[quote=Clint Martyr, Green Dino Ranger][i]"Almost a decade ago now, I lived in Angel Grove with my Ma who parted from my Pa for a bit over some petty issues they had about the ranch. I was a smaller boy back then, longer hair and dressed more like the city folks tend to, so pretty normal stuff. What wasn't normal was bein' on a team of teenagers tasked with saving the world from some other-worldly force known as the Druidon Warfare Tribe. I never quite understood the full picture, but knowing my parents an' three little brothers were in danger was enough for me to fight. I was the oldest kid there, and I took it upon myself to try an' look after the others as a big brother of sorts for the group, keeping them in line when they would all squabble.

They were good folks. I say were, because quite a few of them have passed on, God rest their souls. I always told myself I could protect everyone, but that day was a reality check. Four of my friends were dead before it was over, and I almost lost a fifth in the chaos. Jordan Hall. She had been critically injured and almost found herself getting killed in action, but I took the brunt of the finishing blow intended for her. Got the scar across my abdomen to prove it, though most people who ask just get one excuse or another. By the time the others won the battle, we were trying to drag ourselves out of harm's way. I feel lucky to be alive, and even luckier that she survived, even if she disappeared soon after the war was over. 

I took off, too. Said my goodbyes to Charlie, because my Ma had started getting along with my Pa again. So we took off back to the ranch. We lost contact info at some point, guess because of how rarely we talked. But I tried to keep an eye out for her when I was in town. Never found her, though, so it's a wonder what she's been up to. Jordan, too. I've spent my time on the family ranch, workin' myself hard. I've grown into a pretty simple guy, but a lot bigger than the others might remember. Been talkin' a lot more like my dad, too. I was a confused country boy in the city before, but now I'm experienced in both sides, taking a heavy tilt to the countryside. My Pa has been talkin' about how the ranch is mine once he passes, but I dunno how I'm gonna handle that responsibility. By the time that happens, my brothers will probably be long gone. Will probably need some ranch hands, though it could be hard to find people trustworthy. It sounds like a lot of work I ain't ready for.

As of now, I'm takin' a trip into Angel Grove to get some things I need for the ranch. While I'm there, I'm gonna stop at the Angel Grove Diner an' get a couple of their classic BLT sandwiches. They were always my favorite as a kid, and I can't help but want a little nostalgia once in awhile. I've always kinda hoped some of my friends would show up around there, too. But over the years I've either missed them or the place became less popular among them. Who knows?"[/i]

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Clint was driving down the road in his [url=https://dealerimages.dealereprocess.com/image/upload/1646863.jpg]2019 Ford F-150 Raptor[/url]. It wasn't uncommon for him to make trips into the city, but today was a pretty simple trip. Just needed some supplies to patch up a fence and to fix some of a stable interior. He'd be out of there in about an hour and a half, he'd say? Well, he wanted to stop for lunch, so maybe just say two hours. Depending on how long it took him to find what he was looking for, anyways. 

The radio was playing some coverage about that Gaia company. Clint didn't really keep up with that stuff, he didn't have his hands in that honey pot. He understood how big they were, but generally the news wasn't anything that mattered to him, though his paranoia about a certain company from the past made him wonder if Gaia would ever lead them into some sort of painful situation like a blast from the past. But that was just, as he thought to himself, paranoia. They finished everything back then, and the world was at peace... The incidents he'd been hearing about had to just be coincidence and horrible people. Clint couldn't bring himself to believe otherwise.

So he flipped it over and found some music instead. Trying to relax during the drive, though he was practically in the city now. He decided he wanted to eat first, before he got down to business. He'd skipped eating at home, choosing to get on the road. So stopping at the diner and getting some food, and a coffee, sounded ideal. He spent enough time with his friends when he was younger to navigate most of the city with ease, especially when it came to getting to the diner. 

He parked his truck in the somewhat crowded little lot, turning off the ignition and hopping out. Locking the doors, he was quick to adjust the hat on his head and waltz up towards the diner. The aesthetic was still the same, and he'd never get tired of it. The nostalgia flooded back every time he walked into the building, and today was no different. He glanced about, trying to find a table to sit at. His tall figure looming over those who were already sat down as his eyes scanned for a potential booth to relax in. He could eat in his truck if he really wanted to, but... He didn't want to.

That's when his eyes locked onto something-- No, [i]someone,[/i] in particular. Maybe it was her form, her size? Just the way she sat that brought back a memory or two in his mind. She was in a pretty big booth for being alone, too. Though considering he had thought of doing the same thing, he curbed his own hypocrisy and decided to let the thought go. As he passed her by, he couldn't help but tilt his head back, glancing at her one more time, seeing her face. Now Clint was bad with a lot of things: Musical instruments, dating apps, the list could go on for awhile. But faces? He knew faces.

[i][color=3CB371]'Can't be.'[/color][/i]

He paused, his feet planting on the ground. That face. He saw something familiar in it, a determined individual in those green eyes. Someone who occasional felt like life's joke at her own expense when someone mentioned how small she was. A smile crept on his face as he turned, approaching the booth curiously as he spoke up. [color=3CB371]"Charlie?"[/color] He questioned, hopefulness in his tone. [color=3CB371]"Charlie [i]Fox?[/i]"[/color] He added the last name for emphasis that time, to signify he knew her for sure. 

To a normal person, Clint might have had some reservations with making a small scene. But Charlie was like a sibling to him at one point; She'd been the youngest of his friend group, and he always made sure nobody was picking a fight with her. Though because she was such a tough little thing, it was more so to keep other people from getting their asses handed to them. [color=3CB371]"It might be hard to recognize me, but it's Clint! [i]Clint Martyr?[/i]"[/color] He spoke casually, like they had just been school friends. But that was just a part of him that refused to reveal his feelings or involvement with the Rangers in public at all, if he could help it. Maybe he was a little too good at keeping secrets, sometimes.

The cowboy watched her with high spirits, hoping for a positive response. Hopefully he hadn't mistaken this woman for one of his friends? Clint had faith in his abilities, but a little anxious nagging feeling told him he could have been wrong.