Quickly she climbed up the side of the building. Five stories up a drain pipe in the middle of the night, many people would be impressed, but to her it was only a typical night. She pulled herself up onto the roof and scampered along the edge from the alley side to the front. New York was always so full of character, especially these downtown neighborhoods and at this time of night. She looked down across the street at the two story bank they were staking out. Like every other building in this part of town it was a sturdy older building made of bricks. Along the front were two large picture windows and a glass door, but both windows and the door were currently bared by heavy, roll down gates. A smart precaution at this time of night in this part of town. Her eyes scanned up and down the street, one old car and a van were the only movement she could see. A couple of lights lit a few windows of the various buildings up and down the street. For two A.M. to be expected, even in New York people still needed to rest. She thought about the situation, she still felt her father’s theory was off. Five banks hit, one every other day. At each the vault had been cleaned out, especially the safe deposit boxes. Alarm and security systems knocked out, cameras knocked offline. No sign of forced entry but the exit through the front door violent in the extreme, the entire door smashed and any security gates destroyed as if by a battering ram. The strangest thing was the vault door, time lock overridden without any sign of physical damage. The safe deposit boxes on the other hand were torn open as if by some sort of metal claw. When they had checked with a source to find out what the cops knew it was discovered that the police believed the large scale robberies were to cover up the thefts of some very rare documents. The documents pertained to the founding of the country and were all but priceless. Considering where the remaining documents were stored the police had staked out two banks uptown. However her father had noticed a different pattern in the thefts, involving a set of rare, but less valuable pieces of jewelry. Found in an archeological dig in southern Europe during the 1800’s, the pieces had been recently brought into the U.S. by a collector. Like the papers the pieces of jewelry had been divided up and stored in separate banks for their protection. Six unique bracelets, five already stolen and the sixth stored in the bank below. While she may have agreed with the police, she knew the cops had the two banks with the remaining papers staked out, so it was agreed that her team would stake out this bank with the elder team as back-up in the mobile HQ. If anything did go down at one of the other banks they had air transport arranged to get them there fast. She reached under her leather jacket at her back, the hilt of her whip was in place, easy to pull free if needed. She looked into the alley tracing her path to the ground if she needed to get down to the bike hidden there to pursue the thieves as they made their getaway. She was all set, time to check in. Touching the contact hidden in her left sleeve to bring her voice activated mic online, she called in, “Rescue Actual, this is Majoris. I’m in position and waiting for action.” High above, the Mobile HQ hovered. Part dirigible, part ducted lift vehicle, mobile HQ sat above and between two buildings, four grapple lines attaching it to the pair of buildings to help its stabilizers keep it in place in the unpredictable city winds. Its underbody was pitch black, helping it blend into the night sky, starless due to all the light pollution the big city provided. The leader sat in the “Fishbowl,” a bubble shaped, clear plastic enclosure on the bottom of the vehicle. Screens around him delivered images from the suite of night vision cameras attached to the underbelly of the craft around the Fishbowl as well as the lone infrared camera mount as well. Below he had an unobstructed view of the beauty of the city at night through the inverted dome. His earpiece crackled to life as the unmistakable sound of his daughter’s voice came through, “Rescue Actual, this is Majoris. I’m in position and waiting for action.” He looked once more around at the screens then responded, “Majoris, this is Boss Man, we’re reading you. What about the rest of your team?” “I’ve got final check in next,” she replied, “confirmation in a moment.” Majoris looked the places she knew her teammates must be, even though in the darkness they could not be made out and intoned, “Knights, report readiness.” The first voice to reply she instantly recognized as her twin brother’s. “Cortex here, I’m with Foxfire and we’re ready on the south end.” “Clear skies,” Foxfire’s feminine voice added, “Nothing suspicious moving on the ground either.” Majoris looked towards the four story building south of the bank. Those two would be on the roof, northwest corner with a good view of the bank. Another male voice, with a cultured British accent reached her ear, “Stratos checking in. Siege and I are in position. Clears skies but there are a pair of