Power Rangers Dino Charge: The Yellow Energem

Chapter Thirty Three: The Ghostest with the Mostest: Part II

Back at the Warehouse
Alexa's POV
'Oh man, this is gonna really hurt.' I thought to myself as the idea furthered in my mind. I really wanted it to be my last resort but I couldn't think of any other way that I would be able to free myself a bit more, well at least get the ropes off of my ankles. That way I could free my friend's legs and we could start heading towards the base. I tugged the rope around my ankles with a small but harsh kick. The rope around my ankles loose just enough that I could stand up. My friend looked over at me, probably wondering what I was doing. We seriously needed to get back to base as soon as possible so the others knew that there were fake rangers trying to steal our energems. Seeing that there was a big pile of sheets and flattened cardboard boxes, not far from where we were tied up. I wobbled over to it, very awkwardly, and found a small crate I need to use as a boost. I nudged it into place and I carefully stood up on top of the crate. Man... This stuff looks so cool in the movies now I'm actually going to do it and probably hurt myself in 30 different ways. I took a deep breath and did a fast front flip off of the crate and onto the pile of sheets and boxes, making myself land on my back. The wooden chair shattered under my weight and force of me hitting the pile of sheets and boxes. I let out a groan of pain that came out muffled because of my ghost costume, that is starting to become really annoying. I sighed and forced myself back up to my feet, having a slight moment of dizziness as I got somewhat steady on my feet. The ropes now were loose enough around my ankles so I could shake them off. I made my way back towards my friend and plopped myself down at their legs. I used my hands, which remained tied behind my back, to mess with the ropes to loosen them. Once, they were loose enough, my friend tugged their legs out from the ropes and stood from their chair and nudges me with their leg. I groaned and leaned my body on their's to force myself up onto my feet. We ran out of the warehouse and realized that we were near the docks and that's a good 10 minute run, but it may take longer because of our costumes. We ran through the streets of Amber Beach, taking a few shortcuts through the woods so we could get to the museum as fast as we could.

At Base
Kendall's POV
I called Shelby to take her spot because it was her turn to take the test. She nervously sat down. I was nervous too, but I have a gut feeling that I might have missed something. I knew I needed to find two fakes, but I have to make sure that Shelby and Ivan were both real or fake. Then, I knew I would have to reveal that there were 2 fakes and we needed a way to figure out who the second fake was. I walked around Shelby and she tapped her fist lightly against the surface of the table. "Nervous?" I asked, leaning down.

"Can we just get this over with, please?" She asked. I straightened up and sent a slight apologetic look at Alexa, knowing that this might reveal her crush on Tyler.

"Why did Alexa suddenly decide to be the Princess of Zandar?" I asked and saw that Alexa didn't shift at all, when I was hinting at her crush. Weird. Shelby's mouth fell open a bit.

"Because she loves princesses." Shelby stuttered the answer and the others glanced at each other, knowing that was not the reason why.

"That not how I remember it." Koda spoke up, standing up. "Shelby and Lexa do not like princess." Koda answered, clearing the air. The boys nodded along with his statement and Tyler looked at Alexa, expecting the real answer. Alexa continue to look down at her shoes, avoiding eye contact with everyone. Again weird, she looks like she's zoning out. My eyebrows furrowed together and I turned back to Shelby.

"Fine. She wanted to get the Ptera charger back from Fury." Shelby half answered the question, not giving me the full answer I was looking for.

"Computer, is Shelby real or fake?" I asked, cutting the questioning off getting slightly impatient.