"I'll believe it... When I see it." Flurious mumbled after his strange icy screen was dismissed. Regarding his brother's plans, he thought it impossible that he'd be smart enough to follow them in secret. But now that he has his own plans to work out, he began to pace back and forth.

"Now. If I recall correctly..." He began and ignored Norg's quiet ramblings about boredom who sat in a distant corner. "Those little ninjas she chases after, seem to have a dress code. They all don the same armor." As he wandered and pondered aloud, he looked around his lair hoping to gain some ideas. "Chillers!" When he turned toward a hallway and raised a hand, a small batch of his mindless servants barreled through; eager to serve.

"Go out and find one of those ninjas! They wear black armor of some sort and seem to use electricity to increase their speed! Make sure you render them unconscious – wouldn't want them escaping. Now, go!" Upon his demand, they all charged out of the permafrost cave without hesitance. "Good..." Trailing off and smiling, he whipped around to examine his throne. Slowly his blue eyes roamed about the room as a hum from his lips indicated that he was thinking.

"Norg!" The said yeti was startled by his outburst and stopped his murmurs, Flurious didn't need to look to see the fury creature hurry to his side. "Stay out of sight. I will be having company over and I don't want some iced gorilla who plays with icicles, to ruin this rare opportunity!" There he looked down at the fluffy yeti and grumbled low when he didn't answer, which seemed to have pushed him into doing so.

"Oh! Oh, boy! Company?! Ya – gotcha! Out of sight!" With a nod, Norg sped out of the room, much to Flurious's relief, and made sure not even his little creation in the corner that he supposedly made and talked to, was cleaned up.

"Now then..." Began the ice man, as he trekked toward his throne and sat down. "Wait." He froze at the sight of his improperly cared for room, and then lifted a brow. Next, he lifted his arm. Curious if he would have to freshen up or not but when a subtle smell filled his nose he jerked his head away. "Just wonderful. And here I was, thinking I was ready to meet with this woman... When I haven't even bathed." He stood from his seat and scaled the small steps before pausing. "Perhaps I should add some comfortable furniture here and there, she will need a place to sit after all.~" Grinning and chuckling, slowly turning to look, he lifted his staff to use his power.

Suddenly, in some parts of the room, a sofa made of packed ice was made and a bit in front of it was a short coffee table of sparkling frost. "After I get rid of my stench... I think I'll have something cold and refreshing to drink - prepared.~" After that, he turned, headed down the hall, and towards his bathroom.

~~???~~

"Find her." A woman spoke with a heavy Asian accent. A voice as kind and serene as the quiet mountains around the Japanese structure. Her shadowed figure moved elegantly on one foot, features concealed as she ignored the Elite who knelt behind her. "I will send another spy to lure her if that is what it will take. But by any means necessary, she must be eliminated – killed." Despite her kind tone, her words carried authority and an underlying discontentment.

"Yes, Sensei." Low to the yellow and tan Tatami mats, the Elite bowed. Once he stood, he bowed once more with a straight back with his hands to his sides and turned to leave.

After he was gone, the shadowed woman came to a gentle stop amid her training and clasped her hands inside the lengthy sleeves of her green Kimono. Unlike most Kimonos, hers had two slits on the sides to provide proper maneuverability.

She adjusted the Obiage, Obi, Obijime, and Obidome since her subtle training had caused them to become a little disheveled. The shadows in the room did well to mask the patterns and other features of her backside, until, she used her hands to open the double sliders to the dojo.

There lay a beautiful scenery of mountains and forests. Birds sang their songs as the crisp air filled the room, adding to the tranquility of the structure. "Iseldur Hyne. You were a mistake..." There was a tinge of sorrow in her voice when her head lowered. The light outside cast sun rays through the doors and exposed her leaf patterned Kimono and dark brown hair. Not once did she turn around, only when she lifted a hand and snapped her fingers, did she turn her head to peek over her shoulder.