unruly dogs on the street below harassing a rat.” Another feminine voice added in, “Siege here, want me to do down and sort them out? I’m bored.” “Hold position, Siege, if Dad is right the fun should start for us any time,” Majoris replied. Her eyes scanned the six story building to the north. They would on the southeast corner able to see the side of the street opposite the bank. “Prism here. I’m still in position and pleasantly bored.” Majoris knew that he meant for Siege to hear that, the pair had a pleasant disagreement about what was fun. Siege liked action and adventure while Prism would much rather be enjoying a cup of tea with his friends. Somehow this difference made them one of the tightest pairs on the team. Siege, to her credit, did not reply to Prism’s jab. “I’m still sitting here in this air duct, my camera is up and MHQ should be getting the feed any second,” Prism added. Two north, two south, herself across from the bank, Prism inside. Mobile HQ was in position east of them with a good view east and west. The neighborhood was well covered but she still had an ace up her sleeve. “Knight actual, this is Majoris, report.” “Hurricane online,” a male voice replied over the link. “I’ve got a great view from the freakin’ edge of the atmosphere here. Me and the ‘critters’ are wondering why we’re stuck up here and you kids get to have all the fun down there.” Majoris smiled and replied, “Because Jenna put me in charge, you wanna have to argue this with her? I didn’t think so. Besides, our heavy hitters aren’t really needed for some silly bank robbery scheme and I can always use the Wanderlust’s sensors on an op like this.” “You know,” Hurricane retorted, “the last time you said something like that I believe I had to rescue you from the, what were they called, Cybermen?” Majoris grimaced, “Just had to bring that up again? I think we’ll be just fine here but this time you guys are on station… just in case.” Hurricane returned, “Heh, famous last words, kid.” Hurricane looked about the Wanderlust’s control center. The other five control stations were empty, just himself occupying one of the two upper stations. In front of him the main viewer showed the world curving away below, the cargo shuttle really was hovering in place at the very edge of the atmosphere, too low to be bothered by orbiting junk and too high to have to worry about the local aircraft. Around him hovered holographic images of robotic animal heads, six to be precise. Each of the heads was different, a horse, bear, lioness, rabbit, fox and wolf. “Back to work, all of you!” Wes snapped, “You know they’re counting on us to keep an eye on things.” Majoris switched back to the HQ frequency, “Rescue actual, this is Majoris, all Knights in place and ready. How’s things on your end?” Boss Man looked at his screens again, he was confident in his team up here and the ground team as well, but operating at night with the HQ really on its maiden voyage, that still had him worried. “This is Rescue Actual, we’re all go here, Majoris. I’ve got the feed from Prism now, nice view of the inside of the bank. How’s he doing on the rig?” Majoris replied, “He’s got the hang of it, the new joystick system works really well. I’m sure he’ll thank Mom for that when he sees her.” “Still, we’ve only got two night fliers available right now besides your team,” Boss Man added, “and one is your uncle, so make sure this goes as smooth as you can. The GT however is fully functional and, if the deployment system works right this time, we can have it on the ground in 20 seconds. It’s configured for pursuit so it will be able to keep up in the city.” A male voice with a strong Australian accent came on the comm, “Boss Man, please tell me this is not another ‘should’ situation.” The sweet voice of Boss Man’s wife, the pilot of the GT responded, “I told you before, we’ve worked all the bugs out this time. The aerial deployment system will work right… I think.” Both Boss Man and Majoris did their best to not laugh openly, by now Boss Man was pretty sure his wife did that just to get a reaction, at least that’s what he hoped. “Alright, everyone, back on point, we’ve got work to do,” Boss Man stated. Boss Man had just one more thing to do, “Rescue Actual to Knight Actual,” he called. “Hurricane online, Boss Man, “came the reply over the comm, “What can I do for you?” Boss Man took a breath, Hurricane could be a real wild card in any situation and he had a real talent for leaving wreckage in his wake, “Wes, I just want to make sure you know who’s in charge here.” A moment passed before Hurricane responded, “Your daughter.” Boss Man held his tongue, he and Hurricane had a messy past together, he’d hoped they could work things out but it wasn’t going to be right now. However, Majoris had a way of keeping Hurricane in line somehow, he’d just have to trust his daughter here. “Close enough,” he said and ended the link. He really didn’t have to talk to Hurricane to get the data downlink from the Wanderlust and he knew Hurricane wasn’t going to subvert the mission just because of their personal issues so he took