Laying on her bed, the moon shone through her tall windows and cast a glow onto her Nerve Slics that lay sprawled. Tossing, turning, groaning, Iseldur grunted and picked up her pillow from behind. "Come on!" Her fluff was quickly thrown across the room and nearly toppled over her coat stand next to her walk-in closet.

Dim-colored tendrils from her back, her Nerve Slics whipped angrily behind her and smacked the mattress. Images of Andrew's brown eyes and his kind smile plagued her mind, so she did everything she could to snap out of it. "The drive back should've been enough. Why am I still thinking about him?!" Groaning exasperatingly, she fell back onto her bed and rolled her eyes irritably.

"It's gotta be because he was a jerk to that old man. Sending him out there to run that errand! What a piece of shi-" Before she could swear, her alarm clock screeched to her side and made her grumble. She smashed the Off button with a fist and made it fall off the small table. "Six in the morning... And I didn't get any sleep. Just dandy..." Her long, elegant, thick hair got in her face when she rolled onto her side and pulled the blanket over her head. The softness of the texture was hardly enough to help lull her to sleep.

Suddenly, another alarm sounded, this time from beneath her bed. Groggily, she scooted to the other side of her bed and dangled over the edge. Her arm reached as far as she could, grabbed the other alarm that screamed at her, and chucked it against the wall. It was turned off when it collided, and thankfully, it didn't shatter.

The moment she was about to lay back down, a third alarm sounded off. It came from the drawer to her small table. "Why did I buy three alarms again? Oh, that's right—my Manager." Through an annoyed growl, she opened the drawer after crawling to the small table, and this time, she simply clicked it off.

Finally, after wrestling with the alarm clocks, Iseldur got out of bed and reluctantly made her way to her closet. No black makeup or hair braids, she was completely bare in her fuzzy blue night pants and black sleeveless shirt. "The Pizza I got yesterday was cold... Those Pricks didn't even bother warming it up for me when I got back to them yesterday. Tch- whatever... Good breakfast food-- I guess." Shrugging and trudging inside her closet, she got dressed.

A couple of minutes later she was in the Kitchen. Donning her usual black makeup and her high ponytail with the two braids. She wore black leather fingerless gloves, her leather combat boots, her trench coat, and black and gray cargo pants with many pockets. The shirt she wore was tight around her figure, a tank top that said 'Metal Heads' on it.

Her Heterochromia eyes scanned over the pizza box she opened and saw three slices left. The goth didn't waste another second and quickly grabbed it.

To the bar, she sat down. Plopping the box on top and sitting on one of the tall stools, she spotted a black remote to her left. "Some TV wouldn't hurt." A large yawn escaped her when she picked it up and pointed it in front of her.

Above the Kitchen sink was a flat-screen T.V. When it flipped on, she started to take big bites from her Pizza and surfed the channels. However, when Andrew Hartford's face appeared on the news about his many feats as an Archaeologist and his inventions, she spat her Pizza out and didn't notice it spraying the surface. "Alright, that's it!" The TV was quickly turned off in a flustered mess and grumbled at the coincidence. However, a heavy sigh left her black lips when she saw the chewed food all over the Bar top.

"I hate mornings..." Iseldur didn't waste another minute, for she grabbed another slice and stood from her seat.

To the front door, she opened it and paused when she saw a cleaning lady come in with a passive greeting. "Housekeeping." With her cleaning supplies in her hands, she walked in as if it were a routine, and carried on with her duty.

Hyne didn't pay her much attention other than a simple nod before leaving the Penthouse. "Gotta keep looking for a good location. I should probably ask my Manager for some spots I could check out." With her mouth full of Pizza, she mumbled to herself and took out her phone. Her deft fingers sent the message after she had unlocked it and texted him.

She knew it'd take him at least five minutes to answer, so she didn't bother staring at the screen for one. From her pocket she pulled out her black metal visor and put it on, worried that others may see her eyes as she passes by. When it rained that day on my way to the debut, I left my visor with my manager... That was an awful day. I had to hide and keep my damn eyes down most of the time! Annoyed at the thought, she practically caressed her visor and adjusted it.

