If you read the chapter 14 about Dusty's P.O.V.,
I'm so sorry. I change my mind.
Since I didn't write this story more than half years,
I a bit forgot and I had no idea.
So, forgive me and this would make sense from the story.

Enjoy it. :)

HOW DID he comes?

He was afraid. Now in front of him was a stranger, an unknown car. The stranger made his mental breakdown as his scare and creepy look—rusty and creepy like a crazy scientist. That car used a mask, too.

His tail was tied up to a pillar and his tires were locked up. There was no one else except himself and the stranger, who came without knowingly. He even remembered that he had locked his garage up inside. And the door was not opened. The stanger got in without undid the lock. It was out of his mind. He felt the turbulence attacked his brain and his engine too much.

He remembered the moment before this tragedy hadn't been happened.

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The sun was appearing through the mountain when he woke up. It's now spring?, he asked, but no one couldn't hear his words. Well, hope there will be no fire in a nice season.

He drove away to the hall of Piston Peak Air Basement. Everyone was still in their dream worlds. Why don't day wake up this morning? Always they never view a nice day in spring. Always he saw this scene once for years—nobody woke up early in the first day of spring. He sighed and shook his head slowly.

Nevertheless, he pulled his word back to his mind when he was seeing someone had just gone out from the garage. The plane was yawning with loud voice and stretching his body when he looked someone stood 2 meters from him.

"Mr. Blade?"

"Hi, Champ. Why do you wake up so earlier?"

"Mmm, no reason. I just wake up for no reason. What about you?"

"Nothing." Reliezing his lie, he explained, "I mean, well, first day in spring has come."

"Oh, you want to enjoy it this morning?"

"Well, yeah, maybe," he said, half truthly. How did he cannot say truth to his new partner—even the second leader after Windlifter? Who knows, he said to his heart.

Rusty yawned again, now with small voice—like a whisper. "I'm sorry. I think I need gasoline for my stamina."

Blade just smiled as he felt a bit twitchy to stay around with someone in this first spring.

"Do you want to go?"

"No, thanks."

"Okay. I'll go." Rusty drove away.

Blade saw Rusty as he saw Dusty on the first time they built a relationship—when Dusty had helped Harvey and Winnie. Dusty and Rusty had the same thing: stubborn. But Rusty was really clever on his stubborn so he could attack Blade's argument about this life that was not an expectation.

"But, we can try it, right? Life indeed doesn't always you expect it. But, Mr. Blade, you have to know this, what's wrong if I expect it? You know, hope is the thing that build someone to be someone that he or she want, right? If it was not true, then where did you come to be a firefighter? Is that the thing that was not your hope—like it was just from yourself?"

He was true. Might be Blade would never be a firefighter if he didn't built a hope after Nick's death. Moreover, might be Rusty would still on his pity as his mom dead and his dad was taken away by kidnapper and made him crazy like a psycopath because Blade expected that the boy would be a firefighter in 30 years old—but Rusty now 21.

In the training time, Rusty made a record of fast learning ever—just two weeks! He grew quickly, like lightning. He could make best solution to extinguish the fire with a few red phosporescent. As Rusty's intelligent, Blade promote Rusty to become a—young—second leader of the SEAT.

Blade took off and flow away around the sky. He saw the great view of Piston Peak. The meadow, the trees, the rocks, and the deers. He remembered when the last big fire when Dusty was still in training.

After the incident, the land was very bad. The forests were gone. No deers around, even there was nothing left. Only the destroyed Piston Peak. The goverment give a hand to make the Piston Peak come back as usual. Several years then, it took a nice, even very nice, views of a new Piston Peak. Moreover, there were some flowers around the meadow.

Hope there be no fire in a nice season, he remembered his hope in the morning before.

Several hours after having seen around the Piston Peak, Blade took a rest with the team. Talking and laughing each other. Nice chat-time for Blade in this first spring.

In the evening, he came to Maru's garage to see Maru's doing. He worked on a "better than new" pipe repairing that was just broken in winter season. Always he worked with duct tape. And there were a half-full box duct tape beside the pipe.

"Rebuilt the pipe with duct tape again?" Blade asked, starting a pleasantries.

"What do you think? I can do everything, but I really love to repair something with duct tape."

Maru had told Blade that duct tape was his required tools because he loved it. The first time of his duct tape was the toy he had when he was kid. While his toy was broken, he cried to his father and showed his broken toy. His father, who was an enginer, took the toy and a duct tape, then repaired it quickly.

"Next time, just repair it with a duct tape!" His father said and laughed. Then he gave that duct tape to Maru. He looked the toy. It was shining when the toy arranged toward the light because of the silver duct tape. Hence Maru was interested to use it while everything was broken. The books, pencils, spoons, wires, pillars, and anything else.

