It had been ten years after the death of the Space Ranger when one night started off quite unusual. The sound of the gate opening the evil emperor out of his slumber, put on his night robe, then picked up his cowboy and bolted down the corridor with one arm turning into a blaster. He ran and ran toward the source of the noise. The door to the laboratory swung open. A figure was laid on the ground, groaning, a lone hornet standing in the way that then stepped aside. The figure lifted himself up by the side gazing his attention toward the evil emperor.

"Zurg, I should have known! You fiend!"

Zurg was trembling staring at the ghost.

"Cutting to the chase!"

Zurg paused in his tracks as the Space Ranger set against his side with a pointed glare.

"Taking the short cut to win!"

Zurg set his cowboy on to the nearest table.

"Who. . . ." Zurg found the strength to speak as he cupped his claws together, gesturing toward the Space Ranger, then back toward the portal. "sent you here?"

"Nos-4-A2!" was the reply.

Zurg gazed toward the portal.

"Nos-4-A2. . . " Zurg said, in shock, surprise, stunned.

Zurg looked toward the portal that closed then toward the Space Ranger.

"Can't even find the gall to gloat in my face about your evil plan, Zurg?" was asked in the form of a taunt. And the Space Ranger's brows were grayed. He had gotten old.

The Space Ranger was going to escape, how, Zurg didn't know, but, he would against all the odds.

"Hornets, take him to the cell!"

As soon as the Space Ranger was out of the room, the Evil Emperor wept into his claws on the tenth anniversary. Out of relief? Out of joy? Out of sorrow? A successful extraction deserved tears.