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[color=3CB371]Location:[/color]Angel Grove Community Center
[color=3CB371]Interacting w/:[/color] Jordan, Charlie, Basilisk, Vallory[/center]

Having cut through with Jordan to reach Charlie, he was glad to be able to witness the last few moments of their little Ranger sis kicking some ass. He paused for a brief moment, placing a hand on Jordan's shoulder to keep her from rushing into the slash attack like a madwoman and pointing to the finishing blow the Purple Ranger was making on her opposition. [color=3CB371]"Damn, she didn't need us at all. Maybe she has us both beat."[/color] He commented, ready to celebrate a victory as his hand slid off Jordan's shoulder, fist bumping Charlie as she [color=3CB371]"You know it. You've gotten better, too."[/color] He complimented, only to be interrupted by a menacing laugh. The Green Ranger eyed the area, looking for the threat, only to notice it was above. Instinctively, he brought himself in front of Charlie, in case it decided to jump down.

[color=3CB371]"Hostages.. Yellow-bellied bastard."[/color] Clint muttered, knowing he needed to get up there. But as the conversation went on, he was learning a little too much. The way this creature spoke of their friends deaths as a joke... His fists clenched, ready to fight at a moment's notice. But with him all the way up there, and the hostages, it made things tricky. Was everything they fought for really for nothing? He almost faltered, but shook himself out of it. They fought for peace, and for ten years... They had it. And if Clint had anything to say about it, their sacrifices wouldn't suddenly be in vain now. [color=3CB371]"Don't need more of us! I'll come up there and add some black to that blue!"[/color] He threatened, but with their current position... It came out as kind of empty. 

His eyes peered over, hearing someone call to one of the hostages. His eyes widened, Clint wondering how the hell he didn't notice this [i]huge[/i] woman prior. Actually, wait... Recollection struck him, and he did catch a glance of her earlier. She'd been outside earlier. Sticking around wasn't a great idea, but with friends around he could understand. This only motivated him to want to stage a rescue attempt more, however by the time that fully processed... They were gone. Shit.

Turning to Charlie as she exclaimed a swear of her own, he was confused by the idea of her having a Command Center. [color=3CB371]"First the morphers, now a base? You've been preparing for this, haven't you?"[/color] He questioned, having expected Charlie to move on for the most part. Of all of them, he hoped she would the most. She was younger, smart. Maybe because of that intelligence she kept wary... He was only finding more reasons to show her respect. Realizing the fight was over, Clint huffed out a sigh of relief as his suit disappeared in the same light that had engulfed him, the cowboy now standing there thinking of how they'd deal with the hostage situation.

Or at least he would've, if he wasn't startled by the tall girl coming over and questioning if they'd save the hostages. He would've spoken up, but the pink Power Crystal flew past his face close enough that he felt the breeze, eyes locking onto the sight of it choosing a new user for it's power. [color=3CB371]"Huh..."[/color] He was speechless, unsure if he should influence her decision, so he watched. As she accepted the crystal, a smirk crossed his face as he approached the emotional girl, glad he'd removed the suit as this probably made it less awkward for her. His expression was soft, up until she bit the Power Crystal. 

[color=3CB371]"Heheheh..."[/color] He snickered, finding enjoyment in the sight, surprisingly enough. [color=3CB371]"I saw a lot of reactions when we first got these, but nobody [i]bit[/i] one!"[/color] A hint of nostalgia washed over him, finding a bright light in this dark situation. He never thought he'd have to raise his arm to plant a hand on someone's shoulder, but this girl was definitely an exception to the rule. [color=3CB371]"Ya don't got to chip a tooth on it, though."[/color] He explained, lifting his other arm to show her the Morpher on his wrist. [color=3CB371]"Just gotta get you set up with one of these! Though, that's Charlie's department."[/color] He added, glancing back at the hugely contrasting short girl to confirm her identity, before lowering the arm with his Morpher and focusing back on who the Power Crystal chose to be a new Pink Ranger. 

[color=3CB371]"Name's Clint. Better get yours, too: Because it looks like you'll be helping answer your own question."[/color] Regardless, Clint would do all he could to save those hostages. But if she was going to be joining them, then this would be a perfect drive for her. She could help, too. Though they'd need to make sure she was ready. Along with the other two, Black and Red...

It wasn't the same team, but a team was getting together. He planned to make sure it bloomed into a successful one.