Wes sighed, staring at the paperwork on his desk. This was his least favorite part of his job, having to fill out forms and file things. He'd much rather be training or out in the field. But Eric insisted he take a turn at everything as co-leader.
"This is boring," he muttered to himself, shuffling the papers around.
He was finally reaching for a pen again when there was a small pop and something white appeared in mid-air, falling toward his desk. Yelping in surprise, Wes jumped backward and tipped his chair. He fell to the ground with a crash, quickly scrambling to his feet as he tried to figure out what had just happened. Sitting on his desk on top of his papers was a white envelope.
"What on earth?" he muttered, taking a hesitant step toward it.
With the way it had appeared out of nowhere, he wasn't sure if he should touch it or not. Training and past experience with unusual things said it probably wasn't a good idea, but he didn't want to leave it just lying on his desk. Quick footsteps in the hall announced Eric just moments before he came rushing in. He'd heard the crash of Wes falling and came to see what was going on.
"You look like you've seen a ghost," he comment, frowning at Wes. "You know, pretending to see things and knocking things over isn't going to get you out of the paperwork. You have to do your share."
Wes rolled his eyes.
"It's not that," he said. "It's that."
He pointed at the letter. Eric raised an eyebrow.
"The envelope?" he smirked. "What, are you scared of mail now?"
"No!" Wes exclaimed. "That letter just appeared out of nowhere right in front of my face and fell onto my desk. I have no idea where it came from—or who it's from."
"So let's find out," Eric said, walking past Wes and reaching for the letter.
"Eric, don't—nevermind…" Wes said, too late to stop his partner from picking up the letter.
"See, nothing wrong with it," Eric said, turning around with the letter in hand. "So why were you staring at it like a bomb, again?"
"Because it could have been," Wes retorted. "You can't constantly just go around and jump into a situation without knowing what's going on—like when you stuck your hand in that box that got you your morpher. That turned out alright, but one of these days your impulsive decisions is going to come back to bite you in the butt."
Eric snorted.
"Hasn't happened yet," he smirked, examining the letter briefly before holding it out to Wes. "It's addressed to you."
Glaring at Eric, Wes took the letter to look at it. The letter was indeed addressed to him, albeit a little abstractly.
"It's addressed to the 'Red Time Force Ranger'," he said, frowning as he looked back up at Eric.
"And that would be you," Eric said drily, crossing his arms. "So are you going to open it?"
Wes glared at him again, but opened the envelope. Pulling out the letter inside, he read it quickly, his face growing grim as he realized what it was.
"What is it?" Eric asked when Wes looked up again.
"It's from Mystic Force," Wes said. "They want to meet us."
"Well, that's not going to happen anytime soon," Eric commented. "I don't really have a burning desire to deal with an angry Jason right now—or anytime, really."
Wes nodded in agreement, handing the letter to Eric so he could read it.
"So how do we respond?" Wes asked, rubbing a hand over his face. "We're not supposed to be in contact with them."
Eric looked up from the letter, smirking.
"I got this," he said, heading for the door to go back to his office.
"Hold up," Wes protested, following him. "Jason specifically said not to make them mad."
"Relax, pretty boy," Eric retorted. "I'm not going to make them mad."
"Then what are you doing?" Wes frowned, following Eric into his office.
His question was answered a moment later when Eric opened a filing cabinet and started pulling out some papers. Seeing what he was getting out, Wes started laughing as Eric smirked.
"Guys! We got a letter!" Chip exclaimed, bursting into the apartment. "We finally got a response!"
Nick, Xander, Vida, and Madison looked up as Chip skidded to a stop in the middle of the nearly empty apartment, waving a letter around. They were all in the middle of officially moving into Rootcore. With their leases expiring in a few days, the rangers were all moving their things to their new home. They had finished with Chip and Xander's apartment the day before, so now they were tackling Vida and Madison's. Chip had left for a little while to feed Fireheart and check in at the Rock Porium. Toby had been alright with them being gone for moving as long as they swung by once in a while to make sure things weren't crazy—though he had still been making comments about absent employees again.
"From who?" Madison asked. "One of the other ranger teams?"
"Yes!" Chip said eagerly. "Though it's weird…"
The other four frowned, exchanging confused glances.
"What's weird?" Xander asked.
"They sent it to the Rock Porium," Chip said. "How did they know to send it there?"
"Well, word has gotten around a little that we hang out there," Vida pointed out. "And you know they've probably been watching us from the beginning."
