The following morning, Trevor was in the gym, working ahead of his shift. He had already faced off against a Ranger once, and it hadn't gone as he had hoped, but he did know one thing. His new arsenal could actually hurt them, and if he could hurt them, he could bring them in.

He was working on a bench-press with one of his followers spotted him. As he racked the weights, he could see another couple of officers standing a little way from him.

"Marx?" One of them asked. "Is it…is it true?"

"Is what true?" He asked in response.

"Is it true what the guys are saying, that you…you actually shot a Ranger?" He asked. Trevor was pretty sure this was coming. He already knew his point of view wasn't exactly a popular one. He had already been laughed out of the Calibre Club when he told his colleagues what he wanted to do, how he wanted to bring the Rangers to justice, to make them stand to account for all the damage and harm they caused in the city. He sat up on the bench, beginning to mop himself down with a towel.

"That's not what my report says." Trevor stated. "But if you heard differently…"

"I…I heard that you actually managed to hurt one of them." The officer stated. Trevor could see the others shifting a little behind their ring-leader. His own followers were starting to gather as well.

"What of it?" He asked.

"Well…maybe we're re-thinking our position." He said uncomfortably. "When we heard what you were doing, it sounded pretty insane, like taking on a tank with a peashooter, but…if we can actually hurt the Rangers…maybe it's not as impossible as we first thought."

"You're saying you only weren't on board because you were scared?" Trevor asked.

"It's not being scared to not want to take on an impossible task, it's sensible." One of them protested. "But…we were all talking and we've all noticed this city's become crazy since they showed up."

"Yeah, this town…things were great here!" One of them agreed. "I remember considering it a hectic week if someone tried to boost a car!"

"So, we were thinking that maybe…if you're looking for guys…"

"So now you want to join us?" Trevor asked. He was a little taken aback, on one hand he was always sceptical about the commitment of those that joined after the event. Especially when their main reason for not doing so was basically because they saw the cause as impossible. Any cause was impossible when it first began. However, something he was keenly aware of was the fact that he wasn't really in a position to turn away supporters. He did have other followers who were also getting together their firepower to act whenever they encountered the Rangers, but so far, they only numbered about a dozen at most. In a city the size of Summer Cove, there was no guarantee they would even be close enough to respond to any Ranger sightings. It was sheer luck he had only been a couple of blocks from the school when the call came in.

"Alright, if you're serious, then the first thing you need to do is get some firepower." Trevor told him. "I'm not talking about standard issue, that stuff doesn't cut it. I only managed to hurt one with a shotgun…"

"There's no worries about firepower." One of them said. "We're SWAT."

"Really?" Trevor asked with a little smirk. He knew that now Iris had heard of his campaign he wasn't likely to get much support from her. She would be unlikely to sell more of an arsenal to act against the Rangers, but having access to the SWAT stockpiles might not be the worst thing in the world. "Well, maybe we should talk some more."

Back at the school, Viera was busy picking out something to wear. She just sighed as she held up another top.

"Still too bright." She muttered. "I know Sarah didn't always wear nothing but pink, but why is everything she wore so bright? I thought ninjas were meant to be good at being inconspicuous."

"Well, right now she's a stuffed pink unicorn so I can't really ask her." Mick answered as he came past, causing her to jump a couple of feet in the air with a little yelp. "What?"

"You almost gave me a heart attack!" She yelled at him. "How long have you been here?"

"I don't know how long you've not noticed me, but I've been here since before you tried on the first outfit." Mick answered. "People just seem to kind of miss the fact I'm around. Like I blend into the background. I'd almost be offended if it didn't mean that at times I can just get on with my work without being interrupted."

Viera went back to what she was doing, when her cell phone buzzed. She reached for it, but Mick was a little too quick and picked it up first. He took a moment to notice that it wasn't his.

