Power Rangers: Nitro Blaze (Game)

"Nope." Amy took Corrie's morpher and put it in the case. Once the morphers were secure, the keys materialized next to the morphers before she closed it. "I take that back. One last thing." She walked up to Wayne, taking his trusted A5.

"Unauthorized tech isn't allowed." She said before motioning for the officers to take the Rangers away.

As the Rangers were being taken away, Paul had a determined look on his face. After being screwed over by who he thought were friends, he was more determined than ever to get his lick back and unfortunately for SPD and the CIA, all five of these criminals were now highly motivated to see this done.

***

At the DRAGO Fortress. Joey Brooks opened his eyes, letting the hot water drip down his body, washing off the dirt and blood from the grueling training. Lord Drago has taken an interest in the SPD team leader, training him personally, honing his skills beyond just marksmanship. While showering, he heard his cell phone ring. He stepped out of the shower, leaving the shower running on purpose to drown out his conversation.

"I was hoping to hear from you, Brooklyn. How did it go?"

"As planned. Team Nitro took out that compound and they found out it belonged to DRAGO."

"How did it go over?"

"As expected. Although Paul's feelings were more hurt than I thought." Brooklyn admitted. "But he's not the one I'm worried about when this all comes out."

"I know." Joey sighed. "I'll have a lot of making up to do with Amy, but I'd much rather start that conversation knowing DRAGO has been brought down. In the meantime, let's keep it up."

"Agreed. Stay safe in there, brother."

"You too." Joey said before ending the conversation on his end.

***

As Brooklyn ended the conversation on his end, Amy walked into Brooklyn's office, recently having dropped off the Nitros back to prison. "Who was that?"

"Nobody." Brooklyn said with a straight face before beginning the debrief with Amy.

***

Lord Drago sat at a large dinner table enjoying a juicy steak dinner with some ancient wine. Beryl, Lady of the Negaverse entered the dining area, approaching Lord Drago during his meal.

"Lord Drago, I bring news."

"Beryl! You can call me Zephyr, you know. I promise I won't bite, unless you're in that kind of mood today." The immortal Lord said, going by his actual name.

"I appreciate that, Zephyr. We have a problem."

"Let's hear it."

"The Mexican compound was destroyed....by Rangers."

Zephyr slowed down his eating and took a sip of wine. "Which group? Aura Strikers or SRS? Between Dr. Vance's incompetence and Orochimaru's utter failure, it was only a matter of time before one of them struck."

"Neither. This group was brand new." Beryl used her magic to provide footage from the battle. The longer the footage went on, the more Zephyr began to fume.

"Nitro Blaze? I recognize the name from the data Valentine procured. So they're too scared to face me head on, so they send the second stringers to weaken my operations? And with a weapons dealer I did business with to add insult to injury."

"Should I retrieve Joey? He has to have something to do with this." Beryl asked, ready to corral the immortal Ranger.

"No. This level of trickery isn't him. But I can't let this level of disrespect go unpunished. I actually blame myself. I allowed Valentine to spare those Rangers in Zen City and I spared SPD when they invaded my dear boy's compound. I'll make my next message loud and clear... emphasis on the loud." Zephyr finished with a sinister smile.

**********

A week has passed since the raid on the DRAGO compound. The Rangers were still secure in jail but without their morphers and in Wayne's case, without his trusted tech, leaving the team with no tools to work with.

Paul was outside in the yard, laying on one of the benches, looking up in the sky. He was processing the betrayal and counting his days. He knew it was only a matter of time before DRAGO strikes and also wondering if there was any way out of this mess.

Paul let out a heavy sigh. He wasn't keen on talking about Amy or Brooklyn in detail right now, but figured it may help down the line.

"We all came up in the military around the same time. Her, Brooklyn, and Joey all met at the same time and eventually all went to the CIA together. I was Special Forces and was put together with them on a few missions when they needed a weapons guy. Long story short, we became good friends. Even after I left to go into weapons dealing, we were all still pretty close to the point where when I got caught the first time, I was kept at SPD instead of turned over to the feds. They stuck by me, even with that meaning Lenny went free on a technicality when he got arrested the first time." Paul said, giving the brief backstop regarding his dynamic with that CIA trio.

"As for Amy herself, her and Joe were inseparable. She loves hard as fuck and personality wise, he's damn near the opposite of her unless you fuck with her." Paul chuckled briefly, remembering their encounter with that Bond guy in MI-6. "But yeah, he's her calming force, so between him almost dying and then immediately leaving after an alien invasion to go to work, leaving her, she's hella pissy. But Brooklyn, he's being especially cold. Still, even with all of that, I would have bet my life that they wouldn't have pulled a stunt like this."

Corrie was shoved into the yard like every other inmate even though she would have been perfectly fine staying in her room. Walking, she noted to the faces of her "team" but instead chose to sit in a shaded corner to just breath. And plot.

"It's a little deeper than that but you get the gist of it." Paul chuckled. "She's not the one I'm worried about most. She's the tech girl. Brooklyn's the one putting this all together. Dude is a top notch tactician and probably one of the best agents the CIA has ever produced. Now that they've handed him the keys to SPD, it's something I'm concerned with."

Corrie crossed her legs and with her finger, started drawing in the dirt beneath her. First it was just dumb little pictures, but then they became what most would consider plans for a bomb. They weren't wrong in the guess, but she needed something to do to keep her mind busy while they waited for their next assignment.

"It's still theft. If the government cares about one thing, it's money. Your issue is that you were fucking with their money and you barked too high up the wrong tree." Paul spoke plainly. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not judging. I'm just as guilty. If I was working as an off the books contractor for the government, I'd be on a beach in Cabo right now, but because I did business with DRAGO, that's money out of Uncle Sam's pockets. But hey, none of that really matters. What matters is getting out of this and trying to survive for however long we have left."

"Have fun." Paul watched Kestra leave before retreating to his thoughts. Several ideas were swirling through his head, but he knew each idea was riskier than the last. For him, the only sure thing was that this wasn't how he wanted to go out.