Her dark eyes watched a Spy in black armor bow respectfully and traditionally. "Aid the Elite." She demanded with a short pause, and continued softly, "And please, be mindful of Iseldur Hyne. She will kill you. You're just bait, so do return safely." she finished and watched the Spy bow again before they left.

~~Hyne~~

"Alright! That's a wrap!" Iseldur's exhausted voice filled the room of the studio as she sat down on one of the stools and picked up a water bottle.

The refreshing sensation going down her aching throat felt so good, that she didn't see one of her bandmates linger in the doorway. When she glanced over, there with expectation on their face was the drummer with folded arms.

"Hey, uh-" They paused a moment and knitted their brows confusedly. "Did you pick a spot yet? Still got another week before the next debut." The goth watched them lean against the frame and sigh.

What do they take me for? Her thoughts sparked slightly. An eye twitched at the subtle annoyance, but she groaned and closed her eyes to calm herself nonetheless. "Yeah..." She began and stood, taking another swig of her water. "Charles suggested checking out Northwind Acres, you know where that is?" Rubbing her neck and making sluggish steps toward the drummer, she took one last sip and put the cap back on.

"Not... Really? It's vague. I think I've been there before a long time ago." The drummer turned and looked up in thought, trying to remember. "Seventeen years ago I believe. Anyway--" glancing at Iseldur, they smirked and chuckled. "Try going far north of San Angeles, there's a giant park there and it's very cold. You're looking at a long drive, too." With a wave of their hand, they pushed away from the door frame and left Hyne alone.

"You guys are just awesome. Yup." Quietly and sarcastically, she spoke to herself, and with a roll of her eyes, she trudged through the door.

But amid her trek to the exit, she paused next to her hanging trench coat and recalled yesterday's event. How she and the Elite stalked like predators and fought shortly after. What he said and why he was sent.

I should've died that day, huh? Her dual-colored eyes squinted from anger behind her metal mask. Right. I put a tracker on him and he didn't even notice. Paypack's going to be a real treat for me. Gulping faintly at the thought, her fists clenched. She knew if she took out the Elite, it would drag out that woman she was after.

I need to get home and put my gear on. Her mind was set. There was no turning back now. The coat was quickly yanked from its post and slipped over her shoulders. Now, she was on a mission.

~~

As time passed, her gear was equipped, and her glowing, narrowed eyes pierced the shadows under the afternoon sun. Staring across the horizon of the city atop a skyscraper, a hand was used to keep herself from slipping off the rounded roof.

Lifting her wrist, she navigated and brought up the same holographic screen as before. There on the layout of the city was a singular blinking red dot, which she humphed at and lifted her head in its direction. "Found you as-" Before she could swear, a vulture flew over, its droppings nearly hitting her in the process. "Arg, I'm going to kill that bird... I hate birds!" Shaking her head, she groaned and scooted away.

Regardless of the interruption, her fingers twitched a certain way and she leaped from the building. Kicking her feet rapidly, electricity sparked around her form before she zapped across the way like a lightning bolt. The nasty thwack and swift flash of blue was the only thing left behind.

Over and over, she soared above in fast streaks. Covering miles upon miles, within a few seconds to minutes. On occasion, she'd glide and let her momentum guide her, but it would slow her down a little.

Past the city, through a busy highway, as she zapped past vehicles and startled citizens, she didn't miss any changes in the Elite's location. She eventually found herself sprinting through a forest with ice-coated trees and rocks. He hadn't moved from that spot. It's either a trap or that's where that murderer is! Either way, I'll make sure he... before she could continue, she came to an abrupt halt at the sight of a Spy being held hostage by Flurious and his Chillers.

The Elite who she sought after was in a block of ice nearby, which would prove impossible to shatter unless he'd use his armor's electricity. From the frozen Elite to the unconscious Spy, Hyne gradually placed her hand on the hilt of her blade.