~~

It wasn't long until she was on the road again. Driving her bike on an empty road roughly ten minutes later, and took a detour on a dirt path. As she slowed down to ensure she wouldn't crash into anything, she pulled her phone out to check her messages.

To a slow stop, her feet were used to keep the bike upright and kicked its stand out to help prop it. When she reached her messages and saw that her Manager answered, she quickly opened it. "So..." Began the goth behind her helmet and put one of her feet back into the bike's foothold. "He suggested to check out the large space in Northwind Acres?" The rumble of her engine resonated through the dirt path and noticed the surrounding trees. I have no idea where Northwind Acres is. Grumbling angrily, her head dipped back from the growing annoyance of having to be the one who finds a good spot.

However, when she saw something red move through the trees, her interest was piqued. Through the path, she drove her bike and soon came across the man who she remembered seeing before when she wore her gear. His yellow eyes were trained on a particular duo in the distance, but she hardly cared if he was stalking someone or not. "Hey!" Slowing down once she saw him halt and step aside, he looked at her quizzically.

"Hey-- nothing! Stay out of my way huma--" With a swat of his hand as a gesture, he was about to answer when she overran him.

"You know where Northwind Acres is?" She completely cut him off. The grip on the handles tightened as she adjusted her position and moved the end of her trench coat away from the back, albeit irritably.

He was taken by surprise at her lack of care over his hostility. She watched him take a few steps back, before shaking his head no. "As if I care about names of locations! Go find it yourself! I'm busy!" His fists clenched when he trudged ahead and ignored the goth, who began to crack her knuckles.

Oh. You're gonna be a douche to me, for asking for directions? Ha-- Karma's going to be a bi- before she could continue, she paused and saw a boy chase after another man who seemed strangely similar to Moltor. Oh, look. He's distracted.~ How convenient. A smirk pulled on her lips when she realized that the crimson douche was following after them and quietly got off her bike.

Closer and closer, she followed behind him, watching his tall stature make his way through the dirt path. Just when he was about to look over his shoulder, she leg-swept him off of his feet and spun around to face him again. "Ah! What the-" Moltor was about to retaliate when he paused upon seeing her. There was a blade on the back of her heel when she planted her foot near his windpipe, it came dangerously close to cutting him.

"Next time when a stranger asks for directions... Don't be an as--" Hysterically, some bird in the trees crowed out 'Language!' as if to repeat what it heard from humans over the years. "English!" From the dirt path, she leaned slightly and picked up a stone. Straight to the tree, up into a branch, she chucked it and watched it comically smack a mockingbird from its perch.

"Rah!" Moltor didn't sit there long, he pushed her leg off in hopes of knocking her down but she simply jumped backward and shook her head. "No thanks to you, I have to find them again!" Quickly he ran in the other direction in search of the duo and left the goth behind.

Wait... That was a kid, right? And that kid was the same boy who I saw on the cliff edge. Is this Moltor jerk after that boy? Her dual-colored eyes narrowed in suspicion behind her helmet. This time she followed the crimson prick, not before tucking the blade back into its slot on her heel. I'll come back for my bike when I'm done. Gotta see why this dude's after him. Sneering angrily, her helmet was removed and placed on her bike.

With skill, she jumped into the trees and launched between each branch high above Moltor. The metal visor thankfully hadn't fallen off so it wasn't a cause for concern. Eventually, staying behind him and tailing him, led to old dilapidated structures. Ruins from past destruction that could only be assumed came from a past war.

Around one of the structures, she saw him lean and eavesdrop on a couple of individuals and the colorful group from before. Her back was pressed against the wall when she decided to listen in as well.

"That was easier than I thought!" Isledur overheard a deep, gravelly voice. "Moltor will be pleased when I eliminate you!" The male voice added. With that, the goth peeked around the corner and did her best not to be seen by the crimson jerk, who gradually walked away from his spot.

"Stop! Don't hurt them any more!" Another voice she noticed had come from a male who approached a bull-looking creature, which she pretty much assumed was the one with the deep voice.

"Tyzonn! What are you doing here?! Do you have the rest of the parchment?!" The creature turned around and yelled at the approaching male, with audible annoyance.

These two morons... They mentioned Moltor. Do they work for him? Suspicion continued to grow and darted her attention between the duo and the red man who slowly made his way around a broken cement pillar.

