Author's Notes: Hi, readers. Here's chapter two of "Ride the Wind II: Justice Unbound." I'm glad it took just four days to get out. I can't believe that I got six reviews for the first chapter. I want to thank everyone who reviewed it. Your support means the world to me. As for other readers, please don't hesitate to review. I'd love to know what you thought of this crossover. This chapter has some Glen/Annie in it. It jumps to 2013. I want to warn you about a troll who is running around posting guest reviews to stories. He uses pigshit in them a lot. He's struck a few Power Rangers fics, including two of mine. If you receive a guest review from him, go to moderate reviews and delete it immediately. Stay tuned for chapter three.

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Chapter 2: Getting Started

A black-capped chickadee flew through the early morning sky above a Seattle neighborhood in late July. It let out a quiet chirp. It spotted the Greenwood residence. It decided to go downward. It landed on the kitchen windowsill. It flapped its wings, airing them out. It looked inside, seeing Annie look through a picture album while sitting at the table.

Annie turned to the fourth page. She focused her attention on a picture of Rhapsody (J32) and Isabella with a large salmon in their mouths. The former's unique swirl at the bottom of her left saddle patch was visible. She had the front end in her mouth while the latter had the back end in hers. They were pulling on it. Annie picked up her coffee-filled mug. She took a long sip before setting it down. She propped her head up with her elbow.

Annie sighed softly. She learned about a Powerball lottery worth forty million dollars on February 8, 2010. She decided to buy a ticket at Citgo, though Glen reminded her the odds of winning were three hundred fifty million to one. Two days later, the winning numbers were announced as 25-18-13-42-48-53. She screamed in joy when she learned she had won. He was in disbelief, but he became happy very quickly. They called Jesse, Nadine, Elvis, and Randolph and told them the news. The quartet expressed happiness for them.

After fourteen million was taken out for taxes, Annie decided to take a lump sum of twenty-six million. She and Glen kept half the winnings. They gave three million each to Jesse and Elvis. They donated the rest to the Orca Research Institute. They decided to retire much earlier than they had planned. This allowed them to spend more time doing the things they loved, including camping, fishing, and biking.

Eleven months later, Dwight came by the house for a visit. He revealed to Glen and Annie that he was the social worker for a fifteen-year-old girl named Missy Evans. He told them her parents, Terry and Linda, died in a car accident while they were on their way home from an anniversary dinner at O'Charley's on January 5. He said she had no other living relatives aside from her aunt Becky Evans, who lived in Boston and wanted nothing to do with her.

Dwight asked Glen and Annie if they would be willing to be Missy's foster parents. The couple accepted his offer since they had been discussing adopting another child in which Annie wanted a girl this time. They called Jesse and Elvis to tell them the news. Their sons were thrilled to have a possible sister. Missy moved in not long after. She adjusted quickly to her new home. Glen and Annie adopted her four months later.

Glen got a call from Jesse that Isabella had disappeared and was presumed dead in September 2012. He and Annie were devastated over the news as they had encountered her multiple times during camping trips to San Juan Island. They loved how playful she was with them and her podmates, especially her immediate family. However, they did get some good news that Willy and Nikki had a daughter, Nessa, in December. More came in the form of Alex and Luna having a son, Kyle, in the same month.

Two months later, Annie found an announcement in the newspaper about Northwest Adventure Park purchasing a young female orca named Lilli from the Brighton Aquarium in Brighton, Colorado. She found Dial had sold Hopper and Odin to the Hallfork Marine Park in Hallfork, New Jersey to make room for her. This surprised her and Glen because Dial hadn't talked about getting another orca in twenty years. She called Jesse and Elvis to let them know about it. Their sons were just as surprised as they were. So were Nadine and Randolph when Jesse and Elvis told them.

Glen and Annie searched for pictures of Lilli on the internet, but the ones they found were too blurry. They got a call from Jesse in May that he, Nadine, Nancy, Randolph, and Elvis were coming to Seattle for a week in July. He revealed Andros, Ashley, Zhane, and Karone had informed him they were coming at the same time. They and Missy were delighted at the news. Annie called Jesse later and told him that Aiden and Kylie were invited on a sailing trip with Jerry and Penny Wells. She said it would begin the Friday before he, Nadine, Nancy, Elvis, and Randolph came into town and end on Monday. Jesse said he was all right with that and let them know.

