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Five days had passed since Bridge was back on active duty, and five days have gone by since he had heard Edward's voice. He was starting to believe it was all behind him, that what he was hearing was due to the trauma he had endured while held captive by the man. Bridge was beginning to feel good again, and although he was nowhere near one hundred percent, he felt better. Training was working, and he was learning to fight where it did not cause him pain, and his physical therapy was showing signs of improvement. As each day went by, the memories of what happened to him were fading.

Bridge had just finished physical therapy and was heading to get some food when the alarms went off. Bridge was still getting used to responding to the calls after being out of the field for so long, but his reflexes still took over and he ran to the Command Center.

"B Squad, Gruumm has sent down an alien that is terrorizing the city, go bring him in." Commander Crueger gave the team their orders.

"Yes sir! S.P.D. Emergency!"

The team morphed and headed into the city to fight the monster and now several Krybots that were attacking people in the streets. The team was fighting the Krybots, trying to get to the monster, but they were having trouble getting through all of them. Bridge had been fighting the robots when he realized he had an opening to get to the monster attacking everything around him Bridge flipped over one of the Krybots and hit the monster with his arm causing it to yell out. The large blue monster grew angry and began to attack Bridge at full force. Bridge blocked the first few punches, but then the creature caught his wrist and flipped him to the ground. Bridge screamed out in pain that was now shooting up his arm. The monster had grabbed right where he had been restrained. As Bridge got up the pain in his arm was not subsiding. Any blow would cause more pain so he began fighting with his legs instead. Bridge was losing his concentration.

"Why fight with your hands when you don't have to?"

Bridge stopped for a moment. He thought the voice of Edward was gone, but he was certain he had just heard it. His pause gave the monster the advantage and he kicked Bridge hard in the chest causing him to fall to the ground.

"You're stronger than that Green, do to him what you did to me."

"No."

"Think how easy it would be, just get in his mind and tear it down. He won't be able to cause any more damage. He won't be able to hurt anyone ever again"

The monster was coming after Bridge, but before he could hit him again, something in Bridge snapped. The monsters hand was coming down on Bridge when it stopped in midair. He struggled against the invisible force holding it; frozen in place. He struggled to speak, not able to get any words out. Bridge was starting to get into the creature's mind. He saw him talking to Gruumm, telling him how he was a general on his planet and had fought in many wars. Bridge began to see some of the terrible things the monster had done to win those wars. As Bridge dug deeper into the monster's mind, he noticed the rangers finish up with the Krybots and begin heading in his direction. He pulled back from his mind invasion and grabbed his morpher, jumping up as he held it out.

"Judgement mode!"

The monster was found guilty, and the team ran up just in time for Bridge to card it.

"Hey, you got him before he was able to jump into a giant robot, nice job!" Z was happy the battle was over.

"Yeah, you really held your own against that guy, nice job Bridge." Jack clapped Bridge on the back.

"It's great to have you back Bridgey." Syd too congratulated Bridge on his job well done against the monster.

Sky however stayed silent, he had noticed the strange pause in the fight, but was not close enough to see exactly what had happened. He walked over to Bridge.

"You okay?"

Bridge nodded. "Yeah, fine."

Sky wished they were unmorphed so he could see the look on Bridge's face, but for now he would have to believe his friend.

"You could have ended him. You could have had all the power."

Bridge ignored the voice in his head and tried to concentrate on what was going on around him. He needed to stay focused.

"Come on, let's get back to the base." Jack yelled for Sky and Bridge to follow.

"Good work catching yet another soldier sent down by Gruumm." Crueger nodded at his team. "Cadet Carson, you showed great skills out in battle today, thus proving that you are able to handle the pressures of the field. Gruumm will not stop Rangers, remain strong. Dismissed."

The team saluted at their Commander before exiting the room.

Bridge was walking down the hall when Edward began to speak to him.

"Yes, nice work out there indeed. You could have destroyed that thing, reigned over it in an instant. What happens to that alien now? He sits in his card, but then what? Will Gruumm stop sending soldiers? No, not unless you show him there is someone to be afraid of. You need to send him a message."

Bridge was trying to ignore the words in his head, but they were so loud.

"Did you see into his mind? There were some interesting things in there don't you think?"

Memories of the alien's time as a general flashed across Bridge's mind. He had several different strategies, ones that Bridge would never use himself. They went against what S.P.D. stood for, but he could not help the thoughts circling through his head.

That night Bridge was having trouble sleeping. Between the fight that day, physical therapy, and now the voices still in his head, Bridge was feeling a lot of pain. His arms and legs hurt, his neck hurt, and his head was pounding. He tossed and turned, unable to find a position without shooting pain coursing through him. Too much was swirling in his head, his mind was going back to his time under Edward's capture. Every time he began to fall asleep, his would feel a jolt run through him. Bridge gasped, expecting to see bright lights all around him, but was relieved to find himself in his room.

"I think you miss our games."

Bridge groaned a little. "Go away."

"Now, why would I want to do that? Not when I can take your pain away."

That got Bridge's attention, but he stayed quiet.

"I'm in your mind Bridge, I know you are interested. Just relax and let me have a spin for a while."

"You want control of my body? You aren't even real."

