The next morning, Allison was dragging her feet a little getting to work. She had never set out to be a supervisor not in this job...or any other job if she was honest. The responsibility just seemed to be a lot more hassle than it was worth when she thought about it. More than anything, it always seemed like a lot of the people she'd met in such roles just seemed so uptight over every tiny little rule whether it made any sense or not. Allison was never one to really care about rules, as could be evidenced from the number of times she'd been taken home by cops when she was a kid for skating where she wasn't meant to.

When she got offered the position here though, the responsibility didn't seem like hassle though. It didn't seem like just a title to feel important over, or an excuse to be a jerk to those who only days before she had been joking around with like always. She knew she was never likely to be a Ranger. She wasn't much of a fighter for a start. However, she knew how important their battles to protect the world were, and she was grateful that she could do something to help, even just a little. Taking a few extra tasks that on the face of things didn't even seem to be too difficult and freeing up Ms Morgan and the others to concentrate on more important matters seemed like a great way to do her part for the war effort.

However, she had only been in the job one day and already the appeal was wearing off. She had to deal with seemingly every other staff member coming in late or leaving when they felt like it, she had to do with everyone moaning about their shifts and asking for favours which she would no doubt have to cover. She had already been called out by Ms Morgan for the fact it seemed it only took one day for the restaurant to descend into chaos on her watch. She had hardly slept all night, and she had on a couple of occasions considered handing in her notice.

However, she had managed to shake herself out of that. She had given up on a few things in her time, school, jobs, relationships...things that when she thought about never really benefitted her or were more hassle than they were worth. The difference with this was that this time, what she was doing actually mattered. People other than her depended on her for once. She couldn't just quit. As she got to the museum though, she was pleasantly surprised to find Alessandra waiting for her.

"Alessandra, you're...you're here." She said, more than a little surprised. Alessandra just looked a little confused.

"I say I be here." She replied. "I make commitment."

"I wish others were more like you." She grumbled as she opened the door, letting them both in. They got to the cafe, finding Kendall was there, working on her laptop while she enjoyed the benefits of the coffee machine. "Ms Morgan, have you heard anything more from the others?"

"They still have to find the Plesio Zord, but they think they might have tracked down someone that can help them." Kendall told them. "Shelby getting a chance to meet one of her 'idols', Dr Joseph Runga is just an added bonus for her."

"That's great news!" Allison responded. "So they might be back soon? With a new Ranger and Zord as well?"

"I guess we'll just have to see." Kendall replied, packing up her lap top and picking up her coffee. "I'm heading back to the lab to rest up for a bit. I swear, the sooner they get back and I can go home the better."

"Now that is a woman who could use some people to lighten the load." Allison sighed, beginning to get the chairs down. "Put the ovens on to heat up would you?"

"Why she do this?" Alessandra asked, making air quotes with her fingers.

"When?" Allison asked.

"When she talk about Dr Runga, she do this." Alessandra said, repeating the motion. "What that mean?"

"I guess it means she doesn't like the guy much." Allison suggested as she continued with the chairs.

"Why?" Alessandra asked her. Allison just shrugged.

"Damned if I know." She responded. "She only started to come around to Shelby and me after a few months."

With that, they just went on with their work, preparing for the morning coffee run.

Over in New Zealand, the Ranger's rented minivan finally found its destination. It was a significant way from the city, and seemed to be even further into the 'Wop Wops' than even Albert's place. They were somewhat used to this; dinosaur fossils didn't have much respect for convenience of travel arrangements. As they were travelling, Albert was pointing out a lot of the local landmarks, gleefully telling them of the expeditions he had led there. While many of his tours were a complete hoax, searching for creatures that didn't exist, the one thing that was true was that Albert was an experienced bushman and tracker, and he had led many tours into dangerous wilderness. They knew that he would be an invaluable addition in this search.

Shelby wasn't really listening to Albert though; she was sitting in her seat, drumming her feet on the floor, pulling at her clothes with her copy of Dr Runga's book on her lap. Tyler noticed this, and had kept quiet for a while, but he couldn't ignore it any longer.

"Shelby, will you relax?" He asked her. "Dr Runga is just a Palaeontologist. We've met dozens of them."