"Hello, mysterious villainess!" Flurious chimed regally and gave her his frosted toothy smile. "If you want this Spy - Follow me." As he spoke, Iseldur glared daggers at the frosty annoyance and gradually unsheathed her Stake. "Please-- I don't want to fight. I merely want to..." He trailed and glanced between her and the icicle Elite, before continuing with attempted charisma. "Talk." He finished, with a lift of his free hand. "How about some villain-to-villain company? I won't keep you, that- I promise." Expectation twinkled in his otherwise cold blues.

"You're a pile of frozen dung... You know that, right?" The goth spat irritably, making it clear that she wasn't the least interested. Shaking her head and ignoring his attempt, she approached the frozen Elite and examined him. Her fingers traced along the ice to check its density and to see if the Elite could get out or not.

"I beg your pardon?" She didn't need to look to know her insult took him aback. His voice said it all, and she couldn't help but smirk behind her helmet. "Aren't you after this Spy?"

"No." Plain and simple, Iseldur stood behind the frozen Elite to check his back and her eyes lit up with shock when she noticed the tracker was gone. It's gone! Did he notice it was on him? Panicking now, up straight, she rushed to the front and checked his armor; aimlessly moving her head about in hopes of finding it somewhere else.

"What is it you're after, exactly?" Over her shoulder, she peeked and saw Flurious make subtle steps closer with his Chillers carrying the unconscious Spy.

"Listen – Jack Frost!" Iseldur began with distaste and a bit of a growl in her voice. When she fully faced him, her feet shifted into a more defensive position, and lowered her head dangerously. This was enough to make him halt and knit his brows, so she continued with venom, "What I'm after is none of your damn business! Go fight those Power Rangers or whatever, I have my own crap to deal with!" Raging at the icy man, her trek past him and toward the unconscious Spy carried an air of anger.

"Language!" Upon hearing those scolding words, she halted immediately.

It was too quick for her to take control. Her Stake blade was unsheathed and swiftly latched one of her Nerve Slics to it, making it glow molten hot. "Engliiish!" The powerful sideways swipe nearly missed him, and if it didn't, he would've been cut in half by a searing, curved wave of condensed heat. They both watched an abandoned vehicle that sat on the side of the road, explode once it was sliced through the middle. The Nerve Slic she used was hastily pulled back under her skin where it belonged and internally thanked that he didn't see it.

"Impressive.~" He began with a tilt of his head in her direction and an amused smirk on his cold lips. "So if it's the Elite you're after..." She watched him slowly walk toward the said male in black armor behind the ice. Once he placed a hand on the compact frost, he pointed his staff toward her almost provokingly. "Let's talk more in my lair. Surely there's something we could do for one another.~"

"Is your head as dense as the ice you make?" Her head cocked and her fingers gripped the pole of her blade tighter, visibly annoyed by his persistence.

"Haha! I love your comebacks. Come! I prepared refreshments. Wouldn't want them to go to waste, now would I?" Flurious used his staff to command his Chillers and watched them huddle closer to him with the Spy in their grasp.

To the Spy, Elite, and back to him, her head moved. Weighing her options, trying to decide whether or not it was a good idea. "Do anything stupid and consider your so-called 'Lair' a dump by the time I leave." Grumbling indignation laced her words and hesitated when she approached him, her fingers were tight around her blade just in case.

"Now why would I do anything to cause my company discomfort?" The moment she was within range, she flinched when snowflakes gathered around them and teleported them elsewhere.

~~Andrew~~

"Okay!" Rose began as she adjusted the map on the table better. "We think we translated a couple of these symbols-" There she pointed at one of the symbols and continued. "Mountain and Diamond," she finished with her digit moving to the other shape and her genius mind shining bright.

"So we know we're looking for the Toru Diamond..." Mack trailed and glanced at Tyzonn until Will spoke up.

"But we don't know what mountain! It could be anywhere on Earth." The rise of his voice was proof of his frustration.

"Would you care for some Lemonade, Sir?" Everyone saw Spencer approach the creature with a short bow and offered him a tray of prepared glasses.

