"With the Fearcats in the way, I don't think I'll ever get my revenge on that woman!" Kamdor's voice filled the air. He was observing the Assassin in black at a high point and saw her follow the Power Rangers back to wherever they parked their transportation. And if I'm not careful, she could kill me with that fire and ice! Anger laced his thoughts. His fingers flexed and tried to hold back from grabbing his blade and ambushing her. The electricity she uses gives her lightning-fast movements and speed. Which I could benefit from, if I had her technology! I'd be on even ground with her! Then we'd be able to see who the better fighter is! A tight fist formed and crunched, eager to test his metal against hers.

"I can tell you're thinking. What are you thinking about?" Miratrix asked, which he didn't look at to see her smirk. Her tone seemed to carry playfulness, almost as if she knew something.

"I want to fight her! To see who's better! There can only be one Master rogue!" When he paused and put a foot forward to lean over the edge of the high point, the girl's quiet chuckles made him whip his head to her irritably. "What?"

"You liiiike her, don't you?" That confident smirk, the fold of her arms, and her shifted weight onto one leg caused the Ninja to burst with anger.

"I do not like her! She's rude, mouthy, and temperamental!" His words almost boomed across the distance, and when they saw the others look in their direction, they both quickly crouched behind bushes to hide.

Miratrix bit her bottom lip to hold back laughter. Her small wheezes were all that slipped out. "But isn't that what you like? You trained me to be strong and fierce, " she explained, holding back a laugh. Their similarities amused her—how Kamdor is always angry and rude, compared to the Assassin's snarky comments and anger. The stark difference was that the woman was a lot quieter when it came to talking than he was.

"That's different! Every warrior needs to be strong and fierce in battle with unwavering resolve. No... There's something else about her that draws me and it's not attraction." He began and rested an elbow on his knee when he knelt. "She seems familiar in a way. As if I've seen that combination of ice and fire before." His head lowered in thought and hummed quietly, trying to ponder exactly where he'd seen it. Over the years he's lived and wandered through the galaxy, he could've sworn he'd seen a species like her before. "As I've watched her fights, she pulls something out of her back. It's too quick for normal eyes to see, but there's definitely something she's using to attach to her weapon, so she could cast such power." After he explained and peeked at Miratrix, he saw her knitted brows and her barely parted lips. A human expression he's come to know as confusion.

"Interesting. Well..." The Kunoichi began and smiled. Her puzzled face shifted to a more mischievous one. "Why don't I try and get close to her? Who knows, we might even make an ally. And I think she's pretty cool, for being able to kill without remorse. I didn't see an ounce of hesitance when she threatened to stab the Fearcats from behind.~" A brow quirked and her smile lifted into a smirk, but he knew better than to let an amateur Kunoichi head into battle against a legitimate killer with professional skill under her belt.

"No!" Whisper yelled the Ninja, as he raised a finger to her face. It made her lips frown and nearly pout, so he continued. "She is not to be approached so lightly. Have you not been watching with me? She is like a predator, she will strike as she sees fit! I do not need my apprentice killed so soon." Jerking his head away, he grumbled and stood to follow the colorful group guiding the Assassin to their transportation. He didn't need to look to see Miratrix do the same, her subtle footfalls told him everything.

Yes, like a predator on a hunt. Once her mind is set, she will go after it. I have been watching her for a little while now and have concluded that she does not stop until her task is complete... As he watched the woman in the distance enter a ship of some sort, he noticed how her head would turn subtly on occasion. It was something all rogues would do, an indication that she was aware someone was watching. Even if it wasn't noticeable to others, he was able to see it from where he hid. She's good. Her guard is high. Her awareness is sharp and her body is tense. To match your opponent, you must study them and learn their patterns or abilities to prepare. He added in his thoughts and watched the door close on the ship before taking off.

"Oh, here's an idea!~" Now that they were gone, Miratrix raised from her spot, he did the same and gave her a skeptical once-over. "If she's like a predator... Why not feed her? All predators who're on a hunt, are looking for food right?" There it was again, her confident smirk that told him she was up to something.

There was a lasting silence between the two as he stared at her. "Fine... But do not come crying to me if she bites the hand that feeds!" With that, he turned with aggression and headed in the direction of their base of operations.

"Great!~" To say the Kunoichi was pleased would be an understatement. Kamdor missed the inspirational twinkle in her eyes. It was as if she was permitted to meet an idol or someone she secretly looked up to. Her broad grin and excitement on her face went unnoticed by the ninja ahead.

~~Iseldur~~

"So... If the Fearcats found something in Portugal, that led them to Brazil... Where's the jewel? What's the connection?" The Blue Ranger rambled on as he wobbled in his seat like everyone else who was strapped in. "I was picking up very small Jewel readings in that Jungle. Hardly anything at all." When he finished explaining, Iseldur sighed and looked away from the group.