"Oh…we have the same phone, that's quite a coincidence! You and Jennifer must have similar tastes in electronic devices." Mick stated, before seeing the text. "Why is Monty texting you?"

"He and I are working on something together." She replied.

"Really?" He asked with a little smirk on his face. "What is it? I know you and he share a lot of classes, but so do the Rangers. I wasn't aware there were any joint projects assigned."

"Well, it's…kind of…not a school thing." She told him. "But it kind of is and…I'm really not explaining this well, am I?"

"I think I get the message." Mick answered. "But why would you be trying not to be noticed in that case?"

"I…don't quite follow." Viera replied.

"I mean, I always thought the intention was to BE noticed in these instances." Mick stated. "I know I dress like I only have one outfit here, but when I go to Jennifer's for dinner or to the movies I kind of leave the greasy overalls in the workshop where they belong."

"Mick…"

"You know, slap on a little cologne, a nice shirt, some jeans…"

"Mick…"

"I've even been known to comb my hair." He replied. "Not really sure why though since I can still shape-shift…"

"I wish I could shape-shift." Viera muttered. "Stupid collar, it would make this so much easier if I was still able to shape-shift."

"You know, I don't know if you noticed this but I'd say Monty kind of likes your shape the way it is." Mick told her. "You know, if all the times I spend him staring at you in class are anything to go by." Viera turned a little pink hearing him say this.

"Well…it's…it's not exactly like that." Viera told him.

"So, what exactly is it like?" Mick asked her. She just sighed and figured she could probably trust him.

"Monty and I think we might have found something off about Victor's case." She told him. "We think we might have a lead but…we need to be a little inconspicuous when we follow it up."

"Oh, right. Well, its just as well your friends are ninjas then isn't it?" He asked. "Of course, Levi's somewhere just past Arizona. Brody, Calvin and Sarah are all soft toys and Hayley and Preston are a little pre-occupied right now so that leaves…oh…sorry."

"That's why I was hoping to find something a little darker so that we could stay unnoticed as we tailed A…um…our lead."

"So, you're following someone?" He asked.

"Yeah." She replied.

"And you don't want to be noticed?" He asked her again.

"That's about the size of it." She responded.

"Well, you know there's more than one way to not be noticed." He answered. "Like…did you notice how you just didn't notice me right here?"

"Notice how I didn't notice you?" She asked. "Mick, that…what…what's that even meant to mean?"

"Well, you're used to seeing me in here, and I'm in here all the time and so after a while I just blend into the background unless you're specifically looking for me." He stated as he gestured to himself. "That's why even when I'm not posing as part of the furniture, people have a habit of forgetting I'm here."

"Huh…it's not exactly ninja…"

"Actually, according to Brody disguise was a tool well within the ninja's wheelhouse." Mick interrupted her. "They would wear whatever got them closest to their target. Servants, guards, merchants, even Kabuki Theatre actors. Whatever was best for the environment."

"Huh, that's an idea I hadn't thought of!" She said with a little thought. "A…um…the guy we're following is probably going to be buying soon, so he'll probably head to a gym or a sports centre. I guess I could do worse than some workout gear…"

"There you go!" Mick stated. "And the good news is that Sarah has a whole bunch of workout gear! She's bound to have something that's both practical and dare I say…Monty will like?"

"I think this and…this will be good!" She replied. "Thanks Mick!"

With that, she picked up her phone and called Monty.

"Yeah, I'm on my way, do you still have him in sight?" She asked. "Great! I'll meet you on the way!"

Mick smiled as she ran off to meet up with Monty, before his brows furrowed as a thought came to him.

"Wait a minute…did…did I just encourage Viera to go to a drug deal?" He asked aloud. Before he could process that though, his spare overalls ran into the room by themselves, indicating that Hayley was there.

"Mick, Mick! Preston's finally rested up. He was reading the chapter on the undo spell all night!" She told him. "Come on, hurry up, he's about to give it a try!"

