists against the reinforced glass, leaving dull thuds to echo out, along with her muffled growls. Though instead of keeping it with slamming fists, her fingers uncurled and she began clawing at the glass.

"The feral instincts are progressing," MUTT observed.

"We need to get this over with quickly. Isaac has just been sent to help them, but they may need all five of them in case the Guardians are required."

MUTT nodded, before he asked, "How do you plan on activating the serum once you've got it in her blood stream?"

"I've got an idea," Savage replied vaguely, before he approached a door to the side of the glass screen, Tanya slamming her fists and clawing to the side Savage was closest to, growling lowly.

"Good luck, Savage."

"You've been hanging around them for too long, MUTT. There's no such thing as luck," Savage responded dryly, turning the secured handle of the door, and stepped into the small section between the door he had just entered and the secured room.

Putting the syringe into one of his pockets, Savage cracked his knuckles briefly before he gripped the handles of the secured door, twisting them open. Already, he could hear, and feel, Tanya throwing her body against the door, trying to escape.

Not while Savage was there.

Bracing himself against the door, Savage pushed forward sharply, swinging the door inward with such force it sent Tanya flying back to the other side of the room. She corrected herself quickly, however, and snarled under her helmet. She wasn't quick enough to get to the door before Savage had walked in and closed it behind him, the doors locking automatically behind him.

Tanya ran at Savage, throwing wild and wide punches at the wolf man. He easily blocked the untrained attacks, grabbed one wrist and wrapping his other hand around her throat. He forcefully picked her up and slammed her against the wall of the room, opposite the glass window.

Still trying to claw at his sleeved arm, trying to reach up to grab at his face with a feral snarl, as Savage replaced the pinning hand against her neck with his forearm, trying to restrain her without hurting her.. too much.

Now that his hand was free, Savage, trying to keep his muzzle straight against Tanya writhing and snarling under his restraints, grabbed the latches of her helmet and all but ripped the helmet from her head, throwing it to the other side of the room. Bashing against the glass wall, rolling away slowly.

With her helmet now off, Savage looked back and had to jerk his head to the side to avoid her hand, trying to get at one of his eyes. He got a good look at the feral look. "Enough time wasting," Savage growled under his breath, grabbing Tanya's shoulder, releasing the forearm across her throat, and slammed her back against the wall.

This caught Tanya off guard and halted her attacks slightly, making her movements temporarily sluggish, giving Savage the opportunity he needed. Grabbing the syringe from his pocket, Savage ripped the protective cover off the needle tip, turning the syringe in his hand, and stabbed the needle into the side of her neck.

The grip Tanya had on Savage's trench coat sleeve tightened at the stabbing sensation, and her growls intensified momentarily. Though as Savage injected more of the swirling liquid into her blood stream, her pupils expanded and her ragged breathing slowly relaxed.

Ripping the syringe from her neck, Savage threw it aside and pressed the palm of his left hand against the side of her head, and closed his eyes. The markings across the left side of his torso, arm and neck started to glow after a few moments of concentration, followed by Tanya's left eye momentarily flashing white, before returning to their usual look.

Now, however, the feral look, that previously dominated her eyes, was absent.. gone. Her breathing slowly began less ragged, and her grip ever so slightly tightened on the sleeve of Savage's trench coat.

"S…Savage?" She asked lowly, looking up and down the wolf restraining her. "W…What's happening?"

"You going to attack me again?" Savage asked, glaring at Tanya, surprising her with the intensity of his glare, as the markings started to fade out and bleed back into his fur once again. With a slow shake of Tanya's head, Savage finally released her and took a step back. "Alright MUTT, scan her for any of those traces we found."

A faint buzzing started to fill the room, and Tanya looked around; her senses picked up the sound a lot easier, which made for an easier headache. Moments later, the buzzing stopped and MUTT said, "She's clean - the formula worked."

"Formula?" Tanya asked, dead confused.

"Something happened to your Howler during the last confrontation with Batibat," Savage explained, placing a hand on Tanya's shoulder to keep her attention on him. "Something must have mutated it, most likely the dagger that Batibat stabbed you with, and you were…altered."

"'Altered'? What the fuck does that mean?" Tanya asked, rubbing the side of her head.

"From what Matthew informed me, he found you in an 'apartment', I believe the right term is," Savage continued, before turning to look through the glass, "Is that right, MUTT?"