She was leaning against the wall of the interior, far behind the group with her arms folded. Perfectly fine standing up mid-flight despite the occasional wobble of the ship.

I was able to feel it. Someone was watching us before we left. Was it that damn Elite? Probably... Not. He would've killed these kids to get them out of his way. Sometimes he waits and sometimes he doesn't. As she pondered, she recalled a distant memory of a man in black cloth ninja robes in an interrogation room. Trying to make one out of the two siblings who were held captive, to squeak information about a particular target, but they still resisted. It drove her mad watching him torment one of the two and make them scream in pain. The goth was made to watch the entire interrogation and be a door guard in case others showed up.

The bloodcurdling screams before the sound of air leaving the child's lungs, made her fingers clench angrily at the memory. He has killed children before. Innocent people... The more she dove into that memory, the harder her digits clenched onto the exposed suit's sleeve.

The Power Ranger's conversation had fallen into more of a murmur, echoes she hardly paid attention to. "Guys, I'm going to drop you into the city in case they come back." Ronny raised her voice over everyone's, which in turn snapped Iseldur out of her thoughts.

"Yeah, good idea!" Mack began and nodded. The Assassin saw his head look over his shoulder at her with a friendly smile and a wave. "Hey! I want to send you over with Tyzonn too. You can trust us, we can handle the Fearcats. You've done enough for us by buying us some time out there. And... Are you sure, you don't want to sit? There's an extra chair there." Right behind Will, he pointed.

She could see purity in his eyes, and kindness, it irked her that he had to be a Ranger. Putting children out on the line of battle infuriates me! Regardless of her inner wrath, she still refused to answer the boy and released a heavy sigh through her nose.

"Please? I want you to watch how we fight!" Everyone was quiet after Mack began to talk to the goth, a couple of heads looked in her direction in doing so.

"Why did you help us, anyway?" Will questioned and twisted in his seat to look at her.

"Kids shouldn't be fighting battles to the death..." The last word was spoken strongly as if to add emphasis. Looking at the boy, she noticed a smirk playing on his lips, before he spoke again.

"Well – some of us are fresh out of High School. Like me. I'm an expert in Espionage and learned from the best growing up." When she saw him turn back around and relax in his seat, she saw the Pink Ranger swivel her seat around to face her with a friendly grin.

"And I'm an early graduate! I'm Rose Ortiz! Mack already introduced himself and Will over there." Her fingers darted between the boys, before moving to Dax.

"Oh! I'm Dax Lo!" The Blue Ranger moved his attention from Rose to Iseldur and waved a goofy greeting with a bright smile. "Aspiring to be a famous Actor one day and I have taken classes in it as well!"

"And she's Ronny Robinson. She's too busy keeping her eyes on the clouds and flying to introduce herself properly, though," Rose added with a thumb and playful grin directed to the blonde.

"Hey – don't you want to make it in one piece?" Hyne heard it, a lift in her voice that indicated amusement and a possible smile. There was a glance over her shoulder before her eyes returned to the sky.

Everyone simply chuckled at the girl's remark, aside from Iseldur who found no humor in the lighthearted atmosphere. Such innocence and young lives, yet it's being wasted on this? They have futures still! Adults who're more developed with muscles and obtained combat skills should be the ones to fight in battle... Not children! Her inner rage caused her fingers to shake from the strength behind her clench and didn't notice Mack staring at her limb and her tense form.

~~Flurious~~

Low chuckles emitted in his icy domain as Frosty the Snowman himself held two peculiar devices. "You're ready... Powerful!" He began. "You're going to give my army an added boost!" Again he chuckled only until he heard small sounds from the Yeti behind him. "Have you lost the last marble in your head?! Stand up!" It was unnerving to turn around to see the snowy beast crawl around on the floor like a child.

When he did, Norg saw the spinning devices in his grasp and ogled at them like playthings. "Ooo, pretty! What are they?!" When he asked, it was as though it had dawned on him, and grew excited over something that wasn't around yet. His hands flew up when he took a few steps back. "Christmas Ornaments!"

The second the Yeti tried to grab one, Flurious reeled it back with an outburst of anger that gradually calmed. "Find me some Chillers and I'll be glad to show you..." Looking down at the devices, it was hard to ignore Norg's call for the servants he requested, and when he laughed low to himself, two Chillers were before him seconds later.

"Two chillers – extra ice!" Norg threw in a bit of humor before he released them.

"Watch and learn my furry friend. Watch and learn..." As he slipped the devices into the Chillers, he stood back to watch and laughed while they convulsed. Within seconds they exploded into flakes, sprinkling the cave.

