Alex was checking the daily logs, scanning down the list of the status of each officer. Everything seemed to be in order, but as he neared the bottom and saw the list of officers MIA, his heart skipped a beat. "Jen…" How could this be? Jen is normally good a making regular routine status reports.

Fearing the worst, he sat down in front of the computer and quickly put her through the system. Her profile quickly popped up and he clicked the link for status off mission, again it set her listed as MIA. And below it, gave a time of last known whereabouts. It was three weeks today since anyone had last heard from her. How he hadn't known about it up until now he didn't know. It's typical not to hear from an officer gone on a mission for weeks, but once three weeks roll around they are placed MIA.

Alex let out a heavy sigh; he felt responsible in some way, but he knew even he was not responsible for the choices that Jen made. She was always so stubborn, didn't care what anyone else thought, she just went right ahead with her own plan.

"I knew it would be too dangerous."

"Sir." A Time Force officer saluted Captain Logan as he walked into his office.

"At ease, Officer Bains." Logan put aside the folder he had been viewing. He crossed his fingers together. "Now what is it that you needed to see me about?"

"I was checking the logs of this past year. I came across this….." He handed Logan the file. "It didn't appear accurate, Captain, something seemed off to me. Lt. Scotts and her team were the last officers to go through memory adaptation, correct?"

Logan was stunned, but didn't dare show it. He looked up at the officer and smiled. "Yes, they were. I will look into it, thank you for bringing this to my attention."

"You're welcome, sir." Officer Bains still remained at his post, as if he were waiting for Captain Logan to explain what he had found.

"Is there something else you needed, Officer Bains?'

"No, sir." He smiled. "This was it." Taking that as a hint that it was time for him to leave, Bains started backing away towards the door. "I'll just leave you to your work, sir."

Bains was too distracted to see Commander Alex Drake coming. He backed right into him. Startled and heart racing, he quickly apologized. But Alex seemed distracted as well, and moved right in front of Bains. The young officer quickly took his leave.

"Captain…"

"Yes, I got the call, just a few minutes ago."

"Then you know." Alex took his seat in front of Logan's desk. "What are we going to do? We should send in a rescue team immediately…. Sh-she could be hurt, in trouble…. Jen needs….." He was so concerned about Jen's safety that he couldn't think straight, all that mattered was whether Jen was okay.

"Right now I'm more concerned about this." Logan looked at Alex hard, as he showed him the file that Officer Bains had brought to his attention. "And perhaps this explains why Lt. Scotts has dropped off the radar."

Alex felt his heart sink as he read through the file. A file he had thought he had gotten rid of. Right in bold it said it all: Lt. Jennifer Scotts, memory adaptation incomplete. "Sir, I can explain…"

"Explain what? Dammit, Alex!" Logan banged his fist onto his desk. "Do you have any idea what you have done? I should have both you and Scotts thrown in time prison for this and relieve you of all Time Force ranks." He was furious, to say the least. "Never in all my years could I predict this coming from you."

"Do what you want with me, sir. But leave Jen out of this. She had nothing to do with it." Alex looked Logan straight in the eye. He wasn't about to let Jen go down in anything she didn't have a say in. "I acted alone."

"I find that hard to believe. You are one of the top officers here. I would never have expected to see the day you break the rules," he replied in a harsh tone. He sighed heavily, he was angry and disappointed, but right now he would have to put that aside, there were other matters to deal with. "But we will deal with this issue later, for now we concentrate on locating Lt. Scotts and bringing three mutorgs in."

"Yes, sir."

"And Commander Drake, for your sake, you better hope that Lt. Scotts is not tampering with history. Is that understood?"

"Perfectly."

"Good. That will be all."

Alex stood up, saluted, and walked out, having more problems than when he walked in. Once outside, he leaned his back against the wall, sighing heavily. "Where are you, Jen?'

She was standing in an open field searching the perimeter, but no one was around. In fact, nothing was really around her, just a dirt field and the wide open sky. She was alone, not that it bothered her. It had been weeks since she had made any contact with anyone. Not that she could, her computer for communicating with the others back home had been damaged during one of her attempts to arrest the mutorgs.

"Where are they headed?" Jen asked, as she spoke into the small tracking device. During one of her attempts, she was lucky enough to place a small tracker on one of them and had been following them ever since. The screen continued to flash SCANNING…….. Then it flashed July 20th, 2002. For a moment Jen just glared at the screen and felt a sharp pain in her heart.

She would be going back to the past a little more than eight months since she and the others had been in the 21st century. It would be eight months since he was killed. "Wes…" She found herself whispering his name and for a moment she even considered going further back in time. It was almost too tempting. She had the time travel device in her hand. It would be so easy. She could go back, warn herself about what Wes was doing, or stop him somehow, or do a million other things to save him from his doom.

With just one single push of a button, she'd have all the time in the world. But as much as she wanted to, she couldn't…. Right now she needed to concentrate in bringing in the mutorgs, at least that is what Wes would have wanted her to do…..

