Jayden and the other Samurai could only hold back and watch as the RPM team surrounded Scott, who was sitting on the couch, trying to take in what Hicks had just told him. Only an hour earlier, someone had stormed city hall, and gunned down Mayor Truman in broad daylight.

Scott just stared at the floor, unable to comprehend the magnitude of it. His father was dead, murdered. He didn't know why, but given his position, it wasn't hard to imagine that there were people that would have a motive. Even the "Hero of Corinth" had enemies.

"For what it's worth, it looks like he went down fighting." Hicks told him. "We found a couple of corpses in his office that look like they were his handy work."

"That sounds like dad alright." Scott murmured, holding his head in his hands as Summer placed a hand on his arm in a comforting gesture. He looked up to Hicks. "Do we know who did this?"

"We have a wounded man in custody. We're just waiting until he's medically cleared to be interviewed." Hicks informed him. "The men were all wearing suits, but we don't want..."

"The Scorpion Cartel!" Scott roared, getting out of his seat and grabbing his jacket as he headed for the door. Hicks just grabbed him.

"I was going to say we don't want to jump to conclusions!" Hicks told him. "If it was Fresno Bob..."

"You don't need to worry about that, I'll ask him myself!" Scott snapped, cutting him off, rage burning in his eyes. "Then, I'll see that justice is done."

"Look, I get where you're coming from." Flynn said sympathetically as he came into view.

"How can you Flynn?" Scott yelled at the Blue Ranger. "Your dad's at home, safe and sound. Mine's dead!"

"In case you forgot, I lost my mum to violence; I know how much it hurts!" He answered. "She was stabbed on a street corner for the contents of her handbag! Don't think you're the only one that's been hurt!"

"We still don't know if he had anything to do with it." Summer reminded him. "I mean, Bob's a slimy piece of work alright, but this...it just...it doesn't make any sense."

"I worked with him for years." Ziggy reminded him. "I could say a lot about him, but the one thing he isn't is stupid. If he wanted your dad ghosted, he wouldn't have been so obvious about it."

"Whoever did this has just pissed off the entire military." Hicks added. "He was a hero to all of us. Whoever's responsible has brought an unholy shit storm on themselves. It'd be suicide!"

"You're too damn right its suicide." Scott told him. "Because when I find the guy, I'm burying him!"

"Scott, stop!" Dr. K called after him. She ran to him, grabbing him to stop him. "I can't let you do this..."

"You think you can stop me?" He asked.

"I want to stop you doing this to yourself!" She told him. "I could have escaped Alphabet Soup years earlier. I could have inoculated myself and released an airborne weaponised virus into the air supply. I could have put a toxin into the water supply. There were a hundred ways I could have slaughtered all the guards and escaped, but I didn't. I tried to find a way that wouldn't result in that. I can't let you take a life in cold blood. It would destroy you!"

"We'll find the guy." Hicks assured him. "We'll find him, and we'll make sure justice is done. In the meantime, we need you to sign the paperwork to release his remains. Then you can begin funeral arrangements."

Just then, a man wearing a white lab coat walked in. He was wearing glasses, and had cornrows.

"I need to ask for your signature Mr..." His words tailed off as he saw the Samurai Rangers. They too looked at him completely aghast.

"Kevin?" They chorused. The other five looked between the man who had just walked in and their Blue Ranger. With the exception of the hair and the clothes, there was no denying the fact that they were identical.

"How did you know my name?" He asked them. Scott just signed the form and sat down as everyone sat around, completely baffled.

In another area of the city though, a man was sitting in a shady corner of a bar, lazily smoking a cigar as he watched the comings and goings. He was a tall man, with a decent build, and wearing an expensive, white business suit. He clicked his fingers, indicating to the bar that he wanted another drink, at which the waitress started to mix it.

Another man came into the bar, looking around, before finding who he was looking for. He started to make his way over, stopping a little way from the table as he saw the shadowy figure pulling back his jacket, reaching for a shoulder harness. He opened his own coat to show that he was unarmed, and breathed a sigh of relief as he was gestured forward. The man in white took his feet off the table and sat up straight, his face still concealed by the shadows.

"Is it done?" He asked.

"Truman is dead." The other man responded, pulling out a napkin and starting to mop his brow. "Sir, this is risky..."