Flurious expressed a sound of surprise when he took a step back. "Whaaat?!"

The playfulness from Norg when he danced amidst the frost, only added to the anger over the current failure. "A snow machine!" However, once he stopped and looked at him, he continued confusedly. "Why do we need more snow?"

Grabbing the Yeti and pulling him close, through a lengthy grunt, the frosted lord fumed. "Find me someone that can handle this power!" With that, he pushed the fuzz ball toward the entrance of the cave and watched him sprint to do as he was ordered. "Finally... He's out of my hair!"

He was alone with his thoughts now. There were plenty more of those Gyros stashed away, so it wasn't much of a cause for concern. However, the moment a screen showed up through his ice, he looked over and saw Moltor. "Brother, what a surprise.~"

"Tell me the details! I've been waiting for a while for you to say something and you never have!" Moltor's temper went up in flames, he watched him stand with a lifted fist and glare at him.

"Alright. I see no harm in it. After all, I should keep my word." Flurious wanted to keep the information to himself so badly. To uncover her secrets was going to be a challenge, especially now that his interest in her has piqued more than it was already. From there, he did as he said he would. Down to each little detail.

~~Iseldur~~

Onto the landing zone, the ship sat. Four of the Rangers were dropped off into the city as planned and the goth watched Ronny rush out of her seat to grab the container of the liquidized Tyzonn.

Those kids. Those damn kids made me come with her! I could've been able to finish those cats off for good! Internally fumed the Assassin, following the blonde through the hatch that opened, and out onto the landing zone's platform.

"Hurry! This way!" Ronny urgently called.

It wasn't enough to make Iseldur pick up her pace, she was too busy looking around to do so. The large clearing of grass around the landing zone was pretty but once she stepped foot off of the platform and into the grass, the platform opened up.

The ship descended into a shaft of some sort behind her. The sounds of machinery filling her ears and the grass suddenly covering up the hole where it once was, surprised her. An underground army base? Alright... I'll have to admit, that was pretty cool. The subtle and curious cock of her head stayed like that for roughly ten seconds, before looking back in Ronny's direction.

She halted in place when she saw the backside of a large familiar mansion. Its white exterior told her everything. Am I back at that jerk's house?! The same house I delivered that Pizza?! At this point it was more than a simple surprise, it was disbelief. As she recalled that man's puppy-dog eyes and the guy's butler, it was nearly instant when her face burned.

Finally, she trudged onward. Hesitant steps brought her around the house and up the steps to the front door. She wasn't expecting to see Spencer waiting for her with a welcoming but nervous smile.

"Welcome! I was told we were going to have a visitor. Please – make yourself comfortable, Mr. Hartford will be with you shortly." The short bow, the kind greeting, and the slow close of the door when she stepped inside, showed a lot of his experience as a Butler. "Miss Robinson told me, that you accepted some food and drink when Mr. Hartford's son offered it to you. So please, pardon me while I go and prepare something." When he walked away and left her, her hidden gaze examined the interior.

The fancy and intricate design, the particularly placed furniture, and the interesting statues that displayed Hartford's achievements during his expeditions were self-explanatory. He's done a lot of this on his own by the looks of it. So, he's not just some ritzy jerk, he actually earned his way up. Pondered the goth with mild amusement. Her exposed fingers carefully traced along an interesting statue and secretly admired its artistic beauty.

"Hey!" Iseldur's hand froze an inch above the statue when she looked at Ronny and saw her jog to her. "Go ahead and go downstairs, I told him that you were brought here! But – I have to go! The others need my help!" Exclaimed the blonde before she ran off and left the house.

The girl's got guts to go up against adults... Which still pisses me off! Her fuming thoughts made fists and once she looked at the staircase nearby that led to the basement area, she growled beneath her breath. It looks like I get to show this as- before she could swear, she was interrupted by a platter with food and drink on top.

"Here you are, miss! Mr. Hartford is waiting for you, as Miss Robinson stated. Take your time and eat.~" From his kind and professional expression to the platter offered to her, her fingers slowly took it and gave him a nod.

"Thanks..." Quietly, awkwardly, she walked toward the stairs. Had she known Spencer smiled brightly at her, she would've asked about it. It wasn't long before she had to move out of the way of a barreling Tyzonn who was strangely back to normal. The goth watched him race out of the house to catch up to the blonde.

Down the stairs, eventually, she came upon the same man from before. He was staring at a device on a surface, worry etched onto his face. When she grasped the hilt of her blade against her lower back, the faint sound caught Andrew's attention and caused his brown eyes to widen as large as softballs.

