Power Rangers: Nitro Blaze (Game)

"You are." Paul walked up to Wayne, gently tilting his head up by way of raising his chin. "You're a genius and we know you meant well. It was just a growing experience that you'll be a better Ranger and a better man for." The Red Ranger gave Waybe a playful pat on the head. "Just be sure to listen next time." He finished with a chuckle, conveying that he wasn't upset.

"Usually the swearing is my job," Lenny commented, shaking his head.

Kestra nodded, taking off behind Paul. She added a new reason to punch the SPD tech bitch in teh face, getting up to her Zrod.

Wayne got into his Zord after running alongside the team. He took off his helmet leaning back and letting out a huge sigh. "Hey A5?"

The AI appeared on his dash sitting criss cross applesauce. "Yeah Wayne?"

"I'm sorry..." he said sadly

A5 new how much it took for Wayne to even be able to say that. She smiled. "I know." She said. And just then Wayne's seat felt warm. A5 had accessed the Zord and warmed the seat. It was her way of giving Wayne a hug and for the first time since they began this adventure, he smiled.

The Rangers were able to successfully escape the clutches of SPD once again and slipped out of the city without further incident. Now putting the home of the Who Dat Nation in their rear view, the next step was to find somewhere to regroup and hide out until the next threat arose. Unfortunately for them, this next threat is coming sooner than they think and when the dust settles, everyone won't be walking away from this with their lives.

*****

Back at Delta Command, Brooklyn stopped watching the feed after seeing Wayne emerge victorious while also stifling a laugh when he saw Wayne swear at Amy. Amy on the other hand, wasn't bothered about the robot being blown up, but was irked by Wayne cursing her out.

"Me? No, you're the bitch.. bitch!" Amy pointed at the screen, even though Wayne or the others couldn't see or hear her.

"Relax, Amy. Let the kid breathe a little. This was a possibility." Brooklyn said.

"You sound like you're happy about this."

"I'm happy that he's at least proven to be competent. At least now I won't feel bad about what happens next." Brooklyn said.

"And that is?" Amy asked. When he caught Brooklyn looking at her waist, she got excited, not because he was trying to be a perv, but because her morpher was on her hip and it meant she'd be getting her hands dirty. "Please tell me you mean..."

"Yeah. Call the team. It's time to end this."

*****

At the DRAGO compound, Lord Drago was sitting down, eating dinner with Lady Beryl and Joey also sitting at the table, enjoying a fine meal.

"So, that was a entertaining show with the child having to break his own toy, but I'm starting to grow bored of their little cat and mouse chase. If these Rangers won't work for DRAGO, I have no use for keeping them alive any longer." Zephyr spoke just before eating a piece of steak.

"What about SPD?" Joey asked. "They won't whine too much if you off those guys, but what about those powers? Taking them is sure to set them on your trail."

"Oh Joseph..." Zephyr took a sip of wine. "I seem to recall our agreement. If SPD decides to take a shot at yours truly, the consequences will be quite gruesome... for them. Is that going to be a problem for you?"

Beryl sat in silence, waiting to see if Joey would give the wrong answer.

"No." Joey quickly ate a bite of chicken. "Although, it'd be wise to keep Amy around. Her brains could be useful and good whores are hard to find."

"Fair point. I'd hate to be the reason your bed remains cold." Zephyr nodded, conceding to allow Amy to live. "Now back to those Rangers, I'm going to do what I should have done months ago. I'm going to handle this piece of business myself..."

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Days have passed since the robot rumble in the Superdome with the Rangers being pursued aggressively, forcing them to take refuge in run down motels and shady locations just to find rest. Currently, the Rangers agreed to buy themselves some time, circling back to the South. This time, they were on a ship, carrying cargo freights to Alabama. In a shrewd move, the Rangers drove into shipping containers after paying some folks off, using that for transport across the water. Along with their zords, the Rangers hid in the containers, using their in zord communications to keep contact.

Paul opted to use this opportunity to get a nap in. He knew that when they arrived, it would be night fall and they'd need to be sharp on the road.

Corrie sat in her Zord, a book she had swiped before open and in front of her. "This one is actually really good." She sighed as she flipped the pages and waited for what ever was next.