"Sis is right," Madison said. "I'm sure it's nothing."
They had all stopped working for the moment, their focus shifting to the letter.
"Yeah, you're probably right," Chip said. "So can I open it?"
He looked at Nick expectantly, wanting his opinion on the matter.
"Yeah, go ahead," Nick said after a moment. "We can take a break. Just be ready."
Nick wasn't too concerned about the letter being a trap, but he knew it was always possible. Though their enemy had been defeated, they would never be completely without enemies for the rest of their lives. It came with being a Power Ranger. Excited, Chip started tearing open the envelope.
"You know, it's a lot thicker than I thought it would be," he commented. "But I guess that just means they have more to say."
Opening the envelope, he pulled out the papers inside. Frowning, he started glancing through them.
"What is this?" he muttered, flipping through the stack.
Reaching over, Vida snatched the pile of papers out of his hand, taking a look herself. Sighing, she looked up at Chip as Xander snagged a couple of the papers out of her hands.
"Sorry, Chip," she said. "But it's just an application for the Silver Guardians…It's not a letter…"
"And they sent pamphlets," Xander added, examining the ones he was holding.
"Oh! Here's something," Madison said, catching sight of a white piece of paper in her sister's hands. "I think it's a letter—oh…"
She'd scanned it quickly and started shaking her head.
"What does it say?" Chip asked hopefully, trying to hold on to his excitement.
Sighing, Madison read it out loud.
"Thank you for contacting the Silver Guardians Program," she read. "We appreciate your interest and are always accepting applications. Please send back your completed application and all required attachments to the given address. If you pass the initial application process, we will contact you with further information. Thank again for your interest and best of luck."
She stopped, looking back up.
"And that's it…" she said slowly.
The excitement in Chip's eyes finally died as disappointment took over.
"Come on, Chip," Nick said, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "Cheer up. It was probably just a mistake. The must have got it mixed up with another letter. Besides, there are still a lot of teams left to respond."
"I guess…" Chip mumbled.
"Nick is right," Vida agreed, bumping into him. "Someone else is bound to respond soon. And, in the meantime, let's finish packing so we can get lunch."
"Yeah, ok," Chip said, smiling again. "It probably was just a mix-up. I'm sure they'll fix it or we'll here from someone else. So let's get to work!"
Tossing the papers aside, the rangers got back to packing.
"So what's going on?" Trini asked as Jason came back in the room. "Is everything alright?"
He sighed, shrugging.
"Yeah," he said. "I just don't know what to do with my sisters and their friends right now…"
Trini frowned as he sat down. It was just them for dinner that night. Her parents had the kids.
"What did they do now?" she said.
"They sent letters to Lightspeed and Time Force," he said. "Well, Wes and Eric—the others probably won't see that letter unless they call. Apparently they want to meet other ranger teams."
Raising an eyebrow, Trini passed Jason a plate so he could start serving himself.
"So why didn't they just call you?" she asked. "Or send you one? Wouldn't that have made more sense?"
"Because I'm still not talking to them," he said. "And they aren't talking to me. Pretty sure they don't want anything to do with our team so they're trying to get in touch with the others instead."
"But the others won't meet with them until they talk to you," Trini said slowly.
Jason smirked, passing her the salt.
"Nope," he said. "And I'm not going to tell them. Let them figure it out for themselves."
Trini sighed, shaking her head.
"Jason, have you talked to Tommy about this?" she asked, looking at him expectantly. "Because you know he'd want you to talk to them."
"No, I haven't," Jason said, rubbing a hand over his face. "Actually, I haven't talked to him in a few weeks. I've been giving him some space—hoping that he'll actually rest a bit after his stint in the hospital a few weeks ago."
Trini nodded. Both of them knew how much Tommy liked sitting still—which was not at all. They were just hoping Hayley had made him relax a little.
"Well, then go call him," Trini said. "It's been long enough. We're both worried about him still anyways and this is important. See what he says before you make a final decision."
Jason nodded and the two fell to talking about other things as they continued eating dinner.
After they were done eating, Trini shooed Jason out of the kitchen to go call Tommy. He protested, trying to help, but she promptly removed the plate from his hand and ordered him out. She didn't want him putting off the conversation just because he was being indecisive. Grumbling, Jason headed to the living room with his cell phone, dialing as he walked.
"You'd better pick up, bro," he muttered as he started pacing back and forth.