"Huh? Lemonade?" Confusion was evident, Tyzonn didn't know what it was and the subtle tilt of his head proved it that much more.

"It's made from Lemons. A citrus fruit we grow here on Earth." Thanks to Rose's friendliness, she chimed in donning a smile.

"Citrus? I know of this organic acid!" As he took a glass and hovered it above the map, he quickly dumped it on top. Supposedly burning it as it sizzled and blackened in some spots. Everyone freaked out, even Andrew who stood bug-eyed and joined the chorus of his upset crew. Rose did the best she could to wipe it off after she lifted it from the table.

Why did he pour it on the map? It's ruined! Andrew panicked in his mind, that was until Mack managed to ease everyone's worries.

"Wait, you guys! Look!" Smiling, his son pointed at the paper and everyone saw some strange numbers on the back of it.

Numbers? Maybe coordinates? The Dad pondered and watched Rose grin from cheek to cheek. It was a smart move on Tyzonn's part because if he didn't, they wouldn't have made a new discovery.

"Numbers.~" The pinky chimed happily and was followed up by an 'of course!' by Will when he grasped the edge of the map.

"Citric Acid in the Lemonade revealed the hidden information. Nice.~" Andrew watched the boy in black nod excitedly and look up at the others, everyone's excited faces were becoming contagious.

"And this looks like longitude and latitude!" Once Rose pointed that out and handed it to him, Ronny, and Dax, held it.

So I was right. They are coordinates! There was a small bubble of excitement in Andrew's chest when he leaned over to examine the numbers more.

"Maybe it's the location to the mountain we need!" He heard her announce, followed by Dax's, 'It's gotta be it!' "Way to go Ty!" Ronny congratulated, but the Dad was too busy staring at the map to make sure it wasn't some fake.

Yes! Yes, this is it! Now we just need to follow these coordinates! He internally cheered and couldn't stop smiling at the grand discovery. "Okay, Rangers!" He began with a bit of exhaustion. "The Shark is fueled up and ready to go!" It was almost timed perfectly, no one hesitated to leave the room, save for his son and Tyzonn. He watched the two converse, the creature asking to join them and Mack approving, before they went to catch up.

"Now's my chance." To the screen, he hurried and brought up the recording of the woman in the trench coat. Watching her circle the other and mimicking him like two territorial predators. When he paused the video and zoomed in on the one in armor, his eyes squinted a bit. There were crimson marks, a skull symbol, and a crescent moon, shapes he knew he'd have to look up later.

However, when he moved the screen to have it focus on the woman, his eyes widened. Indeed, it was the same trench coat that the other woman at his front door a day or so ago- had on. But when she removed her visor, screamed, stomped her foot, and looked at the group once the male left, he paused the recording.

He couldn't take his eyes off of her glowing ones. One was icy blue and the other was fiery red that was accompanied by a singular tear trickling down her cheek. Then and there, a memory of the woman in black rogue attire came to mind. Her Hetorchromia helmet eyes were narrowed and glowed through the shadows, and he compared them to the woman on the screen.

"Sir. If I knew any better-- I'd say she's the rogue that you told the Rangers to avoid." Spencer spoke up but Andrew didn't notice him when he leaned over a little to look at his face.

No, he was too awestruck by the beautiful glow of her eyes and concerning tear adorning her cheek. I see a lot of pain on her face... Hatred. Anger. If she was a villain, wouldn't she have attacked everyone during this moment? His brows knitted when the thought crossed his mind. And when he continued the recording, he watched her call for her bike and he gasped. That is definitely her. The same woman who delivered my Pizza! The second he came to that conclusion, a hand waved in front of his face and snapped him out of whatever trance he fell into. "Sorry, Spencer... Uh-- yeah. She really is the same woman." When he closed the video and looked down momentarily, one of the Ranger's voices caught his attention.

"Dad! Tell me it's ready!" His son urgently asked over his morpher, hoping the new power could be used.

Without further ado, Andrew walked over to a console and began to mess with the controls of the system. "This is no video game, son. Here comes the real thing," Grinning a bit, he gave the boy access for him to use it.