"I'm real enough, besides I'm dead anyway so what harm can it do?"

Bridge was fighting the urge to give into the voice, but he was so tired, and in so much pain. He did not even mean to let go, but he did, and the next thing he knew he was drifting off to sleep. For the first time in a while, Bridge had a peaceful night's rest. When morning hit, Bridge was still asleep when the alarms rang.

"Ranger's to the Command Center."

"Come, on sleeping beauty, time to get up." Sky shook Bridge.

The Green Ranger groaned and rolled out of bed. He shook the sleep out of his eyes, grabbed his jacket and followed Sky to the Control Room.

"Cadets, there has been a breach in our academy. Last night our systems were hacked, and confiscated items were stolen." Commander Crueger addressed the team.

"Sir, was there anything of great importance stolen?" Jack stepped forward.

"Mostly weapons; Dr. Manx is going through all of the inventory now to find out exactly what has gone missing. Not much was stolen, which leads me to believe this was a one man job, however this is not to be taken lightly. This person is intelligent and knew how to hack into the security system. We must locate this perpetrator at once!"

"Yes sir!" The Rangers all saluted and began coming up with a strategy to catch the person responsible.

Bridge went straight to the computer to see if he could override anything done from the night before. Z came over to help him.

"Any luck?"

"No, whoever did this wiped all the security footage completely, not even a trace of a junk file was left." Bridge continued to type. "Huh, that's weird."

"What is it?" Z was not sure what Bridge had found.

"It doesn't look like they hacked into any of the access codes. They would have needed those to get into evidence."

Z looked worried. "Do you think it was someone inside S.P.D.?"

Bridge shrugged a little. "They could have covered their tracks really well, but yeah, that is a very high possibility."

Z left Bridge's side to tell the others it could be an inside job. The team decided to start talking to anyone that could have had access to the evidence lock up. Bridge continued to search on the computer noticing a few things that made him begin to worry. Once he could not look any further he left the Command Center and went into a bathroom.

"Edward…Edward I need to talk to you." Bridge shut his eyes and concentrated.

"Well, well, I was wondering how long it would take for you to contact me."

"Please tell me you, or actually me, was not the one to hack into the S.P.D. system last night?"

There was silence for a moment. "And if I had?"

"No, no, no, no, no, this is not happening. You cannot have control of mind. I went to sleep last night, and then…"

Bridge could hear laughing.

"I won't let you get away with whatever you are planning. You aren't real. You are just in my head. I'm in control."

"Are you Green? We'll see."

Bridge leaned against the sink not sure what to do. He was in over his head. Once Bridge caught back up with the team, he found that they had come up empty with their investigation. They had decided to take to the streets to see if anyone had seen anything suspicious. While everyone else took off to investigate any leads they could find, Bridge managed to go off on his own. The longer he walked, the more angry he became.

"I can't believe you did this. This is my body, not yours, you can't just have control of me whenever you feel like it. You need to tell me what you took and where you went…or where I went."

"If want me to stop being in your head then make me…unless you don't want to."

Bridge continued walking, having the argument in his head. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm helping you."

Bridge could not believe what he was hearing. "How could you possibly be helping?"

Edward laughed. "You are seeing clearer with me in your head; less questioning of right and wrong, and more action."

"You aren't helping me."

"You're stronger with me in your head."

Bridge laughed out loud, which would make him seem even crazier if anyone had been walking by. "You've been messing with my head. Controlling me, that is not making me stronger. You are nothing but a pain."

"Everyone underestimates you Bridge. I did most of all. Just when I thought I had you, you broke through everything; got inside my head, and killed me, all with your mind. But you saw everything in my head, and now I'm in yours. Almost as if my subconscious got downloaded right into yours. Together we could be great. I craved power, I wanted to rival Gruumm, but with my thoughts and your strength the Universe could be ours."

"I don't want to rival Gruumm, I don't want power. That was always you."

"No, but you want to do good don't you? Uphold the law and protect the citizens."

Bridge leaned against a wall, this conversation was getting to him.

"What if you could bring down someone you've been after for years? Someone you can never gather enough evidence on to arrest."

He knew exactly who Edward was talking about. At first Bridge wondered how he could have known, but then he realized that he could see all of his thoughts as well. Bridge no longer had any secrets.

"Basta."

"The mob boss you and your little team have been trying to catch. He's smart, but he's also an arms dealer. Usually has others do his bidding, so when S.P.D. come sniffing around he is innocent. Let me help you bring him down."

Bridge was getting tired of this.

"Reach into your pocket."

The feeling in the pit of Bridge's stomach grew as he put his hand in his pocket and felt a small hard object. He pulled it out to see some type of red crystal. "This is something you stole, well actually that I stole, from the evidence lock up, isn't it?"

"Indeed it is, but now it's your ticket to throw the others off of our scent, and bring down your man. This crystal is extremely rare and can power a very dangerous weapon."

"I'm not planting this on Basta."

"No, you aren't going to plant it, you're going to make him believe he stole it. You are going to rewrite history."

Bridge realized what Edward wanted him to do, and he realized he was not convinced it was an awful plan. Bridge held the crystal in his hand, trying to decide if he should turn it in, or take it to one of the most notorious criminals in New Tech City.

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