But Tommy didn't answer his cell phone. Frowning, Jason decided to skip trying him again and went straight to the next best solution—Hayley. Tommy had probably lost his cell phone again anyways. Hayley answered after a couple of rings.
"Hello?" she said.
"Hey, Hayley," said Jason. "It's Jason. Is Tommy around? He didn't answer his cell."
There was a brief pause and Jason frowned.
"He's not here," she finally said.
"Ok," he said. "Where is he? Can you have him call me when he gets home? I've got something important to talk to him about."
She hesitated again.
"Hayley, what's wrong?" Jason asked. "Is he ok?"
"Oh, he's fine," she said quickly. "It's just—well…he's not going to be home for a while…"
Jason froze in place for a moment, his mind jumping to the worst conclusions.
"What is that supposed to mean?" he asked, not entirely sure he was ready for the answer.
Hayley must have heard the change in tone, because she was quick to reassure him.
"It's nothing bad," she said. "He's just out of the country on a dig. He'll be gone for several months."
Jason relaxed, his momentary panic gone. Then he frowned.
"Wait—when did he leave?" he asked. "And why did he leave? He just got out of the hospital. He shouldn't be traveling yet."
"He left last week," Hayley said shortly. "And like I said, he's fine. There's no reason he shouldn't be traveling and he wanted to go on the dig."
"Hayley, he collapsed for some unknown reason and you let him take off out of the country by himself?" Jason exclaimed. "He used to just run to his uncle's cabin—couldn't you have sent him there?"
"He wanted more space than that," she snapped. "And don't you dare question my judgment. I know what's best for him."
"Alright, alright," Jason said, backing off a little. "No need to be so snappy."
"Then don't imply I don't know how to take care of Tommy!" she exclaimed. "You may be his best friend, but remember that I'm his wife."
Jason took a deep breath.
"I know," he said. "Just calm down. I know you're—"
He stopped, hesitating. It wasn't his goal to irritate her more.
"You know I'm what?" she demanded. "Fat? Is that what you're not saying? That I'm getting fat?"
Jason winced.
"No!" he immediately protested. "I wasn't going to say that! I was just pointing out that you're a lot moodier now that you're pregnant. I said nothing about your weight."
"But you were thinking it!" she snapped.
"No—" he tried to protest again.
"Just wait until Trini hears about this," she burst out. "You should know better."
"Hayley, don't," he groaned. "You know that's not what—"
There was a click indicating she'd just hung up on him.
"Great," he muttered. "I'm so dead…"
"Jason," Trini said, coming out of the kitchen a few moments later. "Why is Hayley texting me? And why—you called her fat?"
Jason groaned, rubbing a hand over his face.
"No, I didn't," he said. "I just told her she was being moody—which she was—and somehow she took that as me talking about her weight. I have no idea how she got there…"
Trini glared at him.
"Go finish the dishes," she snapped. "I'm going to call Hayley and then you can tell me your side of the story before I decide what I'm going to do to you."
She stalked out of the room, leaving Jason staring after her. Sighing, he ran a hand over his hand.
"Bro, you are so dead when I see you," he muttered, heading for the kitchen. "And why on earth did you leave the country when your wife is pregnant?"
With no chance of an answer anytime soon, Jason sighed and went to finish the dishes.
"We got another one!" Chip announced excitedly, bouncing into Rootcore. "It just came in the mail!"
He was waving another letter around. Smaller than the last one, it was clearly hand addressed. Nick, Xander, Vida, and Madison were all scattered around the main level, each of them working on their own things. But when Chip came in, they stopped what they were doing and looked up. It had been several days since the first disappointing response arrived. But Chip had bounced back, eagerly waiting for another letter.
"Well, then what are you waiting for?" Vida asked. "Read it."
The others murmured agreements as they all crowded around Chip. Still bouncing excitedly in place, he tore the envelope open.
"I think it's actually a letter this time," he said eagerly, unfolding the single sheet that had been inside.
He scanned it quickly before reading it out loud, a little of the excitement falling away again.
"Come on, Chip," Nick said. "What does it say?"
Chip took a deep breath and started reading.
"To the Mystic Force rangers," he said. "We received your communication. However, at this time we cannot arrange a meeting of any kind. If you would like to meet with any past rangers, please contact the Mighty Morphin' red ranger for details. There will be no further communications from us until we have received word from him."
He looked up.
