Tommy had been up for three hours. He had gotten used to waking up at 6am, to get ready for school and then make the drive from his secluded ranch house, all the way into town, where the school was located. But it was the summer. And although Tommy had woken up at 8am, still too early for most people, he took it as a wonderful treat that had managed to sleep in a few extra hours.

Even with his normal time schedule off, he was still motivated to perform his morning workout. Which included, but was not limited to, jogging around the perimeter of his property, a few relaxing katas, and stretching. He had recently started lifting weights again, but he usually reserved those for later in the day, when he returned home from school.“Well, I suppose I could whip up a sleeping potion…”

“Sleeping potion? How’s that going to help me?” asked Rita, confused.

“Well, if she is training as hard as you say, she’ll be working late into the night. If you slip the potion into something she drinks, it will affect her body and performance. Any multitude of things could happen to her after it takes effect. It will only work, however, if you give it to her while she is still working. If she takes it after her work-out, then she’ll just think she’s overworked herself.”

“So you’re saying to give it to her so that it’ll cause her to have an accident...?”The Bronze Ranger looked like a classic superhero, cape and all. His helmet was carved into the form of an eagle, with the swept back wings raised from the surface so that they resembled horns. Hs entire body was armored, legs and all, and his boots ended in bladelike talons. Still, there was something about him....either the way he was standing or the armored plates that hung from the sides of his belt, that brought to mind a Roman centurian.

         Without a word, the three teleported off in a flash of mettalic-hued light.

         "Excellent. Kalen, Fox, and Angel." Three more Rangers stepped forward, a girl of asian decent, dressed almost entirely in purple, a shorter girl with burgandy hair covered in combat fatigues, and a large, thoughtful-looking young man in gray.

         "I would like the three of you to deal with the monster de jour. He shouldn't be much trouble."

         Like the three before them, the Rangers thus addressed summoned their morphers.