"That is the correct term, yes."

"M.. Nicole... My dad…" Tanya said to herself, her eyes slowly widening as she whispered, "No…"

"You can focus on them afterwards," Savage butted in, shaking her slightly. "Right now, the others need you - they're fighting the same Demon that appeared during your fight with Batibat."

At the mention of the she-Demon's name, Tanya's expression hardened and she seethed, "I'm going to kill that bitch.. she did this…"

"Use that motivation," Savage said, before he stepped back and stepped through the now open door of the secured room. "But first, I need to check your Howler; look for any remaining damage, and also see if I can add something to it."

"Just... Let's just get this over with," Tanya said, shaking her head, running a shaking hand through her hair. "I need to check on my sister…"

"You can do that afterwards," Savage said as they stepped out of the secured room, with MUTT approaching and reached for Tanya's Howler.

"No, I'm doing it now," Tanya shot back, jerking her hand out of MUTT's reach, glaring at the two.

"You leave now, you're giving them a better chance of taking this world," Savage said, his voice raised considerably as he gestured to the sliding door.

"I don't know what the fuck I did in my sister's apartment, but I'm going to check on her, and if you think.. if you think you can stop me," Tanya responded, shouting back at this point, "Good fucking luck!"

The door slide open, but before she could walk through it, her Howler lit up and growled lowly. Looking down at it, she side glanced at Savage and MUTT before pressing one of the buttons. "Yeah, what?"

"Tanya, you're back to normal?" Isaac's voice said over the Howlers; in the background, Tanya could swear she could hear the others shouting in the background. "We need you here! We're getting our asses kicked!"

"Look, I'm normal, from whatever I was like earlier, but I need to do something first," Tanya responded, but Isaac's voice quickly responded.

"Tanya, please!" Was the response, a hint of desperation.

Tanya went to respond, but hesitant and closed her eyes, hitting a closed fist against the door frame. After another moment's hesitation, Tanya picked her hand off the door frame and responded to the call. "I'll get there as soon as I can."

"Thank you," Was the grateful response, before the comms were cut off.

Tanya lowered her wrist, and glanced back at Savage and MUTT, who were still standing by the glass window, looking back at her. "…Fine," Tanya responded through gritted teeth, before she looked directly at Savage and said, "Do what you have to do to the Howler."

Savage gestured for Tanya to walk through the door, and he followed after her, leaving MUTT in the room alone, to finish up in there.

Isaac landed roughly on the ground, groaning lowly as he pushed himself to his feet, shaking his head before he ran back towards the horned Demon. His visor, once again, had a crack forming to the side, the crack growing with every forceful step he took among his running.

With a loud grunt, Isaac jumped, turning the sword in his hands to have the blade facing downward, gripping the handle with both hands as he brought the weapon down onto the back of the horned Demon.

But he just had to turn around at that moment.

This resulting in a severe back hand from the Demon, sending Isaac right into the ground and leaving a small crater in the concrete from where he was impacted. Thanks to the suit, the worst that happened to him was he got the wind knocked out of him.

The Demon raised its fist, aiming to bring it down onto the currently stunned Red Warrior, but a great force slammed into its side, knocking its aim to the right. All the fist connected with was pure concrete, leaving a sizable dent right next to Isaac.

The horned Demon twisted its head to the side, glaring at the force that had run into him, which turned out to be the Blue Warrior, who then delivered a forceful punch to its lower jaw. This sent the Demon stumbling to the side, before roaring in anger.

Kyle quickly moved in to intercept a punch from the Demon, throwing a double punch to the Demon's torso, sending it flying backwards, finally coming to land on its back.

"You OK?" Matthew asked, quickly rushing over to stand next to Isaac, offering a hand for him to take.

Isaac looked up at Matthew, then looked down to the hand offered to him. He reached his hand up, only to push the offer aside and getting himself to his feet.

"We need to end this, now. We've already caused a shit ton of damage here, I wouldn't be surprised if they end up bringing the hammer down onto us.. hard," Isaac said, looking around. The surrounding area of their fight with the Demon had been completely evacuated; from what he had heard from the static-y radio chatter of the cruisers, they had set up a one mile-perimeter no entry zone.

"I thought Tanya was going to come and help us," Matthew replied, bring his spear up to rest on his shoulder.

"Maybe Savage is having trouble getting that dagger finalized," Isaac responded.