Glen, Annie, Missy, Kylie, and Aiden decided to visit the park a week later. Dwight joined them soon after they arrived at the aquatic theater. They saw Lilli perform with Jane and Izzy alongside their trainer, Brenda Taylor, in the two o'clock show. They were astounded at how much Lilli resembled Isabella. However, the orca's dorsal contained knicks at the base and leaned to the right at a forty-five-degree angle. She had notches in both of her flukes as well. They tried to take pictures of her with their IPhones, but spectators kept getting in their way. They decided to wait until their friends and family got here to tell them.

Annie shifted her attention to a picture of Max and Isabella holding rocks in their mouths at the top of the fifth page. Willy and Nikki were playing the mouth-grabbing game in the background. She couldn't help but sniffle. She remembered that moment as being the last time she, Glen, and Missy saw Isabella before her disappearance. She loved how lively the young orca was that day. She had little doubt that Willy and Nikki missed her very much.

The sound of approaching footsteps snapped the middle-aged mother out of her thoughts. She turned to see Glen coming into the kitchen. He went to the cabinet beside the sink to get a mug. He headed to the silverware drawer for a spoon before going to the coffeemaker. He placed his mug on the counter and grabbed the kettle. He proceeded to pour coffee into it.

"Good morning, Glen," Annie greeted sweetly.

"Good morning yourself, Annie," Glen replied as he looked at her. He gave her a warm smile. He placed the kettle back in the coffeemaker once his mug was nearly full. "Looking at pictures again, huh?"

"Yes," Annie admitted as she tapped her finger on the page. She observed him putting sugar in his coffee. "When I was fixing my coffee, I started getting an itch to look at pictures. I just had to get this album out."

"That's nice," Glen said, stirring his coffee and tapping the spoon on the rim of the mug twice. He took it to the sink, putting it there. He returned to his coffee to grab it. He went over to her left and sat down. He sipped his coffee before putting it down. He grabbed his IPhone from his pocket. "You know we can store our pictures on this thing."

"Of course," Annie said, grabbing her IPhone from her pocket. "I feel so old having one of these things. It wasn't too long ago that we were using ordinary cellphones."

"Nor was it too long ago that we were using a landline phone," Glen added as they laid their IPhones on the table. "We don't have one anymore. In fact, very few Americans have landline phones."

"Technology is progressing at such a rapid rate. There is even talk of very thin IPhones being made," Annie commented in amazement.

"People don't want clunky-looking IPhones in their pockets. They want those that fit easily into them," Glen said matter-of-factly.

"I have to say I do enjoy texting people, especially my children," Annie said, warmth echoing from her voice. She became serious quickly. "It is very beneficial for certain situations. Mary Stevens moved to Moore, Oklahoma in 2011. When the EF5 tornado slammed into the city on May 20 of this year, I texted her to see if she was all right. I had a feeling that the phone towers had been damaged or destroyed. She texted me back two hours later to tell me she was fine, but her house had been destroyed. She revealed she was staying with a friend until it could be rebuilt."

"Thank God that Mary didn't suffer any injuries," Glen murmured in great relief. "Unfortunately, twenty-four people died in that tornado."

She frowned somewhat. "Thirty-six people died in the F5 tornado that struck Oklahoma on May 3, 1999. Moore was among the cities hit. That prompted the very first tornado emergency."

He raised his eyebrows. "It is estimated that six hundred lives were saved, thanks to that tornado emergency."

Annie nodded in agreement. She felt so bad for the people who lost their homes in both Moore tornadoes. She understood why Moore was called the tornado capital of the world. It had been hit by tornadoes more than any other city or town in the country. She knew the geographic setup made it and other Midwestern cities the perfect targets for tornadoes.

"Since May 3, 1999, dozens of tornado emergencies have been issued. They have saved many lives," Annie murmured.

"I know," Glen responded. "The 2011 Super Outbreak happened just two years ago. Many tornado emergencies were issued during it."

"It was the first outbreak to have individual tornadoes that killed more than fifty people in four decades," Annie pointed out.