"No! And I won't get it for you!" The male known as Tyzonn, set the bull-like creature ablaze with anger when he denied him. The blasphemy of being betrayed caused him to yell a quick 'What?!' in response. "I won't get it! I can't be a part of this anymore!" As Tyzonn explained, he fell to his knees. "I've made a big mistake!" He added, to which Iseldur hummed curiously and spotted Moltor move around the pillar to him.

"Yes. You have!" Announced the crimson jerk.

"Moltor!" When she saw Tyzonn walk over to him, he continued. "This destruction has to stop! I don't care about our deal. I won't help you anymore." After the new guy stepped around the crimson prick and stood behind him, facing him, he was certain he'd be free of the life he was in.

"I see..." He began. "Well, here's what happens to traitors!" From his back, he unsheathed his blade and whirled around with a great slash to the man's arm. Green blood gushed from a deep wound that Iseldur noticed from where she hid.

His last word resonated in her mind like an echoing cave. The word traitor had resurfaced in the memory of the same masked woman she sought after. Her fists clenched at the thought, bones popping from the pressure. It's not my business... It's not my problem. Hyne reminded herself that she didn't need to get involved with a bunch of weirdos battling it out. Gulping, growling beneath her breath, she continued to watch.

"Do your worst!" Tyzonn provoked, to which Moltor retaliated and brought down his blade again. However, it was blocked when the younger male lifted his staff. "You'll never get the jewels of the Corona!"

"You dare to defy me?! You're my servant now-- forever!" The red man's fury was evident when he chose to fight Tyzonn.

But their battle went ignored when the hidden goth averted her gaze and pondered. Corona? Jewels? What's so special about jewelry? Her brows knitted, finding it odd that a couple of grown men were fighting over jewels. Slowly and awkwardly, her fingers lifted to her earlobes and quirked a brow. Her concealed heterochromia eyes questionably looked the two up and down as if they had gone insane. Yeah. Definitely a bunch of weirdos. Why don't they just go and buy some damn jewels? If only it was that simple. She had no idea that what they were fighting over could give incredible power to those who obtained it.

But what she didn't count on was to see one of the rogues in black armor from afar, crouch, and observe the ones in battle. Iseldur was quick to hide behind the structure and pull out a tracker from her pocket. There's one of those spies again! I'll get one to squeak eventually! Not every single one of them has guts of steel to keep their mouths shut about her location. Across the way, she stealthily hunkered and ran behind the broken pillar Moltor once stood against.

However, the second she got close enough to the crimson jerk, she jumped onto his shoulder. He yelled in surprise when she leaped off of him, high into the air. Yet his cry went ignored, for she chucked the tracker and landed easily.

It was a matter of seconds before she burst into a sprint, her trench coat flailing in the wind with the determination of a predator in her hidden eyes. "Hey! What was..." Moltor was about to lash out at the goth, but she was weaving around the lizards and gaining more distance from them for him to continue.

He didn't recognize me! Good! Fury burned in her eyes the closer she came to the rogue. Once the rogue saw her, he ran for it. They booked it too late, Iseldur already tackled the man and tumbled across the ground. The second they came to a halt, she flipped, crouched, and mirrored the rogue's movements when he did the same.

There on the warrior's armor was the same crescent moon symbol. But, her eyes narrowed at the sight of the skull on the other pectoral area. An elite. Shi- Before she could continue, a deep voice resonated from behind the warrior's mask.

"Iseldur Hyne." The Rangers and Moltor all paused to watch the duo face each other like predators that were sizing each other up. Simultaneously standing and copying each other's maneuvers. "Do you remember me?" There was almost a smirk in his voice, a lift in his tone when his green eyes sharpened with hostility. "Of course you do... Judging by your silence-- you know why I'm here." He continued with a cocky tilt of his head and unnervingly unsheathed his short sword from his hip.

Damn... Damn, damn, damn! No! Why did she send an Elite?! Despite her inner turmoil, she thickly gulped and did her best to follow the Rogue. Their movements mirroring, walking clockwise like hunters in the wild. The bits of deep crimson on his armor were a dead giveaway of what rank he was and she internally cursed at failing to notice sooner.