a deep breath and looked at the screens once more. A second chair lowered itself into the Fishbowl, strapped to it was the observation officer. “Hey, Bossy,” she said playfully as she got to work on the screens. “IR is back up and we’re ready to roll.” Boss Man sighed, she was an old friend and loved to poke fun at his code name. “El, can we keep it a bit more professional?” El, smiled back at him, “Oh, don’t be so grumpy, things will get all hectic soon and you’ll be so happy to be in the thick of things.” He sighed again. “It’s not that simple this time. The M.O. on these robberies, it matches an old enemy of ours. He’s been off the map for a long time, so there’s no telling what he’s up to at this point. We’d hoped he’d retired but it doesn’t look like we got that lucky,” Boss Man stated. The com crackled, “Hey, Boss Man, is there anything we can do here? Me, Nightscream and the Dart are getting bored.” Boss Man recognized the voice of his best friend, even without him saying his codename, “Iron Goose, just relax, we’ll have action for you soon enough.” Goose and Nightscream were up on the flight deck atop the lift cells, waiting with the Dart, a small aircraft, for their turn. “Alright, Boss Man,” Iron Goose replied, “I guess me and Nightscream will just keep cuddling in the cockpit ‘till there’s some news.” Boss Man sighed, all the waiting was starting to get to him too. He keyed the cockpit comm, “Skycat, what’s it look like up there?” “All’s quiet, we’re stable and the tank is full, we could be out here for a week, Boss,” came the reply. “As soon as we have the Dart and GT off we can disengage the grapples and get into the chase too,” Skycat continued. Boss Man keyed medical on the comm, “Med bay, what’s the situation there?” A moment later a female voice replied, “The same as it was five minutes ago, we’re ready for any injuries we may have to deal with. And if you would please remind my sister to be careful out there, I would be grateful to not have to patch her up again.” Boss Man responded, “I believe you already gave Siege quite a speech on that before they went down, Doc.” “With my sister it never hurts to remind her again,” came the Doctor’s reply. El eyed the telemetry coming in from the Wanderlust, the shuttle’s sensors were amazing, she had a great view of the city in 3D, with icons marking each of the team members down there. An object entered the area at the south, moving slowly north, the resolution of the telemetry was so good she could tell what it was. She looked at a surveillance screen and adjusted one of the belly cameras to no avail, too many buildings in the way. “Bossy, we got something that could be hot. Looks like a large delivery truck moving in from the south.” Boss Man looked at the screens and keyed the com, “Rescue actual to Cortex, have you got eyes on a moving van?” The reply was quick, “Confirm, Boss Man. It’s a large panel job, got a faded logo on the side. ‘Midnight Angel Movers.’ Want me to tag it to be safe?” Boss Man worked his keyboard quickly, his eyes watching the screen intently as he used the HQ’s wireless link to search the web. “Midnight Angel Movers went out of business five years ago. Tag it!” Cortex raised his large, custom crossbow to his shoulder, adjusting for his height atop the tall building and the motion of the van, he ran the calculations through his head with lightning speed. He held his breath and calmly pulled the trigger, sending the bulbous tipped quarrel flying through the air on a ballistic trajectory. The shot came down and landed on the back, right corner of the van, the bulbous head bursting to release a powerful adhesive that held the quarrel to the van’s surface. An LED indicator in the tail flashed twice to indicate the tracking device was now active. He returned to his com, “Tag solid and active.” “Majoris here,” came the next call to Boss Man, “The van just pulled in at the curb below me. It’s just across from the bank now.” The van just sat below, engine still running. Minutes passed and the driver didn’t stop the engine or exit the vehicle. Majoris had that feeling her father had been right because the more she watch the more the van looked like a getaway vehicle. “Prism to Rescue Actual, I’ve got movement here,” Prism said into his mic. His nimble hands manipulated the joystick, bringing the camera to focus on the men’s bathroom door. In the Fishbowl Boss Man and El watched as the door opened slightly and 4 small creatures skittered out. “Rats!” El exclaimed. “It’s the professor alright,” Boss Man stated, “Rats trained to take out the security and cameras, we’ve seen this before alright.” Prism zoomed in the image, “Hold on, do you see what I see?” he asked. Boss Man and El looked at the screen closely. Carefully they examined the rats, two large and two smaller ones but they seemed unusually dark furred… and shiny? “Rubber!” Boss Man exclaimed. “They’re covered in rubber suits of some sort.” El added, “So these rats have some sort of bondage fetish?” “No,” replied Boss Man, “they’re not rats, they’re robots covered in rubber skins to keep them waterproof