Gulping, staring at his puppy-dog eyes, despite how she felt, she knew she had to do it. Her slow steps toward him turned into a predatory trek. Her head tilted down to expose the piercing heterochromia glow of her helmet's eyes. "So..." She began, her boots clicking across the hard floor. The goth saw his fingers inch toward the Tracker and press his lower back against the surface. "You're the prick that sends children out to fight." Her deep and low words carried venom and suppressed anger. It was evident that he was afraid, the slight beads of sweat on his skin and the movement of his Adam's Apple when he gulped, was proof enough.

"L - Listen. I picked them for their expertise. They have incredible skills that outshine adults." As he explained, Iseldur placed the platter somewhere out of her way, deeming that food and drink weren't as important as this moment.

"They have their own futures to live for..." The goth started and unsheathed her Stake but kept it behind her in case she decided he wasn't worth the effort. "Expertise, incredible skills? You're no different than a mastermind using others as his pawns regardless of their age." Her suppressed anger was enough to cause the grip on her hilt to shake. "You may have them fooled. But I'm not as stupid..."

"I- I understand why you might think that. B- But please, I assure you, they're in safe hands." In defense, his hands raised and kept his back pressed against the surface behind him. There wasn't an ounce of playfulness, fear had made its way onto his face aside from his poor attempt to appear calm. "If anything serious were to happen, I'll go out there myself and grab-" Before he could continue, she emitted a powerful cry of anger, whirled, and aimed the Glaive end close to his windpipe.

"They would've been killed if I hadn't stepped in! If they're in safe hands – then why the h*** did Tyzonn explode into liquidized pieces?! Explain that! You didn't show up during that moment! You didn't show up when they all fell!" The edge of her Glaive was so close to cutting his skin, but she kept it mere centimeters from his neck.

She wanted an answer badly. The old memory of those children and the other kids the Elite was permitted to kill in the past, drove her into a frenzy of anger. Andrew's behavior only worsened how she felt. The carelessness reminded her of her old master and the Elite's heartless murders.

It was easy to tell that Mr. Hartford was terrified now. The heavy breaths that left him were proof, but the fear didn't stop him from a gentle touch to the bare Glaive and carefully pushing it away from him.

"Believe me... I was going to join them in the fight. I just don't have a Tracker." Emotion stirred in his eyes when he stared into hidden ones behind the intimidating helmet. "Every day I am forced to watch them fight and get hurt. Not a day goes by when I don't become worried sick over them... My own son is out there fighting even as we speak. I'm..." He began and swallowed back the need to cry. "I'm terrified of seeing young ones go out and fight. But over the many generations of Power Rangers, there have been a lot of teenagers and young adults who fought evil and saved the world." As he explained, Iseldur's Glaive moved from his neck and poked his esophagus threateningly.

"Who was the moron who decided that sh-" Before she could swear, on some sort of com nearby, Mack's words filled the room.

"Dad! We did it! The Fearcats are gone! We're coming back!" Hyne's subtle movement of her head in the voice's direction wasn't enough to break her gaze from the man.

"A- As I said. I'm not using them for evil. They're not pawns. They have a right to leave if they want. I have no right to stop them. But... They wanted to become Power Rangers." Slowly from behind him, he showed her the Tracker and cautiously revolved it so she could examine it from where she stood. "This was supposed to be for Tyzonn, but he refused it. This isn't mine." As if to melt away any suspicion, he explained, before putting it back.

"And you're supposed to be an adult?" His frightened puppy stare may have had a role in her slightly diminishing anger, but she wasn't done just yet.

"Listen... I know it looks bad to you in your eyes, but we need people out there to prevent Flurious and Moltor from getting the Jewels of the Corona Aurora. It could become the end of the world if they did... And we need as many capable fighters to help us save this planet." Again, he explained, and with one look at his hands, she saw his digits quiver. "I- If you'll excuse me. I need to welcome the Rangers. After this is all over, I'd like to talk to you, please." A gradual trek backward toward the stairs was what she saw and not once had she lowered her weapon.

"Make it quick." Anger brought out a low growl of disapproval. Even though she thought he was cute or handsome, it wouldn't be enough to save his hide if she chose to strike. Finally, her blade lowered and was held behind her.

As soon as he left, Iseldur looked back at the Tracker and stared at it for the longest time. I don't see very many lies in his eyes... But he's definitely hiding something. I'll find out and when I do... Slowly her steps brought her to the Tracker. He'll answer me whether he wants to or not! Fury erupted from her throat when she screamed and jabbed her Stake end dangerously close to the Tracker. Her attack was strong enough to leave a dent in the surface and make the Tracker bounce a little from the impact.

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A/N: Great - how's he going to avoid Death? XD

Just have to wait and see I guess! :D