"JUST a Palaeontologist?" She asked a little indignantly. "Is Da Vinci JUST an artist? Is Spielberg JUST a director?"

"Well technically..." Riley started to say, before being clobbered across the back of the head with the book. "OW!"

"Dr Runga is THE leading expert on the Plesiosaur in the entire world!" Shelby told them.

"Yeah, we heard that." Chase chuckled. "The first THOUSAND times you told us...HEY! DRIVING HERE!"

"Can we take a trip where Shelby DOESN'T assault us?" Riley asked.

"You know, hitting the guy driving isn't considered the smartest thing to do." Tyler said to his girlfriend. Shelby just looked to him. She knew he was right, she had geeked out a couple of times meeting people. The first time she had met Anton Mercer she had forgotten her OWN name when she introduced herself!

"I know." She told him. "It's just...this guy, the guy that wrote this book, he's kind of the reason I wanted to do all this in the first place. The way he used to talk about how seeing these creatures made him feel, all that passion...it affected me more than any of the fairytales that I had read to me as a kid."

"We're here guys!" Chase declared as they pulled up to a small encampment with a number of vehicles and tents gathered around. People were milling around with all kinds of tools. They all recognised the signs instantly. They were indeed in the right place; this was unmistakably a dig site.

Chase pulled up his vehicle where he was directed by security.

"Passes?" He asked.

"Oh...sorry mate, we don't have passes." Chase told him. "We called ahead. We have an appointment to see Dr Runga!"

"Right, you and dozens of others." The security guard stated. "I'm afraid he's busy. You'll have to wait until he can verify your appointment."

"Sir, you have to believe us, we called only a short time ago!" Ivan said, becoming a little agitated.

"It's true; I was there when they made the call." Albert assured him.

"Your assistant assured us we would see Dr Runga today." Ivan said a little more intently. "Please, we have come a long way..."

"Dr Runga is in the middle of a press event. He can't be disturbed." The security guard said. "You can wait in your vehicle until he is finished with his appointments..."

"We were assured we could speak with him right away!" Ivan demanded. "This is an outrage...!"

"Please, just settle down Your Highness." Tyler said. The other Rangers all immediately looked to him. It wasn't the first time they had pulled this ruse, and they all knew to play along. Ivan didn't look at all happy, still upset at the idea of impersonating a royal, but that just helped the idea. "It's alright, we'll wait..."

"Wait...Your Highness?" The security asked.

"Oh...it's not important." Tyler told him. "I mean, he is only Prince Phillipe III heir to the throne of Zandar, but we can wait..."

"Perhaps I can find somewhere more comfortable for you to wait!" The security guard suggested. "Come this way."

"I thought I made my feelings about impersonating the Prince VERY clear!" Ivan whispered angrily.

"It got us in didn't it?" Tyler asked in response as they were shown to a table in the middle of the camp, with a large tent behind it. It was the closest thing to an office in the area. They could see a marked out area a little way off, that the crew had been digging out for quite some time. There was a group of photographers out there, but it seemed like a lot more than just site surveys, they looked more like press.

"You can wait here." The security guard told them. "Dr Runga should be finished soon."

Shelby took that moment to inspect her team.

"Alright, we're going to meet Dr Runga. We NEED to make a good impression." She told them, starting to straighten out their clothes and hair. "We only get to make ONE first impression and..."

She paused as she got to Albert. He was still wearing his survival gear, much of it looking a lot older than most of the team. It also wasn't completely clean.

"Albert! I thought I asked you to dress up!" She protested. He just smiled.

"I did!" He said proudly. She just stared at him. "What? How many gala events do you think I go to?"

"Koda!" She whined, seeing the Blue Ranger standing barefoot next to him. "Koda, I thought we agreed you'd wear shoes today!"

"I know, but leave sandals at home." He told her. "Shoe you give squish toes! Not comfortable!"

"Guys, don't you care at all who Dr Runga is?" She asked them. "He's got hundreds of discoveries to his name..."

"And we're quite literally meeting him in a hole in the ground." Chase replied. Shelby was about to answer, but stopped when she realised he had a point. Dr Runga was out here working. It wasn't like he was going to turn up in a tux or anything. "Something tells me a little dirt isn't likely to bother the guy much."