so they can move through the sewers. Then the come up through the plumbing to enter the bank.” Suddenly the two smaller rat robot things skittered off in different dirrections. “Don’t lose them!” Boss man almost shouted. He watched his screen as the camera panned around for a few moments until Prism said, “There’s one!” The camera re focused as one of the smaller ratbots climbed atop the filing cabinet. “Isn’t that the security panel there?” Prism asked. They watch the screen as the bot moved up to the panel, picked the lock with its claw and started pulling at the wires. “It’s the professor alright,” Boss Man stated. “It certainly explains the alarm system going out,” El added in. Suddenly the camera moved and focused on one of the large security cameras in the upper corner of the room. “I just noticed the activity light went out on the security camera there,” Prism said, “I guess we know where the other little ratbot went.” The camera view returned to the floor as Prism worked the joystick. “What are those two doing?” he asked. Prism and the other two on the end of the video feed watched as the largest ratbot’s side opened and a bunch of little, metallic mites scuttled out of it. “What now?” Boss Man asked. He quickly got his answer. The second largest of the ratbots faced the mites and opened its mouth. A fan shaped spray of light shot out from it and flashed across the mites. In moments the small mites grew to the size of bulldogs and, in fact, looked like blocky, robotic bulldogs. “What did they do, robotisize that Grow-O-Zappo gun of his?” El queried. “Gigantico,” Boss Man corrected as he watched, “More importantly how do they get into the vault now?” “Maybe that,” Prism said as he focused the camera on a vent. The pair of smaller ratbots were there removing the vent cover, a moment later the skittered through and replaced the cover behind them. “I’m betting those vents lead right inside the vault.” “Of course!” the voice of Boss Man’s wife broke in, she’d obviously been listening to the conversation, “Once those robots are inside the vault they can access the maintenance panels for the vault door and override the timelock and the tumblers. Oh, I mean, Crossbow here, then, you know, all that stuff I just said.” “Brilliant, mom,” Cortex broke in, “should take them a few minu…” “They’re in!” Prism cut him off. “I count twelve of the dog bots going into the vault with the remaining ratbots.” Boss Man knew they had to act fast, “Prism, meet up with Majoris, all units prepare to move. We’re gonna track these things to their lair and recover the stolen goods! Crossbow, get the Tank on the ground. Iron Goose, get the Dart in the air. Hurricane, make sure you’ve got a lock on that truck in case we lose the tracker.” Confirmations quickly came back from all the various team members as they got ready for the real action to begin. Majoris sprinted back along the roof to where the drain pipe she had climbed up was. She jumped over the edge and scuttled down the pipe two floors to the laundry line that ran from one building to the other across the alley. With amazing grace she scuttled along the laundry line until she was within a few feet of the other building. She then reached under her leather jacket and pulled out her whip. Leaping from the line she flipped out her whip, catching an old, unused lighting fixture and using it to swing her towards the old, tattered awning over the building’s side door. She touched the control stud in her whip’s hilt and the clever mechanism caused the end of the whip to suddenly straighten, releasing the light fixture allowing her to fall onto the awning with surprising grace. She slid down the old fabric and caught the exposed frame of the awning with her feet, redirecting herself over the side towards the large dumpster sitting in the alley. A forward flip and she landed on the dumpster’s closed lid. She coiled her whip and slipped it back under her jacket as she made her way to the corner of the dumpster then slid down to the ground. In haste she made her way to the pile of trash against the wall next to the dumpster, pulling a large Chinese takeout box out of the way she revealed her cycle. It was a custom rebuild her mother and brother had made just for her, a surprisingly powerful electric motor and a pair of high capacity lithium ion batteries provided surprising speed and stealth in a highly maneuverable package. She grabbed her helmet off the seat and was putting it on as Prism dropped from above onto the seat, his colorful, gossamer wings glinting in the low light. He grabbed his smaller helmet and put it on as Majoris climbed onto the motorcycle and he grabbed onto her from behind. He started to speak, “They should be out any sec…” The sound of glass shattering and metal rending filled the air as one of the dog robots used its head as a battering ram to clear a path through the front door and security gate of the bank. In moments all the robots were in the street heading for the panel truck. As she watched Majoris flipped the power switch on her handlebars, as small, green LED lighting