[Wednesday, October 6th, 1993 1:27pm]

Trini's arms were being held behind her back by, from what she could tell, was a plastic zip tie of some kind. Despite the fact that men in suits had grabbed her from the police station, blindfolded her and were now transporting her somewhere in the back of what she assumed was a van or truck, she was well aware of where she was. The cloth over her eyes was meant to hinder her vision, but it all it had done was allow her to focus on other things to ascertain where she was.

When the vehicle made a left or right, she was able to judge the momentum and the way her body shifted, and from that, it allowed Trini to know where she was. The vehicle made a left, which she deduced placed her on 39th street. And if her suspicions were correct, they were headed towards the freeway, which meant their destination was not in Angel Grove. While she knew her city well, every twist and turn, Trini knew that once they were on the freeway, she would have no way of knowing where they were going.

She knew she was going to have to get her information another way.

"Where are you taking me?" she called out, reasonably sure someone was sitting in the back of the vehicle with her.

"You'll know when we get there," a voice said.

Trini was able to determine it was a male voice, more than likely in his early thirties, and occasional drinker, and judging by the raspiness in his voice, he was a heavy smoker.

"I'm a minor, you know. I'm 16 and this is against the law. When my parents find out what you've done, you're going to be in big trouble," she warned them.

Her warnings were met with chuckles of amusement. "Just sit back and relax, we'll be there soon enough and all your questions will be answered," another voice said.

The second voice belonged to another man, this one in his late forties. He wasn't a drinker or a smoker, but the tone in his voice indicated that he'd seen conflict of some kind. Maybe he served in the war, she thought to herself.

There was the faint smell of leather, shoe polish and gun powder, which led Trini to believe she was dealing with the military. During her interrogation at the police station, she'd noticed a group of military men in the station, but the men in the back of the vehicle with her were not the men she'd seen earlier. Soldier's footsteps made a certain sound as they walked, but these men did not make that sound. In fact, it sounded more like dress shoes walking across pavement, and even more so, one of the men had a nervous condition as he continued to tap his right foot. The sound indicated to her that she was in the back of a van.

The entire time they had been traveling, Trini had been working on releasing herself from the restraints that held her hands. Every time the truck hit a bump or made a sharp turn, she used that opportunity to chip away at the restraints. There was no need to rush as they were still going at pretty high speeds on the expressway, it wasn't as though she would be able to safely jump from a car moving at that speed. Besides, even if she could safely escape, the men had taken her morpher. She doubted there would be enough time to break free, subdue both men, find her morpher then break out. And even if she could, it would reveal her secret identity. Oh look, that little asian girl disappeared from the back of the van, but now the yellow ranger is here. What a coincidence, she thought to herself. So, it wasn't as though Trini couldn't break free, it was a question of if it was the wisest move.

The vehicle hit a bump of some kind, and suddenly, it felt different. They were no longer on a road made of concrete. The surface was slimmer, smoother. There were no imperfections at all. A ramp, she speculated. It was also obvious that the vehicle was now going downwards, as if they were driving down a hill, but the speed had been decreased significantly.

Finally, the van came to a stop, and two people got out of the front. Trini could hear very plainly two doors opening, two people stepping out and both doors closing a few seconds apart. There was some faint conversation outside the van, but she couldn't make it out. She did notice, however, that the two men who were sitting in the back with her were not armed. If they had been, stood to reason they would have grabbed their weapons and stood ready when they arrived, but there was nothing from them.

She could hear movement outside the van, someone was approaching the back of the vehicle. Trini knew it was now or never. She'd already freed her hands, but chosen not to reveal that fact to her captures.

When the doors open, fight your way out of here and try to a hold of your morpher. If Zordon is back, they will be able to teleport me out once I get out of sight, she told herself, but knew finding her morpher was going to be easier said than done.

"On your feet," the first man said, grabbing Trini by the arm and helping her up. Trini interlocked her fingers together and held the remains of her restraints in the palm of her hand as to not alert them she was free. The doors opened, and the two men assisted Trini is stepping out and onto the ground. Someone grabbed her blindfold from the back and snatched it off, allowing Trini to get a look around. It took a moment from her eyes to focus from the extreme darkness to light, but once they did, she glanced around the room.

It appeared to be a docking bay of some kind. There were a few other vans in the bay as well, all of them with a blue and yellow symbol on the side. The emblem seemed to match the emblem on the uniforms she saw on the men, and on one young lady who approached her wearing a lab coat and a clipboard in hand.

"Trini Kwan?" the young woman asked.

Trini remained silent.

The woman turned to her clipboard. "Trini Kwan, oldest daughter of Quyen Kwan and Trinh Nguyen. Born December 14th, 1977 in Biên Hòa, Vietnam. Came here with your parents and younger brothers in 1982 and settled in Angel Grove, California. We know all about you, Trini," the woman said.

Trini was a bit taken back by the amount of information these people had, but even so, it was all common knowledge. Her family wasn't the only one to come over from Biên Hòa, and a quick look at her school records would have given them most of that information.

"You don't know anything about me," she responded.

"We knew that almost seven months ago you came into contact with an extraterrestrial being named Zordon, and you were given the yellow power coin. You have been fighting a witch named Rita Repulsa with your friends since then," she said.

That was more than enough to impress Trini. "But how did…"

"Its our job to know what's going on, Trini. We are not your enemy, and we're here to help you. If you would please come with us, our commander will explain everything to you."

"Who are you?"

"My name is Angela Fairweather," the woman said cheerfully.