I need to escape somehow. I can't fight him in front of these guys, with what I'm wearing right now! Heterochromia eyes squinted uneasily when she saw him crouch, so she did the same and continued their little mimicking trek.

"Still no response?" He asked with a subtle mocking tilt of his head. "You will pay for killing our Spies. I knew you'd be here eventually. You always seem to follow the chaos. She..." He trailed and electricity began to spark around his body. "Sent me to eliminate you."

"She..." Iseldur mulled over the person he spoke of and recalled those fearful but heartless dark eyes. The mask her old master wore and the Stake in her hand that dripped with her blood, made the goth grind her teeth at the memory. "She's a murderer!" From her pocket, she threw cherry bombs and a screen of dust blinded his view. The scream that escaped her throat held so much venom that it startled the Rangers nearby for a second.

Iseldur didn't wait for the dirt and smoke to clear, instead she sprinted into it. One of her combat boots soon jutted out the same blade she threatened Moltor with and jumped. The perfect roundhouse kick was caught by the Rogue's hand, only to hear him wince when the blade cut his palm.

She was quick to hop an inch or two and wrap her legs around his neck. They struggled and fought for dominance, but she didn't give in. Her swift maneuvers let her twist herself around to get behind his neck and use her hands to pull his head back. "I wasn't the strongest among you morons for nothing." Through gritted teeth, she spat but got the wind knocked out of her when he forcibly fell backward and crashed to the ground. The grunt that escaped her made it clear that she was stunned for a moment.

She watched him stand and tower over her with his lean, ominous frame. "Yes... And you were supposed to die that day. Yet, you lived." Watching him crouch and speak as if she were a child, set her blood boiling more than it should've.

"Shut uuup!" Her legs kicked around and smacked the side of his head, knocking him off balance enough for her to stand. However, the moment she did, he vanished in a flash of blue and electricity in his wake.

Nothing but anger fueled her limbs, for they began to shake as they slowly lifted to remove her metal accessory over her eyes. Staring with painful sentiment at the reflecting of her icy blue and fiery red hues, her fingers dangerously tightened around it. "Aaaaaaah!" A single tear trickled down her cheek when she stomped her foot, it was tempting to throw her visor to the ground and smash it.

Her lips and jaw quivered all the same because no amount of fighting or killing would ever be able to sate her frustration. Slowly, she peeked at the Rangers, Moltor, and Tyzonn, who stood taken aback by the display. "You..." She started with hatred deep within her throat and glared with indignation. "Didn't see... Anything!" Her scream of fury made one of the Rangers jump a little and with that, she quickly put the visor back on.

"Hey, wait!" The Pink Ranger was about to run after her until Iseldur pressed a button inside one of her cargo pants pockets. As the goth made her way to the closest road, motorcycle rumbles resonated.

When the black bike automatically drove to Iseldur's side, she whipped a leg over and revved her engine. "Piss off!" Through another spit of anger in her words, she drove away quickly and left them alone. Had she stayed hidden and watched, she would've seen the battle continue and see the boy in black and red jump to save Tyzonn from Moltor's blast.

~~Andrew~~

After Moltor raced after Mack, who helped Tyzonn retreat into the woods, everyone had come back except for his son. "We combed every inch of those woods. Mack and that creature, are nowhere to be found." Ronny and the rest of the Rangers were worried about their friend in red.

"That's because he doesn't want to be found." Andrew began with a short pause. "He's turned off his tracker. Keep looking, team... And try to stay clear of that woman if you see her again. Spencer?" From watching the group leave with a nod of acknowledgment, his attention moved to the Butler who curtly bowed with a quick 'Sir?'. "Can we speak in my office? Privately?" There was quite a bit of stuff he wanted to discuss and didn't want to involve the Rangers, for he knew only drama would occur.

"Of course, Sir." As if it were baked into his mind to behave accordingly, Spencer approved without hesitance. With that, they left the group to continue their search.

Through the elevator and into his office, he scaled the small steps to his desk. "Have you noticed anything out of the ordinary with Mack?" Being a Father, despite what secrets he may have over his son, he took it seriously and kept a keen eye on his boy's behavior as of late.

"He is an extraordinary young man, Sir." The Butler reminded and stood across from him, to which Andrew smiled.