"Alright!" After that, his son took control of the machine.

"You know, Sir..." Spencer began and stood at his side. When he looked at the Elder, he noticed a look on his face as if a father was about to advise a boy with girl troubles. "If you invite her over for tea, I doubt she would refuse. Given how frustrated she looks, she could probably use something to help her relax." The nod in his direction and a telltale smirk, Andrew snorted a short chuckle. "Besides, it could be a great opportunity to get to know her.~" A subtle wink from him made the Dad chuckle more and shake his head.

"No, Spencer. If she wants to take the offer we gave her before then we shouldn't refuse her. But I don't want to ask again... I don't want to trouble her." His small smile fell when he remembered her angry outburst from the last time they spoke.

"Sir... Sometimes, asking a second time can show a person how serious you are about getting to know them. It all comes down to how they perceive it in the end. What matters, are your intentions." He finished, but the second Andrew was about to protest, his son announced that they got the Diamond.

To the screen, he watched his boy soar through the air with the jet he made. "Good job, everyone! Now, combine the Drive Max with the Sonic Streaker for some real high-flying power!" As much as he'd love to sit and chat about inviting a woman into his home, he found it a bit more interesting to watch his inventions display their mechanics and strengths.

"Right Dad! Let's put them together!" Over the com, he heard him acknowledge and from there he watched the flier and the megazord form into something new. Of course, Spencer's knowing look toward him went unnoticed since he was too busy watching.

~~Iseldur~~

Glowing narrowed eyes watched Flurious stride through a frosted room. The Chillers dropped the unconscious Spy and sprinted away, leaving the two alone with the Elite in compact ice. "Welcome, to my cold abode!" Turning around to face her, she saw him flash his icy teeth and gesture with his hand toward a permafrost sofa nearby. "Please, have a seat." It was odd to her to see his blue eyes examine her questionably and look her up and down.

"Like I said... Do anything stupid and your lair is going to be nothing but rubble before I leave." Her armored boots clicked across the cold floor and sat down, just to see frozen assorted refreshments on the compact icy coffee table before her.

"Right." She missed the curious tilt of his head as he approached, she was too busy trying to figure out how in the world she was supposed to drink a chunk of ice.

Leaning over her knees with her elbows against them, her fingers almost picked up one of the glasses until she paused. There on her exposed skin was a thin layer of frost. Quickly to her side, she moved her hand out of sight, as if afraid to show anyone something so inhuman. "I'm not thirsty." Straight and to the point, her arms folded defiantly, and pressed her back to the sofa.

"Hmm. Well, aside from the drinks- shall we chat?" He was careful, his steps slowly brought him to the other side of the low table across from her. "In exchange for the frozen armored pest and the little worm my Chillers carried in, I would like you to answer a few questions. One-" He began and waved his staff slightly behind him to create an armchair of the same permafrost. Once he placed it aside and sat down, he continued with a mischievous smirk. "How are you able to cast ice and fire?" Indeed he was intrigued. It almost seemed impossible to wield both elements without any consequences.

Iseldur visibly stiffened at his question. Fingers clenched beneath her folded arms and remained silent for the longest time. I can't tell him that! What if he does the same thing those damn extraterrestrials did to my people?! No- Just no! I can't! A tinge of fear crawled up the back of her mind when she recalled the day before she was sent away.

Watching several motherships descend from the blue clouds and giant war machines capturing innocent civilians. Before she could continue, a barely audible gasp left her when she shook her head and snapped out of it. "I can't tell you." An underlying pain beneath a grumble she made had slipped through. However, when she looked at him she saw curiosity glint in his eyes.

"If it's too personal... Then so be it. Two-" He started and leaned back, with his arms on either side of the chair. "What kind of weapon is that? And why is one end a Stake made of an odd blue stone?" From the frozen glasses and back to her, he glanced, before reaching for one.