"Its signed 'Wild Force Yellow'," he said, frowning in confusion. "And it's sealed with a yellow eagle."
"Well, that's odd," Madison commented, leaning against Nick, his arm around her waist. "Didn't we send all of them to the reds?"
"Yep," Chip confirmed. "Oh! There's a P.S. And the handwriting changed…"
"And what does it say?" Xander asked. "Does it explain why their yellow is writing instead of their red?"
Chip shook his head.
"Mystic Force," he read. "We really would meet with you if we were allowed to, but chain of command says we can't right now. Hope to meet you soon! Wild Force White and the rest of the team."
"Umm… Ok?" Vida said slowly. "So, that answered nothing. Guess we have to keep waiting…"
Chip sighed, looking a little disappointed.
"I still don't get why their yellow responded instead of their red," Xander said, shaking his head. "It just doesn't make sense."
Chip frowned at him.
"What's wrong with yellow?" he asked.
"Nothing!" Xander said quickly as the other three snickered at him. "It's just—well, yellow usually isn't in charge… Not that there's anything wrong with that! I—"
"Xander, stop while you're behind," Nick said, clapping a hand on his shoulder.
"He does have a point though," Vida said. "Why would their yellow be responding? Shouldn't it be their leader doing that? And reds are always the leader, right?"
The rangers all exchanged glances, shrugging. They couldn't think of an instance where rangers weren't led by a red.
"In most cases," Leanbow said, walking up behind them. "But not always."
They all turned to look at him, waiting for their teacher to explain. For a moment he said nothing, looking at the four young rangers.
"What do you mean?" Madison asked.
"While it is true that most ranger teams are led by a red ranger," he said. "There have been instances when another member of the team took charge instead. One such example is the first white ranger in the non-magical realm, the one you four have spoken about in the past. From observations we have made, it appears that he led the team for a time rather than the red ranger."
Vida, Madison, Chip, and Xander exchanged glances, nodding.
"We didn't think about that," Xander said. "But you're right. He did."
"I thought they were more co-leaders than one over the other, though," Chip frowned.
Leanbow nodded.
"That would be an accurate description," he admitted. "Remember, neither Udonna nor I have ever spoken to any of these rangers ourselves. Most of our knowledge comes from observation, and a lot of mine is second hand due to being a prisoner of the Master."
"Which is never happening again," Nick said fiercely. "You aren't missing anything else."
"I have no intention of missing any more of your life, Bowen," Leanbow said. "Nor does your mother."
Madison smiled, leaning her head against Nick's shoulder as the rest of the group smiled, too.
"But he's the only one I can think of," Chip said after a moment. "And I know a lot about the rangers."
Leanbow smiled.
"That is true," he said. "You are very knowledgeable when it comes to ranger history, Chip. But you are wrong when you say there aren't others. There are two, in fact, that we know of. One was only a leader until her red arrived while the other led with the red for the duration of her time on Earth."
"Wait, what?" Vida exclaimed. "So the teams were led by the girls for once?"
Laughing, Leanbow nodded.
"For a time," he said. "Wild Force operated for a space of time on their own before their red arrived. Until he came, their yellow ranger took the lead."
"Which might explain why she wrote the letter," Nick said. "She was in charge at some point."
Leanbow nodded.
"And Time Force's pink ranger led the group from the future," he continued. "And she continued to take on much of the leadership responsibilities even after they found their red in the present day."
"See?" Vida smirked, elbowing Xander. "Girls can lead, too."
The boys all rolled their eyes.
"We never said you couldn't," Xander retorted. "Just that you don't."
Madison and Vida both glared at him.
"Smooth," Nick said, shaking his head.
"Anyone up for a training session?" Vida asked, glancing around the room. "Because I feel the need to beat on a certain someone."
Laughing, the others agreed as Xander protested and Vida grabbed his arm, towing him toward the door. With Leanbow following, the rangers left the letter on the table and headed out to do some training.
"Just great," Jason muttered, glaring at the papers on the floor. "Now I'm going to have to sort everything again…"
Sighing, he leaned down to pick up the papers he'd been planning to put in the filing cabinet. As he picked up several of the sheets, something slipped out that didn't belong there. Frowning, Jason set his papers aside and picked up the unfamiliar envelope. Taking a closer look, his eyes narrowed. Though he hadn't seen the letters belonging to Lightspeed or Wes and Eric, he knew immediately what it was—and it was addressed to Mighty Morphin' Red. He must have gotten it the same day and mixed it up in the rest of his papers without seeing it.