"Looks, point is, this fucker needs to be put down before one of us gets killed," The Blue Warrior concluded, gesturing to the horned Demon, who was currently throwing punches at Kyle, and seemed to be growing irritated by the fact the black blur was constantly avoiding the punches.

"You think I don't know that?" Isaac questioned, flicking his sword up into the right position, before he rushed towards the Demon, after seeing that Kyle had taken a hit and was trying to get up.

Matthew rolled his shoulders, before he looked to the side, hearing the sound of running footsteps - Natalie's.

He quickly jogged around the battle, and stopped when he saw a flash of white jump off of a building, landing on the ground just short of Matthew, the momentum of her jump causing her to walk forward a few steps to counteract it.

"That's the last of 'em," Natalie said, bent over, hands on her sides slightly, heavy breathing passing through the modifier. "Police are setting up the barrier."

"Good, but Tanya still isn't back yet," Matthew said, gesturing for Natalie to follow, as they rushed to help Isaac and Kyle with the Demon.

"What the hell is taking Savage so long?" Natalie asked herself, flicking her daggers out once again, before rushing after Matthew.

The two quickly joined in just as Isaac was struck back, sliding along the ground on his feet, eventually stopping. Matthew and Natalie jumped at the Demon, striking him with their weapons, sending him through the glass window of a large restaurant.

"That should give us a bit of time, maybe.. a minute, if we're lucky?" Kyle said, quickly jogging back to stand with the other three.

"Let's just hope he's got an American appetite - he'll be there for hours," Isaac commented.

Matthew shook his head, though tensed up when the Demon shifted in the shattered glass, smashed glass and splintered wood he had created on impact.

They all tensed, however, when the faint sound of electrical crackling reached their ears. They all looked around the sky, before Natalie pointed to one specific point. "It's Tanya!" She said.

The three guys looked up, and sure enough, a column of dark yellow broke through the overcast sky, heading towards the ground.

Moments later, the column struck the ground behind the four present Warriors, prompting them to turn around, just as the column vanished, revealed Tanya, all armored up in her Yellow Gamma form, gripping the curved blade she had been gifted tightly.

"Tanya!" Kyle exclaimed, the four quickly breaking rank, to coin a phrase, as they rushed to greet their friend.

The Yellow Warrior dropped the weapon from resting on her shoulder, looking around at the other greeting her; patting her on the shoulder, a firm pat on the upper arm, among others.

"Back to normal?" Isaac asked.

Tanya looked to him, before smirking under her helmet and nodded. "Normal as I've ever been."

"Still pretty fu-" Matthew started, but stopped when Natalie gave a sharp jab in his ribs, glaring at him under her helmet. This was more than enough to prompt him to shut up.

"Look, this is a nice chat and everything, but I think the fucker's getting up," Kyle said, looking behind them to the Demon's shifting legs.

The others who's back was to the Demon all turned around, and Tanya moved forward, moving to stand in the middle of the group, with Isaac to her right and Matthew to her left.

True to Kyle's word, the Demon had got up again, smashing out a pillar of the restaurant, tearing down large chunks of the ceiling with it, falling to the ground as he got to his feet. A look dominated his face, and it was one they could identify as 'extremely pissed off'.

"What does it take to keep this fucker down for good?" Isaac asked himself, grinding his teeth quietly.

"I think I have something for that," Tanya said, taking a step forward, the others turning to look at her, some wanting to know what she meant, others interested in seeing what she was planning on accomplishing, when they had failed to do so.

Handing Matthew her curved blade, who was a little confused at first, but took the weapon offered for him to take, Tanya turned back to look at the standing Demon, who had gained its footing properly and was now walking towards the group

She raised the Howler up, holding her forearm so the face of the device was aimed at the Demon, and Tanya clenched her fist. A few seconds passed, before the wolf head of the Howler's face started to glow a bright yellow, growling mechanically as the yellow light started to spread across the entire device.

The others watched, in amazement, as the entire thing was soon covered in the same yellow light, which continued to spread across Tanya's forearm, before it shot forward from the Howler. They had expected it to simply strike the chest of the Demon, but no…

It did more than that.

Freeing itself from the Howler, the yellow light started off as a simple, thick beam of light, before it started to take a shape. Sharp cuts and smooth curves in the lights, before it eventually took the form of something that Tanya recognized. And Kyle did as well, just not consciously.