But, when found himself wounded as his body was scratched by a sharp tool, he tried to close the injury it with his duct tape, but his father let it loose.

"Son, it's different one! You can't heal yourself with duct tape! Here, I'll cure you."

So his father cured Maru. And then Maru had just got lesson that not everything can be repaired with a duct tape. He then learnt how to be an enginer.

Blade shook his head to realize himself, looking the side of the wall.

"You want to see Nick?"

"No. That may appear my secret to everyone here."

Dusty had known your secret, Maru thought, feeling guilty to remember when he was telling Blade's secret to Dusty. I'm sorry.

Nick, Blade called in his heart. Several years ago since your death . . . , he didn't continue his words in minds, shaking his head quickly. He didn't wanted to remind himself about Nick's death again. If so, Blade believe that he might bothersome Nicks soul to go to the heaven. By the way, he had apologized his fault to Nick, and Nick himself heard that. So there would no more fault again. Maybe, he hoped.

Blade drove around because there was nothing to do anymore. Until the sky went dark, he began to get inside his garage, locking the door, and took a nap.

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Now, nevertheless, he met a stranger. Exactly, a kidnapper as what had he done with Blade's body.

"Hi there, Blazin' Blade Ranger," the stanger said. The voice was so heavy.

"Who-who are you?" Blade repeated as he tried to revolve and to let the rope loose from his tails.

"You don't have to know my name. Instead, everyone will know me much."

Blade wanted to ask, but he thought it would be nonsense to talk with the stranger.

The rusty car looked at the digital clock. It showed 11.00 PM. "Still now will be the tragedy in the first spring for us, doesn't it?"

Blade still said nothing. He began to think how to make him could get free.

"You're so calm, don't you? I thought you were a hero in the film and for real who talkative."

"It's none of your business!"

"My business? Ha! Of course, not! You see, I'm ugly, but not a lemon car. I'm scientist, and I like to take you to be my subject."

Subject? What do you want from me?, Blade thought, grinning and shaking his body.

"You can't get free there because I have thought so much way to make you useless and cannot revolve me. Besides, I have catch so many helicoper like you. Might be 200 or more."

He is insane! I'm sure of it!

"But more than my subjects are cars. More than 1,000! That's the best record!" He began to laugh.

More than it—he is insane-psycopath!

"Oh, I remembered the tragedy when your best partner's death."

Blade shocked for a while. "You mean Nick!?" said him absently.

"Yes. He wasn't my subject, by the way, but he was my object."

"What!?"

"I had always been waiting to see when your partner would die. I took my ally to make it happened—something like it wasn't deliberately. And somehow, the chance to kill him was come—with my ally there to make the director accidently pushed the button. It was the luckiest tragedy I've ever planned."

His mind was burrying while hearing that incident. "YOU—HOW DARE YOU KILLED NICK! YOU THREAT HIS SOUL LIKE A DOLL!"

"Yes, yes. Just get mad at me, but it won't change everything."

Blade felt uncontrolled. He seemed changing to a mad lion.

The car was just closed his ear with an earphone. He knew it would make Blade unstable. I've always seen this twice—four times a year, he thought. He put a tall metal stick then propped it between Blade's mouth. After that, the car gagged him with a duct tape. He pulled out his earphone, saying, "Well, this should be good."

Good for you, bad for me, you damn killer!, Blade said, but his sound was not heard by him. Just a sound of a gagged-mouth.

He spoke while cleaning the place, "Lemme tell you something. A news in winter 1—2 months ago. Do you know what the bomb that had not exploded? I think so, because I saw your quote that said, 'I even didn't know that Dusty who had lost for several months had been planted a bomb by someone, maybe his kidnapper.' Well, yes, you're right about the kidnapper who planted a bomb on his body. I thought he would be my subject. But he died—maybe as the torture he got by my subjects. But, it was a fortune that he is alive for no reason. I plan, again, to bring him as my subject. And maybe who was near with him will be my object. You know who? Ah, I forget that you can't speak! Ha!

"So, I think I will try to go to Propwash Junction again. Besides, there is one of my ally there. He will tell me who'll the object. And, yeah, before I do it, I'd like to bring you to my headquartes where you will get . . . well, it's surprise for you. I'm not taking you right now because I'm kinda bored to speak to my subject. They were crazy psycopath."

And you are the craziest psycopath ever!

"Well, the cleaning has been done. Before time to say hello to my headquarters, I'm sorry that I didn't give you any attention. It was bad for me, becase it's my tradition. But, who cares now." The car pulled a spray bottle of sleeping-gas. "Good night."

Blade tried to not to smelled it, but he couldn't.

"My initial name is V, by the way," was the last thing that Blade could hear.[]