up the only sign her electric motor was now powered. On the rooftops to the north and south the rest of her team members got ready to move. As soon as they knew what direction the truck was going they’d follow it. Well above, at the mobile HQ, a linear accelerator acted as a deck catapult to fling the Dart into the air. Iron Goose got his bearings and made a wide turn to bring his aircraft above the street with the truck on it. A quick glance upward through his canopy and he made sure Nightscream was still clinging to the special grips on the upper hull of the Dart. She glanced down at him with a smile, always so happy to be with her husband, even while on a mission. On the bottom of the mobile HQ a hatch slid open and a very large, odd looking object dropped out, with two cables on its sides connecting it to the large aircraft above to provide some stability and breaking as it headed for the ground. The GT or Gyro Tank as it was known was quite an odd sight, its body looked like someone had cut the front end off of an armored flying saucer and stuck a blocky section behind it. On either side of the blocky section a jet thruster that looked suspiciously like a repurposed hair drier pointed downward, constantly adjusting to help maintain stability as the tank dropped. At the front end two small, ducted fans spun for added stability and control. Atop the tank was a small, enclosed turret ready to launch a variety of specialty projectiles. Below six heavy duty wheels extended out on a heavily reinforced suspension system, ready to absorb the impact of landing the odd vehicle. The oddest feature of the vehicle was the thick ring that encircled horizontally at its mid line. The ring was attached at the sides of the tank and had a set of what appeared to be oversized plungers mounted at regular intervals around the ring. Mere feet above the ground the decent of the tank slowed to almost a stop, the rear engines shifted, coming up into positon to propel the tank forward as the cables released, springing upwards. The tank landed, the suspension taking most of the impact well, but slightly tilting to the right. The vehicle skidded hard to the right as Crossbow fought for control, it spun and skidded, coming to stop facing almost fully backwards from the way it had landed. Crossbow pulled a leaver and the tanks suspension lowered, bring it closer to the ground for better control and stability as she looked at her copilot, Bushwhacker, who was pale as a ghost. “See,” she said with a smile, “We’re down and perfectly safe.” “Are you sure, luv?” Bushwhacker returned in his trademark Australian accent. Bushwhacker looked to the turret controls where Buzzsaw was seated, “You alright, mate?” Buzzsaw made a positive sounding noise then gave a thumbs up. As they checked with each other, Crossbow worked the controls. The ducted fans on the front of the tank came up and began thrusting, bringing the tank around in a tight circle to face towards the street and their quarry. “Gyro Tank ready to go,” she said into the com. Above, Boss Man watched the screens, everything was going according to plan so far, he watched as the robots loaded into the back of the truck. The com came on, “Skycat here, we’ve unhooked and retracted the lines, MHQ is ready to move.” “Alright, it’s show time,” Boss Man replied. Far from the action, another pair of eyes watched their own screens. He watched through thick glasses as his robots loaded into the truck. Without surprise he noted the electronic signal from the tracker that Cortex had planted, “Very good, old friends. I knew I could count on you. But we can’t make this too easy, can we? I need this to go to my plan, not yours.” His fingers taped a few controls and set in motion events. Majoris sat on her motorcycle, waiting to follow the truck when she noticed the last robot dog stop before entering the truck. It looked up then sprang up to the top of the truck. “Rescue actual, we’ve got an issue. One of the mutt-bots just jumped on the top of the truck,” she said into her comm. Atop the truck the robot quickly located the homing dart and leaned in on it. With a snap of his mechanical jaws the dart broke in two. In the Fishbowl El noted the signal’s loss, “We just lost the tracker,” she told Boss Man. “The Professor has gotten sharper in his old age it seems,” he replied. “Rescue Actual to all units, we just lost the tracker, switch to plan B.” Down below the robot dog hopped down to the pavement and then into the back of the truck. Down came the rear door and the truck began to pull away from the curb. El noted the change on her screen and looked to Boss Man, “They’re moving, Bossy.” Boss Man picked up the fedora sitting on his lap and reached for the comm switch. “Alright, you heard Actual!” Majoris called into her mic, “Knight Rangers, mount up and ride!” She gunned the throttle and took off. The tiny bike shot out of the alley, skidded through a hard right turn and darted under a parked car to begin pursuit of the van. Majoris twisted the throttle down and the bike surged forward. Though small the bike only carried a