"You know what I mean." A bit awkward it was, he continued after seeing the elder smile from the tiny bit of humor. "His behavior is so unpredictable! I never know what he's going to do next." Indeed, he was worried. Any parent would be in his predicament. The choices Mack has been making and the dangerous situations he ends up in, worsen his anxiety over his safety by the day.

"Much like his Father when he was a teenager, as I recall.~" There was a tinge of amusement in his voice when Spencer answered, the small smile and chuckle proved it that much more. However, sensing his troubled mind, the Butler continued. "Oh, don't worry Sir. Mack will be fine,"

"Yeah. You're right..." Andrew nodded and shifted his feet until he took a deep breath and let it out. "What about her, then? When I was observing the battle, I saw a woman in a trench coat and her temper was roughly the same as the Villainess." His dark brown eyes lowered to ponder the goth in the trench coat, who seemed similar to the one who delivered his Pizza.

"Ah-- yes. I cannot help but agree. However... She donned the same coat as the woman who scolded you for the supposed mistreatment of me." Lifting his brows, Spencer frowned and hummed curiously at the mystery of the two individuals. "Perhaps..." He began and looked around in the office for a moment. "You caught the recording of their short conversation? She and another man in armor had talked and fought for a time. And, from my understanding, it wasn't a pleasant one. Hence why she screamed and stomped her foot." As if it was as plain as day, the Butler smiled.

"Yes... Right." Breathing out, he could feel the small weight on his shoulders lift and be replaced with a new one. Why didn't I go back to listen to their conversation earlier? He thought. Feeling kind of stupid for not doing that, he knew that the mystery behind the Villainess needed to be uncovered to see if she'd be a threat to them or not. "I'll zoom the camera in, on the armored man as well to see if I can figure anything out. Thanks, Spencer." With a simple pat to the Butler's shoulder and a nod, he made it his new side-objective to figure out the new possible threat.

As he trudged past and entered the elevator, he recalled the singular tear that was on the woman's face. There might be a mixture of emotions coursing through her. Suspicion clouded his mind for a moment and hadn't noticed the Butler stay in the office.

When he returned to the underground base, he saw the Rangers working hard on trying to find Mack. He wanted to wait until Mack was found before he jumped to the recording, his son being his priority over everything else. "Any luck?" From one side of the room to the other, he examined the Rangers until he saw Will in front of a screen, turning around in a chair.

"Still no sign of Mack." He announced.

"Hey uh. If Mack doesn't come back... Can I have the Sonic Streaker?" Dax grinned and questioned, showing little signs of concern over the red ranger's well-being.

"How come you get dibs on it?!" Jealousy made Ronny face the blue boy and cross her arms, probably finding it unfair over the claim despite the situation they were in.

"Relax, everyone! Mack is coming back." Reassuring the group, Andrew spoke up with a gesture of his hands. He knew his son would return, there was no doubt about it, but he certainly didn't want any negativity over the matter either. "And when he does, the Sonic Streaker's ready for him." However, he was right to feel that his son would return soon, because in strode the boy with a grin on his face.

"Hey, guys!" Relief washed over Andrew the moment he saw Mack's face, he couldn't help but smile and feel most of the pressure on his mind deflate.

"See! I told you he would be back!" The blue ranger cheered and greeted his friend with a clasp of their hands. But what startled Andrew and the others the most, was when the reptilian creature who carried a staff, walked up behind the red ranger. "Whoa!"

"How'd he get in here?!" Will was immediately ready to morph when he placed his hand on his device. The tension was there, the air thickened, and the fight or flight sensation threw them into combat stances.

"I... Let him in." Andrew was speechless, worried, and a little frightened to know his own son brought in one of Moltor's creatures. "His name's Tyzonn... He's a friend." The Dad heard his boy explain and attempt to reassure everyone.

Why? Why did he bring the enemy to our base of operations?! Andrew's thoughts were full of disbelief. Yet, as he stood and waited, he heard the reptile speak up in hopes of easing most of the tension.

"I'm sorry about what happened before. Please, forgive me. I never meant to hurt anyone," With a hand on his heart, Tyzonn pleaded. With the raspy tone in his voice, it was difficult to tell if he was sincere or not. Behind his son and the creature, came Spencer who looked a tad worried about the problem.