Landing weightlessly on the ground in front of the Wolf Warriors, a large, yellow wolf stood, the light tail lashing from side to side, a brighter light in the eyes focused solely on the Demon in front of him. And not on the four stunned teens, standing behind it.

"What the fuck…?" Kyle said to himself.

"That's fucking cool," Matthew said bluntly.

Trying to block out the comments coming behind her, Tanya focused on the Light Wolf coming from her Howler. She clenched her fist tighter, and the Wolf snarled; launching itself at the Demon, the weightlessness from earlier vanishing, the moment it connected with the Demon.

Tackling it to the ground, with a gravely roar from the Demon, as it started to tear and claw at the creature, finally managing to get solid strikes and damage done to the Demon.

The others jeered behind Tanya, though Isaac remained silent. He could see Tanya's other fist was clenched tightly, so much it was shaking slightly, and her shaky breaths could be heard over the comms.

The more damage done to the Demon, the more energy it seemed to take from Tanya. Isaac quickly stepped forward, but Tanya raised her hand behind her.

"This is mine - I've got this," Tanya grunted, not even turning around to speak, but Isaac stopped for a moment. He quickly stepped back into line, though closely watched her.

Finally, the Yellow Light Wolf opened its jaw and latched it around the Demon's throat, shaking its head violently, tearing and ripping at flesh, blood squirting onto the ground and the rest of the Demon's body. It tried to fight back, but the Light Wolf's hold on the Demon's throat was firm.

When the movement finally stopped, and the body went limp, Tanya's Light Wolf faltered and finally lost shape as Tanya collapsed to her knees. Isaac quickly moved forward and caught her before she fell back, her head falling limp backwards.

The Light Wolf vanished completely, reverting to a ball of light momentarily before it returned to the Howler, releasing a faint growl before the light vanished completely into the Howler.

"Tanya…Tanya…" Isaac said quietly, shaking her shoulder slightly, but didn't get a response.

"Shit. Guys, get the Zords out. That fucker's going to come back, as a big fucker, and we need to be ready. I'll see if I can get her around again," Isaac said, glancing behind him.

Matthew nodded, tapping Kyle's shoulder with a gesture of 'follow me', and both Kyle and Natalie followed Matthew as they rushed off to an area where they could call the Zords.

Shifting to Tanya's side, Isaac slipped one arm under Tanya's knees and the other went to support her shoulders, before he picked her up. Now carrying her bridal-style, Isaac found an alley not too far away from where they had been fighting, and carefully set her down against one of the walls.

"Tanya?" Isaac said quietly, placing a hand on either shoulder and shook her gently, but all he got was a low groan, her head shifting slightly. He quickly lifted his hands to either side of her helmet, and unclasped it, lifting it up and setting it beside her.

Carefully wiping a few strands of hair stuck to her forehead by sweat, Isaac gently picked Tanya's head up slightly, seeing her slowly opening her eyes again.

"You OK?" He asked softly, as Tanya slowly lifted her head from his hand, rubbing her forehead gently.

"Yeah…just takes it out of you," She grunted.

"What the hell was that, anyway?" Isaac asked.

"Savage calls it a Light Wolf. Something about it being an.. embodiment or some shit, of the Howlers. And there was some shit about bonding with the Original Warriors, but I wasn't paying attention to that part," She replied gruffly.

Isaac looked at Tanya beneath his visor, a couple of scans moving across his visor screen, going over Tanya multiple times.

"Lucky you came when you did," He said softly.

"What are you talking about? You contacted me," Tanya said, looking up at Isaac, a confused expression crossing her face.

"No I didn't," he replied.

"Then.. how…" Tanya said, before her eyes narrowed slightly and she grunted, "That furry bastard…"

"Look, you can try and kick the shit out of him later. Right now, we need you to help fight that guy."

"I need to check on my dad! I fucking nearly killed him!"

"Use that anger to try and fight that Demon. You can check on your dad later, and I'll try and skin Savage for you. Deal?"

"Savage is mine!" She growled.

"Fine! We need you now, though!"

Tanya glared up at Isaac, before she clenched her fists and snatched her helmet up off the ground. "Let's get this fucking.. over with," Putting her helmet on mid-sentence.