"We only need to know where to look." Riley reminded them, looking to the charts on the table. "Maybe there's something here."

"We have not been invited to share his research." Ivan reminded him. "It seems...dishonest."

"Do you want to wait all day for the guy?" Riley asked. "Koda, you check those maps. I'll start with these."

"Hey, is that him down there?" Chase asked as Tyler, Koda, Ivan and Riley all started to rummage around in Dr Runga's paperwork, looking for any notes he might have suggesting the location of Plesiosaurs discoveries. Shelby just looked down into the dig site, where she could see a guy clearing out some other people in the area, in front of a bunch of cameras, clearing out a site for a photo op. Shelby just smiled.

"Yeah, that's him!" She said, looking on, seeing her childhood hero. "That's Dr Runga."

Down in the trench, Dr Runga was giving out orders to his team, directing them around.

"Move that netting, it's covering the company logo on those crates." He instructed one of his crew in a deep, authoritative voice. "I don't want another half hour phone call from the CEO for failing to get his logo in the shot."

Dr Runga was a huge man, well into his forties, but a massive presence, eclipsing most of the others in the area. He was part-Maori, giving him a dark complexion, and despite his age, he was still exceptionally muscular through a combination of labouring on his digs, and a deep love of rugby. He had short, dark hair that was styled practically, that was steadily losing the fight against grey. He was wearing hard-wearing boots and khaki trousers, with a deep blue shirt. He had a purple scarf around his neck. "Come on, quickly now, clear the shot! I don't want to see anyone in the shot!"

"Dr Runga, we normally line up our own..."

"You have your bosses, but I also have mine to satisfy." Dr Runga interrupted the photographer as he knelt down in the trench. He picked up a freshly excavated skull, holding it up for her. "This shot is for the front cover right?"

"Only the back cover I'm afraid." The photographer said quietly, beginning to prepare her camera. Dr Runga just sighed, not even trying to hide his disappointment. The back page wasn't exactly great, he was really hoping for another front cover. That was where the real money and prestige was.

"I suppose that'll have to do." He responded, unhappy but thanking his luck that at least it was a cover. The front over, centre pages and back cover of magazines were the ones everyone looked at first. He figured it could have been worse; at least he wasn't buried in the pages somewhere. Once the reporter took the picture, she started to pack away her camera. "Wait, aren't you going to ask any questions?"

"No, I should be able to write something myself." She told him, gesturing to the rest of her crew. "Come on guys, if we're quick, we can beat the traffic."

Dr Runga put down the skull and stewed for a moment as the reporters left. He had hoped for so much more from the reporters, but they couldn't have made it clearer they were not hugely interested in his story. They were already well on the way to leaving by the time he climbed out of the ditch. When he got there, a security guard was already waiting.

"What is it?" He asked, accepting a hand up the last couple of steps on the ladder. The security guard pulled in closer.

"Sir, your appointment has arrived." He told him. Dr Runga looked to him.

"Appointment?" He asked.

"Your assistant took a call this morning?" The security guard reminded him. Dr Runga just shook his head.

"I'm not in the mood." He responded. "Tell them to come back another time..."

"You might want to reconsider." The security guard told him. Dr Runga just stared at him wearily. "They're escorting Prince Phillipe III!"

"The Prince of Zandar?" Dr Runga asked. He started to run after the reporters, just as their van pulled out. "Damn it! Of COURSE this is when they leave! Fine, show me to them!"

By the time he arrived, the Rangers were starting to kill time while they waited for him by helping themselves to his charts and research. He let out a little cough as he arrived.

"This is a restricted area." He reminded them. Shelby looked to the others, wordlessly chastising them for going through his work. They all knew how territorial Kendall could be when it came to her work. While in an idealised world, scientists were meant to care more about the advancement of their fields and freely exchange research, the fact was that everyone was a little bit reluctant to share, especially when it came to credit and potential profit.

"I'm sorry; my colleagues are a little over-eager." She told him. "Hi, I'm Shelby Watkins!"

Dr Runga just stared at her, like he was begging her to explain why that name should mean anything to him.

