Clementine had found the understanding that Samara was looking for, while Oliver on the other hand seemed as lax about things as Tommy was. She may have stepped away to locate the missing piece to this incomplete team, but her ears were still perked to listen to what was going on behind her. 

John had continued with his gratitude being fully expressed, but when his video had been played she had intensified her search for Michael. Adjusting settings, placing focus on more populated areas within the mines, and even the classic solution of turning the ground-penetrating radar system off and on again. Nothing had worked. She had returned to the settings that were previously used to locate the other four, and watched the sonar pulsations travel through the facility as a whole. Quite suddenly, the radar had picked up new signals, dozens upon dozens of them, with one in the middle being surrounded by a hue like the last four. A red one. 

[color=fdc68a][b]“Michael,”[/b][/color] Samara whispered quietly with a smile. As she was about to tell John the good news, the monitor had flashed twice with a warning of how many new signals were picked up, erasing her smile. It was always set to alert John and herself when they had picked up many new signals at once. This was more than just a dozen—there had to be at least several dozen of them, all approaching the central mining chamber. It wouldn’t have been as odd—but still odd—if the signals were moving at as normal a pace as all the others, but the speed at which they were racing towards that chamber wasn’t typically that of other miners.[color=fdc68a][b] “Why are you running?” [/b][/color]

Not just him. They were all running. The headquarters for the Strike Force may have been a safe distance away from the area in which Galatec’s slaves had dug for hours on end, but they could have felt some sort of seismic disturbance. It couldn’t have been a cave collapsing or some other danger.

Samara’s hands raced across several keys in quick succession, finding the camera nearest the chamber they were approaching. Choosing the most appropriate, she had laid her eyes on a brutal conflict between humans armed with significantly outdated weaponry striking against the Githkin that monitored the miners. The hue of red that surrounded Michael had allowed her to find him within that mess. He had enough sense to arm himself before joining this attack. It appeared that the rebels facing Galatec on their own had managed to find him first. Or maybe he had sought them out on his own and convinced them to let him fight. None of it mattered anymore.

[color=fdc68a][b]“John!”[/b] [/color]Samara shouted, targeting Michael with the RDS on another window beside the camera displaying the ensuing conflict. He was reachable, but the power needed to grab the first four had made it impossible to bring him here through the same means as the others. She dare not try it as is and waste what precious power it still had left. [color=fdc68a][b]“This just became a rescue mission. The rebels have attacked the facility and it isn’t looking good!”[/b][/color]

The Githkin had the weaponry and the numbers to put down this attack if their forces weren’t bolstered. Michael, without the morpher they had fixed for him, was as good as captured or dead without immediate intervention. Samara was beginning to sweat once more, her heart pumping at the fear of losing Michael like this. Quickly measuring the remaining power they had left, she concluded that there was just enough remaining to send a small object, one that was morpher-sized. 

[color=fdc68a][b]“We don’t have enough power with our current processing unit in the RDS to bring Red to us. He’s either as good as dead or as good as captured—unless you four get there, that is!” [/b][/color]

Samara did not have time to make eye contact just yet. Her fingers pounded at the console keys before her. One of the metal doors, one closest to the conflict in the central mining chamber, had opened nearby. It went without saying that without the power to transport them into the action quickly, they would need to race there on foot. While that was happening, she had worked to find the best entry points to transport Michael’s Photon Morpher when his safety was guaranteed, and only when it was. John had gone through a lot to secure them, and so she could not risk Michael receiving this device only to not understand its purpose or what it could do for him. Faith had to be placed in Clementine, Tommy, Oliver, and Jonah to not only protect Michael, but guide him in the process.

She returned to the camera focusing on the battle and opened tabs from cameras at different angles. The camera in the best position to track Michael was the largest.[color=fdc68a] [b]“Michael Sonnen is our chosen Red Ranger, and he is going to be your ally. Gorgeous hazel eyes, low cut, thick brows, distinct scar by his nose and right eye—the video feed is a good reference, too.”[/b][/color] It struck her that describing Michael was not entirely necessary, as she had already put him as the largest window on her large monitor. She was thinking much too quickly to care.

At last she had left the console, turning around and darting for the remaining morpher that John had left alone. Taking Michael’s morpher in hand, she had moved to place it on the platform the others had arrived in and set it down with care, still in its protective casing. [color=fdc68a][b]“I’ll look for a window to get this to him but one of you will need to get him up to speed,”[/b] [/color]she said. Samara sped towards her computer again, hands returning to the consoles. The morpher on the platform was now targeted by the RDS. [color=fdc68a][b]“Tell him we’re sorry we didn’t get to him sooner. You four are his only chance right now. No pressure!” [/b][/color]

Nearly breathless, Samara turned around and raced back over to John, placing a hand on his shoulder. [color=fdc68a][b]“New processing unit—[i]now[/i]. Tell me you have something up your sleeve—“[/b][/color]the four had caught her eye, stopping her in her verbal tracks. They were still here. Why were they still here?

[color=fdc68a][b]“It’s now or never, guys. Save Michael—save everyone you can!”[/b][/color] She said urgently. [color=fdc68a][b]“Flash forward!”[/b][/color]