"Good… Good, now come on," Isaac said, getting to his feet and offered a hand for Tanya to take, but she rejected it and got up herself. The two quickly left the alley, and ran towards the point where the Wolf Pack Megazord was already formed, in conflict with the grown Demon.

They quickly launched themselves into the air and into the Megazord as it backed off from the fight.

With a brief pair of columns of light appearing in the cockpit of the Megazord, Isaac and Tanya appeared, but almost immediately, Isaac said, "This is new…"

Instead of the empty black void they had been standing in for the last few times they fought Demons, the area had been lit up. Revealing the intricately details that covered all of the angled walls of the cockpit. Several sections across the sides and ceiling acted as lights, allowing them to see the others.

Each was standing at a control point, both hands resting on clear orbs, resting in holes of the control panel. Free-rolling under their hands, giving them greater control.

"Yeah, the furry bastard said he changed a few things to the Zords before sending me," Tanya responded, walking over to the control point situated behind and to the right of Matthew. She moved around the control point and carefully placed her palms on the free-rolling orbs.

Isaac took his own place, at the head of the other four, with two on either side of him, angled to look like a 'V' formation. He placed his own hands on the free-rolling orbs at his control point, and the moment they were rested on them, a great surge of energy flowed through his system.

"This next part might hurt," He heard Kyle said from his left.

Isaac turned to look at Kyle, before he heard a metallic whining come from directly behind him, and a sudden shooting pain formed at the base of his neck. He shouted out, reaching a hand back to try and find out what the hell it was.

His hand wrapped around a coiling cable, feeling similar to a snake's skin, at the base of his neck, and if he was feeling right, several small latches were holding onto his suit, keeping the cable in place.

"Isaac, relax," Savage's voice came over the comms, "It's part of the new process."

"I'm going to skin you, flea bag," Tanya grunted audibly, resulting in the others to look around at her.

"A bit of warning wouldn't have gone amiss," Isaac replied under his breath, slowly pulling his hand away from the cabin, a subconscious shiver running down his spine at the alien feeling. He was sure he felt more, thinner cables jamming along the base of his spine.

"Anyone else reminded of Pacific Rim right now?" Kyle asked.

"Don't you fucking start," Natalie groaned, shaking her head before looking ahead.

The comms went silent once again, Isaac tightened his grip on the free-rolling controls and said, "Alright, lets test this fucker out."

Shifting their stances slightly, the Warriors found a sudden need to close their eyes, but despite that, they could see what was in front of them, the Horned Demon's massive form smashing through the top fifteen floors of an unfortunate skyscraper that stood in its way. The edges of their vision was blurred slightly, like smoke was blocking any view they weren't looking directly at.

The Megazord's stance shifted into an offensive stance, raising its fists slowly. A deep, metallic growl escaped the head of the Megazord, its eyes a deep red as it charged at the Demon, leaving large dents and craters in the concrete and tarmac, kicking up large chunks into the surrounding buildings as they got it to run at the Demon.

The two gigantic beings collided, the Demon being the first to throw a punch; the punch landing firmly on the Megazord's torso, but they held it firm and threw their own attack back. Head-butting the Demon forcefully, bits of metal shards pinging off when their heads connected, but the result was effective, sending the Demon staggering back, giving them time.

The Megazord ran at the Demon again, this time throwing a one-two punch at the Demon's head, though the horns got in the wall a lot of the time. The third punch delivered was an uppercut, sending the Demon reeling back, its head jarring upward at the punch.

Staggering back, the Demon bellowed, slobber falling free from the hanging mouth, as it charged forward, its head angled down slightly, the sharpened horns aimed directly at the Megazord.

"Brace, guys," Isaac said, his body tensing up, and as he did so, he felt a strange, pulse-like surge echo through the cable in the back of his neck. Like.. he felt what the others were doing.

They willed the Megazord's arms up, and with moments to spare, grabbed onto the horns and tightened up their forearms, keeping the horns from getting any closer. The momentum from the Demon carried over into them, the feet grinding against the streets. Tearing up the concrete and roads, more so than earlier, as they were pushed back.

"Come on… Hold!" Matthew grunted under his breath, feeling the Megazord's arms starting to give under the pressure, clenching his fists to tighten up. A couple of pulses passed through the cables and his spine, feeling the others were trying to do the same.

Thankfully, the momentum died down and the two were left standing, a large collection of torn up road, smashed up cars and anything else that got in the way, collecting under the angled feet of the Megazord.