"Why would they send me one?" he muttered, opening it and scanning the letter quickly. "They should have just called."
Shaking his head, he stuck the letter back in the envelope and finished scooping up his papers. Glancing at the time, he dumped them back on his desk and headed for the door. A couple of their friends were coming over for dinner and Trini would kill him if he was late.
"So we did get a letter after all?" Zach asked. "Well, you did—though I guess it's kind of for the whole team."
Jason nodded as he pulled it out and handed it to Trini who was sitting next to him. She opened the envelope and starting scanning the letter. They had just finished eating dinner. After putting Rose in her playpen and making sure Mark and the DeSantos twins were entertained, Jason and Trini had sat back down with Zach, Rocky, and Aisha who had all come over for dinner.
"Yeah," said Jason. "I found it in some of my papers at the dojo. I must have missed it two days ago when Wes, Eric, and Lightspeed got theirs. I also spoke to Taylor yesterday—apparently Wildforce got one, too."
The other three rangers exchanged surprised looks. This whole letter thing seemed to be spreading quickly throughout the rangers.
"So, Jason?" Rocky said slowly, reaching into his own pocket. "Would now be a good time to tell you I got one, too? For ninjetti?"
Jason glanced at him, frowning as Rocky set his letter on the table.
"Why didn't you tell me two days ago?" he asked.
"We weren't home," Rocky protested. "That wasn't exactly a conversation I wanted to have with you while I was with my family. It's hard to find a private place with so many people around."
He and Aisha, along with their boys, had been on a short vacation out of state with Rocky's parents and several of his younger siblings. Aisha nodded in agreement with what Rocky said, glancing toward the door. They were all watching to make sure none of the kids could hear what they were talking about.
"Fair enough," Jason said grudgingly. "No one saw anything, did they?"
"Miraculously enough, no," Aisha quickly reassured everyone. "We were lucky and happened to be waiting in the lobby for everyone else to come down from the hotel room and there was no one else in the room at the time."
Rocky nodded.
"It scared us both, but I didn't have time to do more than hide it before my little brothers came running out of the elevator," he said. "We read it later and just didn't know what to do with it besides keep it hidden til we got home…"
Nodding, Jason left the letter where it was sitting as he rubbed a hand over his face. Trini placed her hand over the hand he still had resting on the table.
"So Timeforce, Wildforce, Ninjetti, Lightspeed, and us," Zach mused. "But why just those teams? And how did they decide who to send the letters to?"
"It's the reds," Trini said, looking around. "They sent letters to the reds."
"But Jason said Taylor called him about the Wildforce letter," Rocky pointed out. "She's a yellow, not a red—"
Aisha and Trini both turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow.
"Not that there's anything wrong with that," he added hastily. "I just meant she doesn't fit that pattern."
Aisha rolled her eyes as Trini shook her head.
"Rocky, Cole got the letter," Trini sighed. "Taylor just beat him to the phone call because she thought of it first."
"Ah," Rocky said. "Got it."
"The point is," Jason said. "That what Trini said makes the most sense."
"It does," Zach agreed. "Except why just those reds? And why you, Jason? Why send you a letter if they know you're still mad at them? Are you sure they know about you?"
For a moment no one answered. Most of them had been thinking the same things. Now they all looked at Jason, waiting for him to answer.
"Why wouldn't they know?" he finally said, frowning. "There's no other reason for them to be so mad at me—unless they really think I'm just being stupid in defending Tommy. But it's not like I was trying to hide it anymore when I went there the last time. If they didn't figure it out from my reaction, then they really weren't listening to a word I said."
"Maybe they didn't," Aisha said. "Maybe they don't know—or maybe they don't know everything."
Everyone else was nodding in agreement, but Jason still wasn't convinced.
"I don't know," he said. "I think they just sent the letter on accident when they sent the rest."
"But we need to know, Jason," Trini said quietly. "Because if they don't know who we are, then they're missing a big piece of the puzzle in all of this."
He sighed, nodding as he rubbed a hand over his face.
"You're right," he said. "I guess I'll have to go back…"
"Oh yeah," Zach snorted. "Cause that's going to do a whole lot of good. Another screaming match is a great way to get information from the crazy kids with the magic sticks."
Jason glared at him. He started to snap back a reply, but Aisha interrupted.