"You're my lawyer; you're paid a great deal to take risks." The man in white cut him off. "Witnesses?"

"As far as anyone's concerned, it was the Scorpions." He replied. "There is a problem though."

"I don't like the sound of that." The man in white replied.

"One of our guys was taken alive. He's in the hospital." The lawyer told him. "It's only a matter of time before he's fit to be interviewed."

"Then make sure it doesn't happen." The man in white replied. "Put the word out, there's a six figure bonus for anyone that makes sure he doesn't see another sunrise."

Back at the Garage, the Rangers, Hicks, Vasquez and the forensics "Kevin" were all sitting around as Dr. K inspected both him, and his Samurai counterpart. Eventually, one of her computers bleeped, and she checked it.

"Its official, the DNA's a 100 percent match." She told them. "You are officially both the same person."

"What?" The two Kevins chorused, before looking to each other. "How?"

"This is an alternate dimension." Dr. K reminded the Samurai Rangers. "You are not meant to be here, that means that it is possible that versions of you do exist here."

"So...there's another one of all of us?" Antonio asked.

"Not necessarily." Dr. K explained. "You see, a new universe is created any time a random event occurs, creating a set of circumstances that are based off that eventuality."

"So..."

"So, we have no idea what eventualities are the same and what ones are different." She concluded. "Here, you never became Samurai Rangers. You were never called, because Master Xandred was sealed away. That could, in and of itself create thousands, possibly even millions of possibilities."

"Like?" Emily asked.

"Well, for one thing, it's not necessarily set in stone that here you were even born." Dr. K replied. "Your family could have died out in the Venjix raids, or you could be...well...anything!"

"So...is there any danger in us being in the presence of our counterparts?" The Samurai Kevin asked. "I mean, if we touch, is the universe going to implode or anything?"

"You've seen way too many science fiction films." She sighed. "No, you are both just the same organic matter you always were. It's just...you're the same...only from a different place in the multiverse."

"Wow, I can't imagine." The forensics Kevin gasped. "Um...you look like you're in shape."

"I was trying out for the Olympics." The Samurai Kevin told him. "Other than that, I was always doing Samurai training..."

"Samurai?" The forensics Kevin gasped.

"Yeah, you know, swordsmanship, Symbol Power." He rhymed off. The other Kevin just shook his head, looking at him blankly.

"Well, as fascinating as this all is, we should be getting back." Hicks told them. "The witness should be ready to interview by now."

In Central Corinth Hospital, the injured mobster started to stir and come to, finding himself in the hospital. Since he was arrested, he had been bombarded by so many tests and drugs that he didn't have a clue what day of the week it was, let alone what was going on.

He knew that his boss would not be happy that he had been captured alive. It meant that he would be a loose end, but he just smiled as he thought of something. He had been a low level grunt for years. He was nothing, a nobody. As far as the rest of the organisation was concerned, he was just a piece of meat. Now though, he had an opportunity to prove his worth. He could easily bring the organisation down single-handedly. His testimony would easily cause more than a few people to lose everything, but as long as he kept his mouth shut, they would owe him big.

He resigned himself to the fact that it would mean time. Big time. He was part of a violent incident, involving firearms that had resulted in the death of the mayor, but he knew that forensics would prove he hadn't fired a fatal shot. He would serve a few years for possession of an illegal weapon and assault with a deadly weapon, but the fact was that he would be out in less than ten, and then the organisation would owe him. The boss would be grateful, and he would have proven he could be trusted.

Just then, he started to feel a stale taste in his mouth. He then started to grab around his throat as he realised that he couldn't breathe. He started to gasp, but every mouthful of air was completely devoid of oxygen.

He heard some footsteps and looked up, seeing a figure enter the room, and his eyes grew wide in horror. He was a loose end, and his boss had sent his top assassin to make sure it was tied up. He reached for the alarm button, but a hand grabbed his wrist, and stopped him, before pulling the wire out of the alarm, disabling it. He took one last gasp, and slumped down dead.

The assassin pulled out a cell phone and hit speed dial.

"Sir, it's done." The assassin stated, before putting the phone away and walking out the room. It would be hours before the nurses did their next rounds and found him. The deed was done.