"Alright, I'll be right there." He told her. He followed Hayley outside where they had opted to go to be on the safe side.

"Alright, so why are we out here?" Mick asked.

"I just wanted a little room to be on the safe side." He informed them. "Ironically the undo magic spell is the most complex and precise of the spells. It's apparently nature's way of trying to ensure that people don't use magic…"

"Spuriously?" Hayley asked.

"Carelessly?" Mick asked.

"Willy nilly." Redbot added. Preston just forced a little smile and pretend-laughed at the teasing.

"OK, OK, I got a little carried away, I know that." He replied. "Basically, magic should for the most part be considered a one-way process. There are so many spells that can't be reversed, like killing spells, curses, some charms, that it's best to only think of spells and use spells once you're certain that you won't want to reverse it."

"Alright, so we know it's difficult." Hayley stated. "How difficult?"

"Put it this way." He replied, pulling out a fire-extinguisher. "I'm taking no chances."

"Alright, so maybe start with the most resilient first." Redbot suggested. "I'm kind of sick of the green hair and the blue colour scheme."

"Are you sure Redbot?" Preston asked. He just nodded in response, standing in some clear space.

"OK, let's give this a shot." Preston said as he took a deep breath. He gripped his wand, taking care to make sure he used the grip exactly as the chapter told him. He waved it, tracing a streak of light through the air, making the intricate motion he had practiced a few dozen times, before uttering the incantation clearly and loudly. "Cigam Odnu!"

A beam of light flew from the wand, hitting Redbot. They all watched as after glowing brightly for a few moments, causing Hayley to reach for the fire extinguisher for good measure, he started to transform. Before long, his hair disappeared, and he was back to his familiar red!

"That was incredible!" Redbot gushed, inspecting himself carefully. "I was beginning to wonder if we'd have to start calling me Bluebot!"

"You did it Preston!" Hayley shrieked, hugging him tightly.

"Alright, now we know it works, we can try it on the others." Mick stated, lining up the toys. Mick took another deep breath.

"Cigam Odnu!" He called out. Before long, Sarah, Calvin and Brody were all lying in a heap in the middle of the yard, looking extremely confused.

"What just happened?" Brody asked.

"I don't know." Calvin said as they started to disentangle from each other. "The last thing I remember was fighting that Abrakadanger guy and then…"

"It's a…really long story." Preston stated. "But I promise that I'll tell you all about it once I change back Hayley."

"Oh, yes PLEASE!" Hayley called out, taking her place. "Alright Preston, hit it!"

"Cigam Odnu!" He called out again. In a flash of bright light, Hayley appeared from nowhere. The others just stared at her.

"What? What is it?" She asked. "Did it work? Preston, what did you do?"

"Umm…it's not what Preston did to you." Calvin said, suppressing a chuckle as the others tried to hide the fact they were struggling not to laugh. Hayley looked into a mirror, before turning grumpily towards them.

"Well, YOU try combing your hair when you're invisible!" She screamed at them. "If anyone needs me I'll be in the showers!"

Meanwhile, Monty had been tailing Ace as closely as he could on his bike. He was somewhat fortunate that between the traffic in Summer Cove and Ace's insistence on not being in much of a hurry anywhere so that he could ensure the maximum number of people possible could admire him in his beautiful custom-made car, it wasn't too hard to keep up with him. Eventually he found himself in the bushes lining the parking lot of a local gym as Ace took a bag from his trunk and headed inside. Viera joined him, moving in close, somewhat distracting him from his current surveillance.

"So, he's gone in?" She asked him.

"He stood and talked to the guy at the desk for a bit…about half an hour in fact, but he's just headed into the changing room." He told her, before looking to her with a goofy grin. "So…what…what do we do?"

"How long ago did he go in?" She asked him.

"About forty minutes." Monty said dreamily, before shaking his head to clear the pink, dreamy mist from his vision as he reminded himself why they were there. He was there to help Victor, not moon over Viera…no matter how much that was all he wanted to do.

