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The rangers mull about the Shiba house completing chores while Kevin and Mia prepare to train in the yard.
"So how do we do this?" he asks.
"Well, if I were you, I would put on some type of padding," she replies, "My fighting style is pretty much ultimate bumper cars if you really think about it." Kevin walks into another room fumbles about looking for something as Mia impatiently waits.
"Why can't we just morph?" she asks, "It's the safest way for you to train with me. My armor comes on regardless of whether or not I'm morphed."
"It uses too much symbol power," Kevin explains from the other room, "I think I found something." He walks out in a giant black suit made of thick padding that nearly doubles his size. It has a helmet and a cage in front of his eyes. Mouth wide open, Mia pulls out her samuraizer and takes a picture. "Seriously?" Kevin whines, "First Mike, now you?"
"You look ridiculous!" she laughs.
"Its an instructor's suit!" Mia rolls her eyes. With the pump of her fists her tessen and armor come out from her gloves. Kevin picks up a bokken and prepares to spar. Before he can do anything, Mia whips her chair around and knocks him on the ground. "I didn't say go," he whines. Unable to get up he flails around like an overturned turtle until he gains enough momentum to swing onto his knees.
"Just morph already!" Mia begs.
At that moment, Ji walks out. Without acknowledging Kevin or his outfit, he walks straight over to Mia. Her eyes widen and she rushes inside. Ji then takes a moment to look over at the blue ranger and laugh.
"It's an instructor's suit!" Kevin whines.
Out of her training gear and into normal clothes as fast as physically possible, Mia wheels herself down to the police station. There, she meets Mrs. MacIntire and Sammy outside.
As she tries to catch her breath Mia asks, "They caught him?"
"They said that they have a few suspects in custody and they want you and Sammy to look at some mugshots to see if you recognize anyone," Mrs. MacIntire answers. Mia nods and they all enter into the station. A young detective in a bleach white shirt, tie, and doughnut crumbs meets them in the hall.
"Mrs. MacIntire and Ms. Watanabe?" he asks. They nod and he continues, "We just recently busted a human trafficking ring. The targets were kids Sammy's age who could be sold to be raised as potential soldiers or laborers. Sammy's attempted kidnapping fits their MO. We you to look at several pictures of suspects to see if one of them is your guy."
He leads them into an office and brings them a book of photos of all of the men and women's mugshots. As they flip through pages and pages, Mrs. MacIntire points to different faces. She asks Sammy to try to see if this person resembles his attempted kidnapper, but Mia disregards each picture. Eventually, they reach the final page and Mia slams the book shut before Mrs. MacIntire can suggest another picture.
"None of them," Mia mutters.
"Are you sure?" the detective asks.
Mrs. MacIntire places a hand on Mia's shoulder and whispers, "Mia, sweetie, you had a concussion as a result of the fall. There might be a chance that you don't remember his face, or that you are remembering incorrectly. Sammy, because of you brave actions, had no head trauma. Maybe he would be a better judge of who the man was?" She reopens the book and returns to showing Sammy the pictures, but Mia slams the book shut again, this time with more force.
"The scars," she begins, "None of the men or women in these pictures have the scars. Why are we looking at these? None of them match the anything that either of us gave during our initial interviews."
"Ms. Watanabe," the detective explains, "because of your injuries you sustained in your...heroic attempts, you are no longer a credible witness. I mean come on! A seven foot tall monster of a man with scars all over his face?"
"Six and a half!"
"Does that make a difference?"
"Yes, it does!" she shouts, "I looked him in the eyes! I stared him down right before he threw me off of that bride! Sammy never got a good look at him! I made sure he didn't have to!"
"Now, we don't know that he didn't see anything," Mrs. MacIntire interjects. Handing him the books, she asks, "Here, Sammy, what about him?"
Ripping the book out of his hands, Mia yells, "Give it a rest with the book! I know what I saw. You two are not looking for the actual culprit. You are looking for a scapegoat! By locking some innocent person in a cage, you are doing the same to them as the real kidnapper intended to do to Sammy!"
"Calm down, Ms. Watanabe. You are scaring the boy," the detective goads, "Now, I think that your disability is skewing with your memory."
"Are you kidding me?" she screams, "I broke my back, not my head!"
"Listen," the detective continues, "I think you should leave this to more capable hands. Thank you for your help, but we have this under control now." In a huff, Mia storms out of the office. In the process she rolls over the detective's foot. "Gah!" he cries, "Now that, young lady is what I call assaulting an officer of the law." He grabs her arms and forces them behind the back of her chair and cuffs her.
"Mia!" Sammy cries. He runs over to her and tries to get the cuffs off to no avail. He looks up at the detective with teary eyes and begs, "Please don't take my friend." The detective brushes the boy off, and then ushers over an officer who takes her to a holding cell.
As he watches the officers lock the cell with a smug grin on his face, Mia hisses, "You are worse than the people you lock up!"
A/N: I may or may not have written this chapter while watching a cop show...