When The Blizzard Hits: A Power Rangers Ninja Storm Story

Brothers In Arms

A/N: This is her outfit above! I can't wait to write this chapter! Enjoy!

Kelly and Sofia stood at the top of the track and Kelly held a stopwatch. They watched as Hunter and Blake raced around the track, but unfortunately... Hunter's bike sparked and he was forced to pull off the track.

"No," Kelly groaned in frustration.

"Hunter," Sofia screamed, fearing that the bike would catch fire.

Blake raced past him and crossed the finish line first... again. He whipped off his helmet and found his brother examining his faulty bike. He laughed at Hunter's poor luck. Hunter turned and fixed his brother with a healthy glare and a shake of his head.

"Sounded like the top end," Kelly said as she and Sofia approached the frustrated Hunter and amused Blake.

"I let go on the last straight," Hunter sighed in frustration. Sofia put a hand on his armored shoulder in hopes that it would calm him, just a little.

"Think you can rebuild it before the next moto?" Kelly wondered.

"No way. I've never done one in less than five hours," Hunter replied.

"Hunter, calm down. You're making me nervous," Sofia requested softly.

"I'm telling you guys, if you want to go pro, you need someone to wrench on your bikes," Kelly lectured. The brothers each let out sighs of frustration.

"Okay, but there isn't a mechanic in the world that can fix this thing in enough time," Blake conceded, holding up a part of Hunter's bike.

"I'll give it a try," a skimpy looking mechanic commented.

"You think you can do it in less than two hours?" Hunter asked, looking him up and down.

"Hunter, don't judge somebody by their appearance. You may be surprised," Sofia reminded him.

"Sure," the mechanic accepted.

"That's impossible, man," Blake protested. The mechanic ignored him and went straight to work. "If you think you can do it, go for it," Blake said.

"No problem," the mechanic mumbled. He began throwing different pieces, examining the bike, and muttering to himself about what fits and what doesn't.

"Hey," Hunter angrily growled because he thought the man was going to mess up his bike. Sofia slapped him on the chest.

"Hunter, let the man work. He's doing you a favor," Sofia pleaded.

"Fine," Hunter grumbled, clearly in a foul mood.

Time skip:

"The riders are warming up for the next race," the announcer announced.

"Oh, man, you're gonna miss it," Blake groaned.

The mechanic wheeled the bike to Hunter just in time for the moto. "All set," he called over the roar of the engines.

"Hey," Hunter greeted.

"Oh, and I adjusted the float on your pilot jet. You were running a bit rich," the man informed. Hunter fired up the engine and watched as Blake put his helmet on.

"Sounds like you'll make moto number 2," Blake teased.

"Riders to the starting lines," the announcer ordered. 

"Hey, thanks, dude," Hunter thanked the man. He looked beside him, but the man had quietly disappeared.

"He's gone," Blake commented.