"Then he should be changed by now." She stated. "He doesn't seem to have gone to any of the fields, so he must be on the floor. We're going to need to get a closer look."

"I would love to get a closer look." Monty said, his voice quivering nervously. "Um…how exactly?"

"What else?" She asked, snatching up her bag. "We go work out."

"Wor…work…out?" Monty asked as he saw her heading in. "Um…I…uh…I should maybe just watch the car…"

"Come on Monty!" She beckoned him. That was pretty much all the encouragement he needed. A strength filled him that made him feel like soon he would be bench-pressing Ace's car!

It…didn't…last!

Monty wasn't exactly unhealthy so to speak, but it didn't take anyone more than a side-glance to know that he was about as familiar with a gym as he was with the Emperor of the Troobian Empire! He followed Viera as she went through her routine, effortlessly working through numerous exercises she had practiced her whole life, preparing for the day she would have to protect her whole queendom, while Monty…stumbled about in a sweaty mess. His attempts at chin-ups could be described more accurately as dangling from a bar while his arms shook uncontrollably just trying to hold his not-even ninety pound body above the ground, his heart felt like it was exploding and his ribs felt like they were about to shatter as Viera worked with a medicine ball with him, and right now, on the treadmill, while she had perfect form as she did with virtually anything he saw her do, Monty's flailing and stumbling as he struggled to keep up with the conveyer belt looked a lot like he was having a fit.

"Have you noticed anything?" Viera asked?

"Yes…but…have…you?" Monty panted as he struggled to get his breath. He could swear that he could feel his churned-up breakfast starting to creep back up out his body and he struggled to keep it down.

"I mean, we've been here over an hour and Ace hasn't moved from that bench." Viera told him. It was true, Ace had come in with his tracksuit trousers and his tight tank top and had plopped himself down in the free weights area on one of the bench press benches. He had done some lifts and exercises, and had admired his admittedly incredibly impressive muscles in the mirror, but that was about all. Much of the time he was just sitting on the bench between sets and posing sessions. "I'd have expected to see a lot more movement from him."

"Has…he…heard…of…Cardio?" Monty puffed and panted, desperately flailing about as he tried to keep upright on the treadmill.

"He has talked to a few others." She commented as she shut off her treadmill, taking a towel and beginning to mop herself down. Monty was thankful for that. As she headed to her bag in the corner, he turned off his treadmill and staggered towards her, his legs feeling like they had turned to rubber underneath him. His ears were buzzing and his head felt like it was buzzing as he stumbled over to where she was taking a sip of some water.

"Monty, do you recognise those kids?" Viera asked as she saw some kids who had been working out, all the while casting glances over at Ace. He just nodded.

"I think…those two are on the lacrosse team." He gasped, taking some water and gulping it down furiously. "That girl, she's the champion!"

"Wait, I think something's happening." Viera said, going into her bag for her phone and positioning Monty in front of her. "Pose."

"Wait, what?" He asked.

"Make it look like we're taking one of those gym shots people keep posting online." She told him. "There are these two guys who post pictures of themselves shirtless in the gym all the time!"

"Um…alright?" Monty said a little hesitantly before taking off his shirt, exposing his dental-floss frame. He looked to her as Viera's mouth hung open and smiled, starting to pose. He smiled brightly and started flexing for him.

"Monty…Monty, hold on!" She told him. "Do you notice anything odd?"

"A girl who sees me shirtless and doesn't laugh?" He offered weakly. She just grabbed him and turned him around.

"Keep posing!" She told him. Monty looked ahead to where he saw that Ace was still talking to the others, but now something else was happening. It looked like this was what they were here to see, but he still didn't expect what happened.

"Why are they giving HIM money?" He asked, before Ace went into his bag and pulled something out.

"Monty…Ace isn't just using." Viera told him. "He's the dealer!"