"You can run, but you can't hide. I will catch all three of you. One way or another." Jen was very determined to accomplish her mission, although part of her wondered if she was just looking for a death wish. In a bright flash of light Jen disappeared….

Eric looked out the window of the passenger seat of a Silver Guardian truck, watching as they passed by buildings, trees, and people walking down the busy streets. It had been eight months; nearly a year now had passed. He had thought with time the memory would fade away, but it was still with him every day. Every time he opened his eyes in the morning and every time he closed them at night. Not that he had gotten much sleep these last months.

There was no time for sleep. Silver Hills had been taken over, parts of it destroyed. He had gotten out, thanks to Mr. Collins. The two were safely in Turtle Cove, along with many of the Silver Guardians, and other Silver Hills citizens. But not everyone had made it…… Eric heavily sighed, he and Wes were never the best of friends, but Wes had been the only real friend he had ever had and now he was gone...

It had been hard on Collins, learning of his son's death and feeling partly responsible. The last time they had seen Wes alive was when they were attacked by Cyclobots, one coming close to killing him, as he protected both Wes and Collins from the blaster fire. He had been injured and was unable to continue on in the fight with Wes. Both he and Collins had given their blessings for Wes to carrying on, on his own. ….They just never thought that would be the last time they would ever see him.

"Commander Myers, should I go talk to the driver or do you want to?" asked Mace, as he put the truck in park.

"Huh?" Eric turned his head. He shook his head and snapped back to reality. He was more out of it than usual. Just moments ago they had turned on their sirens to alert a driver who had been speeding to pull their car over. "No, I'll handle it." He unbuckled his belt and started to get out.

"Are you sure sir, you don't-"

"I'm fine." He shut the door behind him. He was starting to get tired of everyone treating him like he was made of glass. It had been months since he recovered from his injuries. He was fine. There was nothing wrong with him. Or that's what he told himself. Eric made his way towards the yellow sports car, to go talk to the driver.

"I'm sorry Officer, I….." Taylor looked out her window and she was shocked to see the officer standing before her. It was Eric Myers, the Quantum Ranger. "You're Eric Myers, you're the Quantum Ranger, from Silver Hills."

"Uh huh. Can I see your license and registration?" It hadn't taken long for the citizens of Turtle Cove to come to know who he was. He had made a name for himself in Silver Hills, and with the evacuation and everything, it had been all over the news.

"Yeah, sure." Taylor handed him her license and pulled out her registration. She watched as Eric looked it over. It was no secret why the Silver Guardians were here or why Turtle Cove had become populated with citizens of Silver Hills. She knew all about what had happened, everyone did. She had even considered going to Silver Hills when the attacks started, but she had her own problems here to handle. "I was sorry to hear about your-"

All too quickly Eric wrote her up a ticket and handed it back with her license and registration. "Drive more carefully, ma'am." Before she could respond he walked away. He didn't need to be reminded about what happened, or who he had lost…

"So, you give her a ticket?" asked Mace, as he watched Eric get back into the truck.

"Yeah, I could just tell she was trouble," Eric answered as he buckled up.

"That's the eighth ticket you've given this week. And every one of them, you said, was trouble." It was starting to become a pattern, every driver they had pulled over in the last two months, to every one of them Eric had issued a ticket.

It was starting to get to the point where Mace wondered if Eric cared anymore, about anything. He just handed out the tickets like they didn't even matter and it didn't seem to have anything to do with what the driver had done wrong.

"You got a problem with my tactics, officer?" Eric remarked sharply, his eyes glaring darkly at his partner.

"No sir." Mace sighed heavily. "You just seem to…. Never mind." He decided it probably was best to leave it well enough alone. If there was one thing he knew about Eric Myers, it was better to just let it go when he was in one of his moods. Which as of lately, was pretty much all the time.

The next day…

Mace and Eric were out on their daily routine route when an urgent alert came over their radio. "All Silver Guardians and Cove Police, report to Cranston Plaza."

Eric grabbed the radio and nodded to Mace, who turned down the next block, sirens on, and headed towards Cranston Plaza. "Copy that, we're on our way." Within moments they had arrived at the scene. Eric's face turned white as a ghost and he could swear he felt his heart skip a beat. What he saw scared the living hell out of him: three mutants. "Oh no. They found us."

"We all knew it was only a matter of time."

Eric opened his door. "Yeah. Well, I'm not going to let those freaks destroy this city like they destroyed Silver Hills!" His face was determined. He could not stand to see another city fall, this was the last straw.

Eric led the Guardians in, some ducking behind their cars or corners of the buildings around the plaza. Once all squads were at their posts, Eric stepped forward, gun in hand pointing straight at the three mutants. "Surrender now, or we will be forced to shoot!" Although Eric doubted these three would come quietly.

The mutorgs glared at one another and stared back at the Commander, as if mocking him. They snarled, but it sounded more like a taunting laugh, and no sooner than that, they fired back at the Commander and his Guardians.