"The Tuscaloosa tornado killed sixty-four people. That was an EF4. The Hackleburg tornado killed seventy-four people. That was an EF5. In all, three hundred twenty-four people died in this outbreak. Two hundred eighty-two people were killed in Alabama alone," Glen mumbled in much sadness.

"Four EF5 tornadoes were produced in this outbreak. That is the most in a single day since the 1974 Super Outbreak. That spawned seven F5 tornadoes," Annie said, cringing a bit.

"The 2011 Joplin tornado was the deadliest tornado since the 1947 Woodward, Oklahoma tornado. It was an EF5. It killed one hundred fifty-eight people. The reason why the death toll was so high was that people ignored the tornado warning," Glen mumbled.

"When you get many tornado warnings without any tornadoes happening, you start to assume that all of them are false alarms," Annie pointed out with a heavy sigh. "Even tornado emergencies can be blown off."

"It is what we call complacency. People get used to stuff. Then they think little of it because they've heard it before," Glen explained and emitted a soft snort. "We rarely have tornadoes here in Washington. Our climate isn't suited for it."

"We have to deal with earthquakes," Annie commented honestly. "Give me an earthquake any day. I'd rather fall into the earth than be sucked up into the sky."

"Me too, honey," Glen agreed and rubbed his nose. "Me too."

The couples emitted soft sighs. They wished earthquakes could be predicted. They felt that would save many lives. Unfortunately, they knew it was impossible to know when the next one would strike. They understood that scientists could get an idea where an earthquake might hit.

"When this state gets tornadoes, they are very weak ones," Glen said thoughtfully.

"They are usually an EF0 or an EF1. An F2 tornado actually struck Los Angeles in 1983. It did a lot of damage," Annie exclaimed and spoke gibberish.

He shrugged. "When it comes to downtown areas, tornadoes tend to do a lot more damage."

She huffed. "You got that right."

Annie pulled her hair behind her neck. She and Glen proceeded to talk about tornadoes hitting the West Coast.

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Glen and Annie were still sitting at the table seven minutes later. They were talking about texting. He picked up his IPhone and acted as if he were turning it on and bringing up the message screen to do a text. She couldn't help but laugh at him. He put it down and folded his hands. He laid them on the table before licking his lips.

"The thing I don't like about texting is seeing people do it while driving. It is so dangerous," Glen grumbled in much irritation. He rolled his eyes. "Is it too hard for them to park somewhere, so they can text?"

"Unfortunately, many people think they can do several things at once while driving," Annie responded, scoffing in anger. She gritted her teeth. "We've seen people doing their hair, eating meals, and even reading books." She mumbled inaudible words in Spanish.

"We've seen many people with their noses buried in their phones while we eat at restaurants," Glen muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. "A good number of them are parents. They ignore their children who just want some attention from them." He gritted his teeth.

"At least Missy isn't on her phone constantly," Annie whispered in much relief.

"Yeah," Glen said, a soft sigh leaving his mouth. "She always leaves her phone in her bedroom or the living room when she comes into the kitchen for mealtime." He smiled.

"It's an unspoken rule," Annie commented with pride. "No one is to have phones at the table, not even the parents."

"I hope our phones don't come to life and start dancing circles around us," Glen joked with a snicker.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha. That was so funny that I laughed my ass off," Annie retorted sarcastically.

"You are so cute when you are sarcasm, honey," Glen cooed in sweetness. "Yes, you are."

He pinched his wife's cheek and spoke baby talk. She took hold of his wrist and pulled his hand off. She laid it on the table. They smiled at each other and shared a tender kiss.

"It's been amazing we've been married for thirty years," Annie said, happiness radiating from her face.

"You said it," Glen agreed with a warm chuckle. "Not too many couples make it that far. Forty to fifty percent of all marriages end in divorce in this country every year. The divorce rate was much lower when our parents were young."

She rubbed her chin. "Divorce was frowned upon in their day, especially in small towns. A lot of bad stuff got covered up too."

"What happened in the family stayed within the family," Glen commented in much seriousness. "Kids didn't dare go against their parents for any reason. Honor your mother and father was taken very seriously."

"Unfortunately, that allowed parents to get away with horrible cruelty toward their children," Annie mumbled, cringing badly. "Some of the kids we played with had horrible welts on them from being beaten with belts. We told other adults about the abuse, but they didn't believe us."