"Look, Dad, he's gonna help us find the diamond." Seeing his boy open the map to him and the ripped piece that made the map complete again, most of his worries had fallen from his shoulders.

"Well, what are we waiting for Rangers? We got the parchment back. Let's get to work.~" Indeed he was delighted. The closer they got to the jewels the closer they were to saving the world from chaos.

"And nobody's thought to tell me we were expecting a visitor?" Questioned Spencer, who awkwardly looked from the reptile to the rest of the colorful group.

"This is Tyzonn..." As if it weren't visibly suspicious enough, Ronny looked Tyzonn up and down uneasily.

"Sir." As if to greet the newcomer, the Butler gave him a short bow.

"It's cool." Will did his best to calm down and lowered his hand from his morpher, but hadn't removed his eyes from the creature.

~~Moltor~~

"I'll just wait for them to make their move! Then they'll lead me right to the diamond!" Moltor's fingers clenched slowly at the thought of tailing the Rangers. Oh, how he wanted to flatten them and wreak havoc upon the land.

"Just checking your progress, Brother. Have you got the Toro Diamond yet?" As if to mock him, Flurious, on the strange screen made of lava, questioned.

The crimson lizard internally fumed. He had just stated he would follow the Rangers once they set foot in search of it, but he played along nonetheless. "Not yet. My soldiers are trailing their every move! It's only a matter of time before the second jewel of the Corona is in my hands!" As he lifted his fingers near the screen, he noticed the subtle shift of anger in the ice Brother's gaze.

However, it was swiftly covered when a hum escaped and another question came. "Right. Well. About another matter... I couldn't help but watch the battle between you and the Rangers. But-- who was that woman that used you as a prop to launch herself into the air? You know... The one who screamed and threw a tantrum?" Curiosity laced Flurious's words when Moltor saw his brow lift on the odd screen.

"I don't know! But for some reason, she followed me to the Rangers! I refused to give her directions and she kicked me to the floor, threatening my windpipe with a blade in her heel! I was half tempted to throw her into the trees and be done with her!" His knuckles cracked when he clenched a fist. The embarrassment of being knocked onto his butt after he turned his back to her had his cheeks flushing a little. Thankfully, it couldn't be noticed since he was already red.

"She's got some attitude.~ I like it. But why does she seem strangely familiar?" As Moltor heard him ask and looked away a moment, with a finger to his chin, he humphed.

"Wait..." It was the Crimson jerk who averted his gaze to ponder this time. "She did the same thing as that Villainess! Some weird bird in a tree mocked her saying 'Language'! And she said the same word as the woman in black armor!" It suddenly dawned on him when he put two and two together.

Recalling the mysterious and dark rogue shout English! At them, when Flurious scolded her for attempting to swear, and the goth with the bike when she said the same.

"English?" Flurious questioned with a lift of his brow again and gradually those blue eyes lit up with recognition. "So far, she is the only one I've heard, that speaks like that." For a moment, he paused until an idea occurred. "Hmm... Maybe-- if we were to capture one of those rogues then the villainess could be led straight to us. I'd be able to determine who she is that way.~" A broad grin and an evil glint in his eyes encouraged the mischievousness in Moltor who couldn't help but nod.

"Yes. We might be able to get some answers out of her if we did! But only one of us can lure her." His claws tapped as he contemplated his icy brother's words.

"I will!~ After all, I find her interesting. The dark Villainess is like an icy blue flame. With my handsome features, she couldn't possibly deny my hospitality. Surely, she and I could find some mutual respect over luring her here with my cunning intellect.~" Grinning and chuckling, the icy brother declared. Overconfidence poured from him like an avalanche in a snowstorm, Moltor despised it so much.

"Very well! Fill me in on the details afterward!" With that, he watched the screen disappear once Flurious waved his hand and dismissed their strange video chat. "Cunning intellect... Ha! That's why she ignored you, right?" He practically rolled his eyes at the stupidity of it all. Seeing his brother act that way was almost sickening to him, for he knew that no woman would want a man as cold as him. (Pun intended.~)

~~~

A/N: Oh my.~ Tell me what you guys think will happen, when Iseldur enters his icy cave! XD

I bet it'd be hilarious, she clearly doesn't like him haha!