Gripping the horns of the Demon tighter, despite its attempts to rip free of the metal grip, Isaac said, "Follow my lead."

"What do you think we've been doing?" was Tanya's dry response.

Isaac didn't respond, gritting his teeth under his helmet, before he and the others brought the head of the Demon downward, driving a knee up in the same motion. Slamming the Demon's face into the armored knee, small shards of metal flying off, some embedding into the Demon, others simply falling to the ground.

They pulled the head up, before bringing it down onto the knee again. And again, and again, and again.

A total of five knees were driven into the Demon's face, before they threw the Demon aside, sending him through a collection of smaller buildings in the process. Several fires and explosions rang out from underneath and beside the Demon's body.

"Let's gut this fucker," Matthew said.

"If we're going to do that, I want to make sure we're going to do it. Call in the Grey Steel Zord," Isaac said, looking back at Natalie.

She turned to look back at Isaac, her real eyes opening fully for a moment, and nodded, before she closed them again and activated the comms. "MUTT, send in Grey Steel."

"On its way," was MUTT's response.

Turning one of her hands over, Natalie found the transparent grey orb forming in her hand, the small wolf figurine standing out as a solid piece in the gem. Grabbing it, she firmly placed it in the center of the control point, sending out a small pulse of grey.

"Grey Steel on its way," Kyle informed, turning the Megazord around to glance behind, seeing the running form of a grey-and-black metal plated wolf. The Megazord turned around again, so its back was to the approaching Megazord, and getting closer with every moment.

The White Omega Zord disassembled from the rest of the Megazord, taking the head and hands away momentarily, before the Grey Steel Zord leapt into the air behind the Megazord, transforming into the exo-arms and fists, connecting to the back, the combined forelegs and hind legs latching onto the back of the arms, closing around the ends to form the fists.

The head attached to the top of the torso, the muzzle turning upward to reveal the underside, the panels separating to reveal the green-eyed, guarded face. It slammed the fists together twice, masses of sparks flying from the metal colliding.

The newly transformed Megazord drew closer to the downed Demon, extending one arm to the side as the collection of black-tails formed in the hand, taking the shape of a black sword.

Turning the blade around slowly, so it was facing down, the Warriors get the Megazord to grip the blade's handle with both hands, coming to a stop standing over the Demon, putting one of its feet over its throat, pressing down.

"Like you said, Matt," Isaac said, the five of them bringing the Megazord's arms up, raising the sword's blade. "Time to gut this bastard."

The sword was brought down onto the Demon's torso, the added force of the Grey Steel allowed them to pierce the leathery skin of the Demon, slicing right through the Demon. It let out a bellowing shout, its hands flying to the blade to try and pull it out, though had no sort of success.

Still digging the blade into the Demon's stomach, the five teens began dragging the sword up the body, slicing into the flesh and internals, green blood oozing out of the damaging slice.

Once a sizable cut was formed, the sword was pulled free of the torso. But that didn't last long. The sword was brought down again, stabbing into new flesh, directly into the area of the chest where a heart would be. Giving a sharp twist, digging into the flesh and internals.

Pulling the sword free, the Warriors all breathed a collective sigh of relief, all slumping against their consoles and opening their eyes.

"That was a lot easier than when he was smaller," Isaac breathed, falling to one knee, his head and hands resting on the console.

"You could say that again," Kyle agreed.

"Now can we get out of here so I can skin Savage?" Tanya asked, reaching back to try and rip the cable from the base of her neck.

"We're going to go back to the Den, and we are not going to skin Savage, OK?" Kyle said, glancing across at Tanya.

"You're not going to, but I am."

"You think she's going to be annoyed that we faked the comms?" Savage asked, guiding the Wolf Zords back into their storage places, stepping aside to allow MUTT to take over repairs of the Zords.

"From what I heard of the comms after the battle, Tanya is after your hide," MUTT replied, stepping aside from working at one computer, and began the repair sequence of the Zords.

"Hmm…" Savage muttered under his breath, before shaking his head and said, "I'll lock teleports to the Den for the time being, give them time to.. return to their normal lives."

"Scared, Savage?" MUTT asked.

"MUTT, I will pour water into your circuits."

"No comment," MUTT responded, fully facing the computer screen now.