"He's right, Jason," she said. "You're not going to get a straight answer from them with the mood you're in. Let someone else go."
"Like who?" he snapped, wincing when Trini elbowed him. "Sorry…"
Aisha ignored his tone, though, and acted like nothing had happened.
"Why not me?" she suggested, looking around at her friends. "Your sisters have met me before, but it's been years since they saw me. Before they were in high school, I think. Maybe if they don't immediately recognize me they might be more willing to talk rationally."
Jason nodded slowly.
"That might work," he said.
Trini was nodding next to him. She liked the idea, too.
"It'll definitely be better having you approach them," she agreed. "And hopefully you can determine just how much they do know without actually saying that you're a ranger. Because if they don't already know we don't want them to find out until we're all ready."
Aisha nodded, but next to her Rocky was frowning and shaking his head.
"No," he said firmly, crossing his arms. "Not a chance."
"Rocky!" Aisha exclaimed in surprise. "What are you talking about?"
"You are not going anywhere near those kids," he said. "Who knows what they might do if they find out you're a ranger—look at what happened to Tommy!"
Aisha sighed.
"Rocky," she started to say.
"No," he said again. "I'm not letting you put yourself directly in harm's way like that. You are not going to Briarwood by yourself."
"And you can't go with her," Jason growled, glaring at the other red ranger. "The girls know you—they've seen you countless times at the dojo. Aisha might get away with it if she doesn't give them her last name, but you can't."
"Aisha can handle herself, Rocky," Trini said, trying to keep the peace. "And the girls may have done some stupid things, but they would never attack her without any provocation—well, at least I don't think they would… I guess they kind of already did… oh…"
But Rocky just shook his head again.
"Not a chance," he said adamantly. "I'm putting my foot down, Aisha. You are not going by yourself."
"Oh for goodness sakes, Rocky," Aisha said in exasperation. "I'll be fine."
"I'm not risking it," he muttered.
"Then I won't go by myself," she relented.
"And who are you going to take?" Rocky asked. "Jason and I can't go and neither can Trini. Adam can't because they've seen him at the dojo, too, Tommy is definitely out of the question, Billy isn't even on the planet, and you are not taking Tanya, Kat, or Kim—or Justin. I love the kid, but he's just not that intimidating."
Aisha sighed, shaking her head as she tried to think of someone else.
"Hey!" Zach said, frowning. "You forgot about me! I was not on that list."
"Perfect!" Aisha exclaimed, beaming at him. "You can come with me."
"What?" Zach and Rocky said in unison, looking at Aisha in surprise.
"Oh, don't look at me like that," she said, rolling her eyes. "Zach is perfect. Not only can he look intimidating if he really wants to, but he can also blend in really well if he doesn't want to draw attention."
"Not to mention that my sisters haven't seen him more than a handful of times since we were in high school," Jason added, nodding approvingly.
"But I never said I was going!" Zach protested.
"Sure you are," Aisha said. "It'll be fun."
"But—" he tried to argue.
"Zach, go with Aisha," Jason growled. "It won't kill you."
"It might," Zach muttered, relenting. "But fine, I'll go."
"Good," Jason said. "And I want the two of you to find out as much as you can about what they know—and these letters."
He held his up as he spoke. Aisha and Zach nodded. Rocky still didn't look happy, but he wasn't arguing anymore.
"So how did the rest of the teams handle theirs?" Zach asked, reaching out to take the letter from Jason.
Frowning, Jason let him take the letter to read.
"What do you mean, other teams?" he asked.
Zach glanced up.
"Well I just assumed they sent it to all of the reds," Zach said. "So I'm actually kind of surprised you're not on your way to Reefside—or already there."
"Why would I be on my way to Reefside?" Jason said, a little confused now.
"Because there are four young adults with super powers and overprotective streaks who probably wouldn't take kindly to a letter from your sisters and their friends," Zach said.
"They don't have super powers," Jason sighed. "As Hayley likes to remind me. They have genetic ability—oh no."
He froze as the full weight of what Zach was talking about sunk in.
"Conner got a letter," Jason groaned.
Standing abruptly, Jason started heading for the door.
"Jason, where are you going?" Trini asked, frowning.
"Keep the kids out of the basement," he answered without stopping. "I need to talk to a certain speed demon in red about what he can and cannot do in response to that letter and I can't say there won't be shouting involved."
Sighing, Trini just shook her head and turned back to the others as he disappeared.