"Ever heard of betrayal? Backstabbers? I have a reason for it being that way..." Her leg began to bounce irritably from the personal questions. Who does he think he is asking me this? Oh, no-- couldn't ask me a simple question like... 'What's your favorite food' or something? Behind her helmet her eyes rolled at the thought, finding his little chat session to be more than she bargained for.

"I see... So it represents you backstabbing people? Or perhaps... You betrayed someone close?" With a lift of his brow, he edged on and leaned over a little with the glass rising to his lips.

Calm... Calm down, Iseldur! You're better than this! He's trying to get under my skin, I just know it! Her thoughts raged as her bouncing leg increased in speed. "No." She spat with anger and growled at the icy man. "Are you going to ask more personal questions and be a douche, or are you going to ask me something more normal?"

"Ah, yes.~" From a wave of his hand, in came a Chiller with a small tray of sweets. "Do you prefer chocolate? Or fruits?" Once the minion placed it in front of her, she saw frozen Reese's cups, Ghirardelli chocolate, and fancy fruit candies.

"The h*** do you take me for, you frozen dipsh-!" Immediately she sprung from her seat with a fist slamming harshly on the table, until, he smirked and stopped her.

"Language!" He chuckled and strangely acted calmer than she expected.

"English!" Through a scream of fury, her hand instinctively grasped the pole behind her in an attempt to unsheathe, when she watched him laugh and clap.

"Ah! Wonderful! So, what my brother said, was true," He began with a knowing smirk and a lowering tilt of his head. "He said, that he met a woman who shouted in the same way as you just did." Cocking his head slightly, not once did his eyes leave when he started to walk around the table toward her. "You're that woman... The one who asked him for directions. Your combat skills matched the woman as well when she attacked that armored guy there." His head was directed toward the ice-compact Elite nearby, but, what he said silenced her.

What do I do? He figured it out? He wasn't supposed to! Am I that obvious? She dared not lower her eyes from him or she'd show defeat and that he was right, there was no way she'd give him that luxury. No, she stayed firm and stared quietly to let his brain wrap up something else. "Release him, now. He's mine alone..." Her blade was soon pulled out and the Stake was pointed at his chest without her so much as looking.

"Very well. I will in a moment... But I do have one more question." This time, she looked at him from the side and saw a genuinely curious knit of his brows. "Aren't you cold? Most people would either be shivering or dying in this temperature."

"Not in the least..." Ignoring his slow approach and his poor attempt to touch her fingers, when the Stake was still pointed, she cautiously walked toward the Elite.

"Truly?" Again, the goth ignored him and stared at the armored male in ice. "I must say, you are quite an interesting woman. Very... Mysterious." Iseldur tapped her blade on the ice, his words going through one ear and out the other. "Fine- fine." Had she looked at him, she would've seen him wave his staff.

Once he did, the thick ice shattered, and the Elite fell backward with a heavy thunk. "Now... Where's that tracker?" More to herself than anyone else, she crouched close to the Elite's form and moved him about to examine. However, the moment her fingers grazed his armor, the guy's hand instantly grabbed her throat.

She was quick to flip her blade around and swipe with her glaive, cutting the man's hand clean off. "Aaah!" Crimson splattered on the cold floor, encouraging him to rise.

Iseldur did the same and took a position. Her switch pole was held like a flipped dagger in front of her after she crouched low on one knee and stretched a leg out.

"You..." He began. "So, you set this up?" Through a grunting breath, the Elite held the stub of his hand and did his best to keep himself steady. "I see. Well, upon her request, you will be killed! It matters not whom you throw in my way." Again, his struggling breaths escaped his armored mask and those ominous green eyes glared at the goth who started to mimic his clockwise trek.

~~~~~

A/N: O.O A bit too quick maybe?

 Will she fight in that small space? Will Flurious freeze him over again, or will the Elite attack Flurious out of spite? Oh well, lol. Let's find out what happens in the next chapter when I make it!

So many different scenarios lol!

Sorry for the long delays. I've been going through a lot of stress ^^;