"Not even going to the police helped," Glen added, sighing heavily. "No one wanted to believe middle class families could have abuse occurring in them."

"Thank God that adults listen to children more often now," Annie said, relief filling her voice. "Thousands of abused children have been saved as a result."

He exhaled. "You got that right. Anyway, let's look at those pictures."

Glen and Annie shifted their attention toward the album. They gazed at a picture of Isabella balancing a stick on her nose at the bottom of the fifth page. They couldn't help but smile.

"Isabella looks so cute with that stick on her nose," he said in much awe.

"No denying that," she agreed and frowned. "It's unfortunate she isn't around anymore. She was my favorite of Willy and Nikki's offspring."

"You, Missy, Dwight, Aiden, Kylie, and I were so shocked at how much Lilli looked like Isabella that we thought our eyes would pop out like slinkies. Orcas of different ecotypes are known to look like each other," Glen explained.

"The difference between Lilli and Isabella is the former's dorsal leans to the right. It has knicks in it. Her flukes have notches in them," Annie pointed out matter-of-factly. "Despite the differences, I honestly believe that Lilli and Isabella are one in the same."

"I believe it as well. What I don't understand is why Dial would risk having an orca illegally caught from the wild again. He managed to avoid charges the first time. He isn't likely to escape them a second time. The records show he purchased Lilli from the Brighton Aquarium," Glen commented, raising his eyebrows.

"Some people will do anything to boost their profits, even if they have to resort to illegal means," Annie said in much bluntness. "You and I know that many aquariums have incomplete records. Marineland Ontario is notorious for that. Some of their bottlenose dolphins vanished without a trace. At least one orca has an unknown date of death. It was a female caught with Nootka 5 in Iceland in 1981."

Annie turned to the sixth page. She and her husband stared at a picture of Polaris (J28) and Star (J46) surfacing together with Blackberry (J27) coming up behind them at the top of it. The knick in the trailing edge of Polaris's dorsal could be seen. The very slight dip in Star's right eyepatch was visible. So was the black swirl in the white area of Blackberry's open left saddle patch.

"Polaris is such a good mother to little Star," Annie commented truthfully. She emitted a heavy sigh. "Unfortunately, she lost her second calf. It was a little male. He was found washed up dead on a beach in northern Washington on January 8." She sniffled. "It broke our hearts."

"If we include Isabella, nine Southern Resident orcas died last year. Two have already died this year. Baba died this past spring. Her designated number was L26. She was believed to have been born in 1956. Skana passed away early this summer. His designated number was L79. He was born in 1979. He was the son of Spirit. Her designated number is L22," Glen whispered sadly. "The orcas are dying faster than new calves can replace them."

"Nikki and Luna's new babies may have given the population a little bit of a boost, but more need to be born. Most of them need to be females. That means potential future mothers," Annie responded as they picked up their coffees and sipped a tiny bit of them. They put them down. "Sparkle and Nessa are critical for the future."

"I pray to God that those ladies make it to adulthood. I bet Willy, Nikki, Alex, and Luna would love to be grandparents," Glen said, moving his eyebrows up and down.

"Catspaw would become a great-grandmother. That would be four generations in that little family," Annie said, sighing in great content. "Littlespot still hasn't found a mate. I guess he likes being single." She shrugged.

"I remember when Elvis told me he freaked out a little bit when he saw Littlespot's dorsal leaning to the left some," Glen said, smiling as he imagined Elvis's eyes going wide at the sight of the orca's leaning dorsal. "He thought something was wrong with him until Jesse explained the orca was just sprouting and that it was normal for his dorsal to lean like that."

"It's interesting Elvis bonded with Littlespot while he was spying on Jesse and Nadine. That orca was eager to play with him," Annie said with a soft giggle.

"Littlespot's scars are rather faint now. In 2009, they were much more visible," Glen murmured.

"Yeah," Annie agreed. "Anyway, let's look at some more pictures."

"I am all for that," Glen said warmly. He and his wife gazed at a picture of Granny (J2) surfacing at the bottom of the page. The knick in the trailing edge of her dorsal was visible. He proceeded to talk about it.