female chipmunk and a male butterfly, low weight and high power gave it speed in excess, there was no way the truck would get away. A moment later the Gyro Tank sped from another alley to join the pursuit, both of its main jet thrusters working hard to get the heavier vehicle up to speed as its front fan jets aided in keeping the turns tight enough. Crossbow worked the controls with confidence, the mouse had handled many a vehicle, most of her own design, in traffic and was a master of maneuvering through, around and under human sized cars and trucks. As ever Bushwhacker looked quite pale, few were the individuals willing to call him a coward, but Crossbow’s driving always left him feeling like the Grim Reaper was sitting next to the larger mouse watching the clock. Buzzsaw, on the other hand, remained quite calm. In the turret he could see everything and, being a fly, his insect reaction speed and senses allowed him to anticipate Crossbow’s moves, preventing him from worrying as much as Bushwhacker. Moments earlier Siege had climbed onto Stratos’s back where he wore a strange pack. It was made up of three pods, a larger central one with two smaller ones on either side. Each of the pods had a clear canopy on the front of it. Siege hit the control on the side of the larger pod and its canopy slid forward. She slipped in feet first and the canopy closed behind her. Inside the pod was just big enough for the full grow squirrel to lie down. She turned onto her stomach and slipped her feet into the stirrups at the back causing the grippers at her waist to close as a safety bar to hold her in place. She grabbed the two joysticks at the front and called to Stratos, “Ready big guy!” The large peregrine falcon hopped to the edge of the building and spread his wings. “Let’s take wing!” he called as he lept into the air. With a few quick wingbeats he was heading south. To the south Foxfire pulled two handles out of the back of Cortex’s overalls, they had been specially designed by Cortex to allow her to carry him more easily. She climbed up onto his back and grabbed the handles with her clawed feet. “Ready!” she exclaimed. Cortex stepped to the edge of the building, the mouse held his crossbow to his chest then leaned forward and the pair fell from the roof together. “Whoo-hoo!” Foxfire cried out then she opened her wings and gave them a couple of good, hard flaps. In a few moments the bat had pulled herself and Cortex out of their dive and had them flying forward. Foxfire’s large ears rotated as she heard the wing beats of the large raptor above them. The predator pulled a wing over and dove at them. It opened its wings to gain control as it closed on the bat carrying the mouse. Foxfire however didn’t alter her flight at all, waiting for the raptor to approach closer. Suddenly the raptor pulled up under them, a peregrine falcon. “Coming aboard, Stratos!” Cortex yelled as Foxfire lowered him onto the flight pack on Statos’s back. His nimble right paw and foot paws grabbed the holds that he himself had designed into the pack. He slapped this crossbow down onto the special magnet in the left pod’s surface to hold it in place, then opened his canopy and hopped inside. In moments he was secured inside. Foxfire grabbed the grips at the front top of the larger pod containing Siege and pulled herself down until her feet grabbed the special grips further back and she was secured to the pod. “We’re all on, Stratos, wing it!” She called to her larger friend. “Foxfire,” he replied in his cultured accent, “I think we have overused that phrase at this point.” With that they were in pursuit of the truck from above. Shortly they spotted the Dart nearby, also shadowing the truck from above. Foxfire activated the mic in the band she wore on her left wing, “Mom, dad, on your left. Wanna race?” In moments Iron Goose replied, “I’d love to, but you know how Boss Man gets when we do that on a mission.” Giggles filled the com for a few moments then Boss Man broke in, “Can we hold the chatter, let’s keep on mission here.” Majoris came on the comm, “Tighten it up, people, we’ve got a job to do. And speaking of jobs, shouldn’t you be saying it, dad?” Boss Man gave a lopsided grin and teased his daughter back a little, “I thought it was time for the Knight Rangers to mount up.” Majoris grinned as she sped through traffic. “You know it’s not a real mission until you say it, Boss Man,” she said. Boss man checked his screens, Hurricane’s data showed them all in pursuit, Skycat had the Mobile HQ running parallel to the street with the truck on it. Each of the teams was shadowing it from one angle or another. He placed the fedora in his hand onto his head, his chipmunk ears popping up through the special holes in it to wiggle slightly. He pulled his leather jacket straight and called into his mic, “Rescue Rangers away!”
Who's up for some mystery? I've been working on this little experimental prolog to a fan fic. The idea was to do some sort of slow reveal on what the fic is.
So, give it a read and let me know both what you think and when you figured out what the fic was of.