Savage growled lowly, flashing his sharpened canines for a moment, before he quickly stalked off down one of the corridors, saying, "I need to have some time to myself…"

~Epilogue~

The air was quiet, the only sounds were the soft radio chatter of the police radios outside of the room, and the delicate footsteps from inside the room. Forensic investigators, clad in head-to-toe in clean white overalls, goggles and face masks. One carried a camera, carefully moving around the scene and crouching down to get a good picture for evidence.

"Evidence 17: bloody boot print," He muttered under his breath, making eye contact with another investigator and gestured to the previous two bits of tagged evidence, a bloody hand print against the hand railing of the hospital bed, and the scalpel, wedged into the temple of the body resting in the bed.

The other investigator nodded and moved over, the photographer stepping aside and sparing a quick glance to the side.

The door, which had a number of as of yet photographed bloody hands across it, was still open, allowing him to see a number of both police and Division 13 soldiers patrolling the corridor. And even if they were allowed to close the door, it wouldn't stay close.

They had already taken a picture of the shattered door handle and lock, which was just now being bagged.

"Sir, do you have identification?"

The investigator stopped himself from turning away from the door when a voice, presumably one of the officers, questioned. He could see one of them had stepped forward, both of them with hands resting on the pistol at their hips.

There was a hushed exchange of words, before both officers side glanced at one another and the one further forward stepped to one side, bringing his hand away from his pistol. Quickly followed by the other officer.

The next person to enter to room, normally, wouldn't arouse suspicion in the investigator; the man appeared like the usual investigator, wearing the white overalls, completely covering his body and shoes, with a face mask resting around his neck and goggles propped up.

Moving his own mask down, Alistair asked, "Can I help you?"

The other man glanced at Alistair, before he shrugged slightly, responding, "You could help my by telling me all you've found out so far about this investigation."

"This is a crime scene right now. I can answer questions later," Alistair said flatly, going to turn away.

"Considering that I'm taking over the investigation, Mr. Olson, I need to get all of the facts about all that's happened so far."

Alistair froze and turned back to look at the other man. "I'm sorry?" He asked in question.

"Oh, I accept your apology, but I need to know what's happened so far," The other man said, walking around Alistair, mindful of where he stood, and looked around to get a good look at the room. "Come on, I want to know," He added.

Blinking slightly, Alistair stepped forward slightly, saying, "Do you have any ID or something to show who you are?"

"Of course," He said, unzipping his coveralls slightly and reached into his pocket. He pulled something out and flicked it into sight of Alistair.

Alistair caught a glimpse of a gold badge, but familiar enough for Alistair's eyes to widen slightly.

"FBI?" Alistair asked, raising his eyes briefly.

"Mmm," The other man responded, flicking the badge up and putting it back into his pocket, zipping up the overalls again. "Now, bring me up to speed. I really don't want to have to repeat myself."

"…We're still trying to get access to the security cameras both in the corridor and outside the hospital, see what we can find."

"I've got a couple of guys working on doing just that. Should have them within the hour," The man said, standing at the side of the hospital bed and leaning over slightly. His dark brown eyes glancing up and down the pale-skinned body.

"A Mr.. Steele, correct? Fredrick Steele?" The man asked, glancing to the arterial line and heartbeat monitor, both of which had been unplugged and turned off as soon as was possible. "Time of death?"

"We're putting it at roughly an hour, maybe an hour and a half ago," Alistair said, quickly getting over the blunt statement from the FBI agent.

"Hmm…" The man said, before he straightened up and undid a bit of his overalls, reaching a hand underneath. Pulling out a phone, he flicked the screen up and raised it to his ear. "This is E."

"Mm-hm. Okay.. I'll be right there."

He hung up and slipped the phone back into his pocket, turning to look back at Alistair and said, "I want all evidence bagged and tagged ASAP."

With that, he turned around and walked back out of the room, gesturing for two of the Division 13 soldiers to follow him. The two soldiers in the corridor quickly followed after the mysterious man.

Alistair glared after the man as he went out of sight, before another one of the investigators he was with stepped into the room.

"We've interviewed the daughter, she's been put into witness protection," He said.

Alistair nodded, saying, "Looks like we've got a new lead investigator."

"Who?"

"Something E."

There you go; the latest episode. Sorry it took so long to write; been busy with real life.

As usual, huge thanks to my Beta, Charlotte 'Charlie' Hartley, for helping me write these stories.

And as always, please R&R. Nf991 signing out.