Eric dropped to the ground to quickly dodge the blast; it went over him and hit two of his squad members. "Open fire!" Eric yelled, as he rolled over and sought cover behind one of the stone statues. An exchange of fire blasts began, but the Guardians soon learned their firepower was no match for these three mutants. It seemed as if these three were far different from any of the mutants they had faced before.

Eric watched as his team got beaten and shot at. He took a deep breath and clenched his fists tightly together. "That does it!" He put his weapon back on its harness. "Prepare to meet your maker!" Eric roared as he charged at the three. The three then began to fire at him, but missed every time.

The three mutants then realized this man was different from the others. They nodded to one another and combined their hands together, a powerful glow surrounded their hands, and they fired right at Eric, hitting him head on.

"COMMANDER MYERS!" shouted several of the Guardians, as they watched as their commander dropped to the ground, barely moving. Some of them tried to run towards him, but the mutants blasted shots back right at them, preventing them from going to their commander's aid.

Eric tried to get up, but the leader of the mutant trio pressed its foot hard on Eric's shoulder, where he had been hit. He winced in pain, as the mutant applied pressure to his wound. Eric gritted his teeth, he reached for his blaster. "Go to hell!" He was about to shoot, but the mutant leader was ready for him and whacked the blaster out of his hands.

Again the leader pressed his foot against Eric's wound, and took pleasure out of watching him suffer. Eric gasped for air, everything started getting darker around him, but he kept his eyes locked on the mutant on top of him. "Hasn't Ransik done enough? What more do you want from us?"

The mutant paused for a moment, staring down at Eric, and his distraction gave enough time for the Wild Force Rangers to come to the Silver Guardians' aid. Eric was vaguely aware of a voice shouting out, "Falcon summoner!" The blast hit the leader head on, making him fall back towards his two comrades.

"And we have more than that!" yelled the yellow ranger.

The three mutants looked to one another. It was time for them to depart, before the Wild Force rangers could make another attempt, the mutants had disappeared away.

"Come on guys, let's help them up," announced the red ranger, as he rushed to the fallen Silver Guardian's aid, along with his teammates.

The yellow ranger made her way over to Eric, who appeared to be in bad shape. "Looks like you took a nasty hit there." She held out her hand.

Eric shoved the gesture away, and got up on his own, wincing painfully. He applied pressure to his wound, which was bleeding intensely. "What took you guys so long anyways?" He looked around and watched as the other rangers helped his Guardians up, and rushed those who needed medical attention to the ambulances which had just started pulling into the plaza.

"Sorry, but I guess we were afraid of getting another speeding ticket," she responded cockily and crossed her arms against her chest. She and her team had just saved his ass, and all he could say was 'What too you guys so long.'

"Excuse me?"

"Here, maybe this will help your remember." She powered down. "You remember me now, Commander Myers? Or are you too pigheaded to remember you gave me a ticket yesterday?"

"You." Eric smirked. "You're a power ranger. You got to be kidding me. I guess they let anyone be a ranger these days."

"What's your problem? We helped you out, the least you can do is say thanks."

"Thanks, but no thanks." He looked her daringly in the eyes. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to attend to my men, and report damages." He turned away and started towards the vehicles.

"Why you selfish, undeserving basta-"

He stopped and turned around. "Watch it, or I'll give you another ticket."

Taylor just clenched her fists as she watched him walk away. Never had one man made her so angry. "Who does he think he is? Big shot Silver Guardian Commander."

"What was all that about?" asked the blue ranger, as he and the others gathered around Taylor, wondering why she had demorphed. "You know him or something?"

"Unfortunately, yes. He's the asshole that gave me a ticket yesterday." Taylor watched as the medical team attended to Eric's wound. "Come on, let's get out of here."

Max laughed. "Wait, you mean to tell me Eric Myers, the Quantum Ranger, gave you a ticket?"

"It's not funny, Max!" Taylor slugged him.

"You're right. It's hilarious."

Night had fallen and the three Mutorgs, who called themselves Rofang, Kired and the leader Takach, stood tall on top of a building overlooking Turtle Cove. They snarled at one another, talking in the tongue from ancient times, a language long lost and forgotten.

Unbeknownst to them, they were not alone on top of the building. A dark caped figure was listening to their every word. The language decoder device made it easy to comprehend.

"Takach, we find the master soon, right. Then we pollute Earth, create more orgs."

"No."

Rofang and Kired looked at each other; that had been the plan ever since they had left the year 3001, to come here to the twenty-first century and meet up with the master org. "But, I thought that-"

"Change of plans. You heard what he said." He watched as his two comrades exchanged a glance with each other. "I think it's time we pay our old friend Ransik a visit. You do remember him, don't you?"

"Yes, of course. He was the one that freed us from that stone prison, all those years ago," answered Rofang.

"Ransik? I should have known he had something to do with this," Jen snarled, as she backed away into the shadows, with the cape covering her face.