"We called to arrange an appointment?" She continued to explain. "We're from the Amber Beach Natural History Museum...in the United States?"

"Oh, right...you're the competition." He put down bluntly.

"Competition?" Shelby asked, looking a little surprised. "We were just hoping to ask for some help..."

"So, which of you is leading this expedition?" He asked them. Ivan stepped forward.

"I suppose that would be me." He told him, steeling himself to violate the code he had sworn to all those years ago. "Prince Phillipe III, at your service."

"Your Highness, I'm honoured." Dr Runga responded. "No, who is the lead on the dig?"

The team all looked around each other, before Shelby spoke.

"That would be me." She told him. Dr Runga crossed his arms over his chest as he looked to them.

"You?" He asked her. "No offence, but I find it hard to believe you're old enough to be a PhD."

"I'm not, but Ms Morgan has a lot of faith in me." She responded.

"Morgan...Kendall Morgan?" He asked. Shelby smiled.

"You know her?" She asked him, thinking they might have hit on a familiar name that might make him more receptive to them. He just nodded.

"She worked with me when she was a grad student." He replied, before his smile slipped. "From what I remember, her work was always second rate."

"Second rate?" Koda growled, looking annoyed. Chase grabbed his arm. Everyone knew that insulting Kendall when Koda was in earshot was not a good idea for anyone that wanted to remain healthy.

"We wanted to ask about Plesiosaurs." Shelby told him.

"Well, I suppose it's no secret my work is the pre-eminent work on them." Dr Runga told them. "There have been a lot of fossils located here..."

"Actually, we were hoping you might be able to tell us the kinds of places where they might go...if they were alive?" She pressed on. Dr Runga now looked completely confused.

"You want to look for a LIVING dinosaur?" He asked them. That was when he noticed Albert in the background. "Wait, don't I know you?"

"I don't think..."

"Wait, you're that crackpot that runs those silly tours!" He said as he realised who Albert was. "Some of my team hired you to take them into the mountains! They were stranded out there for days!"

The Rangers all looked at Albert, who seemed to realise what he meant.

"I warned them not to go up so high." Albert told him.

"Andrew got frostbite! He lost two toes!" Dr Runga responded.

"They sent me away when I refused to go any further!" Albert protested. "It's not my fault they weren't equipped!"

"Hang on, I see now." Dr Runga said, looking at the group assembled before him. "You're looking for Tanifa."

He rolled up his sleeve, showing them a tattoo of a Plesiosaur. They all inspected it.

"It was the legend of Tanifa that sparked my fascination of the Plesiosaur in the first place. I always wished I would find it." He told them, before rolling down his sleeve. "But Tanifa is about as real as your 'Prince' there. Security!"

The Rangers quickly found themselves surrounded by security guards. They didn't want to cause any trouble.

"This is most outrageous..."

"I actually WENT to Zandar! I helped find a Pachysephilosaurus there!" He interrupted Ivan. "I still have a dollar bill in my pocket. I know exactly what Prince Phillipe looks like."

"Please, Dr Runga." Shelby implored him. "Just...tell us where we should begin looking and I promise we'll leave without a fuss."

Dr Runga just sighed. He didn't really want to be party to this farse any longer, but he also didn't see the point in having security throw them out if he didn't need to.

"Forget open ocean. It needed places to hide, so it stuck close to shore." He told them. "Check lakes, coastlines, ocean caves...anywhere with a lot of rocky terrain for it to hide in. Now kindly stop wasting my time. Show them out."

"We're going." Tyler snapped as a guard started to shove him along. The Rangers decided not to make any more of a scene than they already had and just left.

"Are you OK?" Tyler asked Shelby, seeing the disappointment in the Pink Ranger's face. She just put away her book and nodded.

"I really thought he might be...nicer." She told him. Tyler put his arm around her as they walked away.

"He's a jerk, forget him." Tyler told him. "We've got a Zord to find."

A/N: Well folks, as many of you know, a certain convention is coming up, and I am once again going to attend. I may just get one more chapter out before then, but not promising anything. If not, don't worry, I'll be back after the event! Hope you enjoy the chapter!