So it's been awhile for this story but I have a need to finish all my outstanding projects so DtL (I had DtD, it would probably help if I could remember the title, wouldn't it?) is first on my list. My problem? I'm not sure where I want this story to go. It's very unsettling.

Secrets Revealed

Cam's fingers were flying across the keys when a muffled sound caught his attention. He turned with a sarcastic comment on his tongue, thinking that the Winds had come to harass him but it wasn't – it was the Thunder Rangers.

"Where's your father?" the Crimson Ranger growled menacingly.

Yeah, right. He laughed. "And what makes you think I'm going to tell you?" He got to his feet and started circling towards his father's cage.

He kept his eyes locked on the intruders and realized who he was dealing with. He found it ironic that Blake was outside the portal this morning and now Ops was invaded. Which meant that the crimson one must be Blake's brother. Was his name Hunter? He made a mental note to pay closer attention to some of the Winds conversations.

Blake shrugged. "A little pain makes anyone talk."

Cam's brow arched. Someone needed some serious therapy.

The brothers scanned the room, seemingly oblivious to Cam's circling around the edges of the room. They noticed the cage right before Cam got to it and they started toward him. He fell into a defensive position.

"Please," Blake scoffed. "Two morphed rangers against you? No contest." He charged and Cam braced himself, hoping that all those martial arts classes in college would help him get out of this mess.

He got a fist in his stomach for his trouble and the breath left him, and he stayed upright through sheer will. Who needed to breathe? He spun around, forgetting Hunter behind him, and he kicked Blake in the back of the knee.

And then he was on the floor, caught in a chokehold with a strong body straddling his hips. His body stiffened as an electrical current traveled from the arm wrapped around his throat and down through his entire body. He moaned softly, embarrassed by the weakness.

Hunter must have heard because the pressure at his throat eased and he took a desperate breath, willing the nausea away.

"Are you okay?"

Huh. If he'd been asked before that very instant, he wouldn't have thought that the Thunder Rangers could show compassion. Usually unheard off when it concerned an enemy.

"Hey!" Blake snapped. "Come on, I have the rodent."

Hunter rose off of him and he followed by pushing himself up on his hands and knees. He wasn't doing his father any good by lying on the floor like a slug but he'd never had a feeling like that before. Part of Cam wondered if Hunter was aware of the lightening he exuded while morphed.

He stood and spoke carelessly, still rocked by the aftereffects of the jolt he'd received. "He's a guinea pig, Blake."

Well, hell. The brother's had been turning to leave before that inadvertent slip but maybe it could work to his advantage. He didn't know a helmeted figure could look questioning until Hunter showed him it was possible.

"What?"

Cam shrugged, annoyed by the whole fiasco. "It's obvious. Two new guys in town with the propensity of wearing navy and crimson. Surprise."

"How come you know and the Winds don't?"

He smirked but before he could elaborate on the obliviousness of the trio, Blake glanced over his shoulder at Hunter. "Speaking of the Winds, they're coming."

And that's how he found himself grabbed and dragged into a room off the Ninja Ops main chamber until the Thunders revealed themselves to the baffled Winds.

But this time, the current coming from Hunter was soft and steady. It didn't jolt him but caressed his body and made Cam uncomfortable. He wasn't supposed to be getting turned on by the enemy.

That night after his father was safely home, the Thunders had learned the truth about their parents, and the Wind's incompetence had succeeded once again, the only thing he could think of was why he was sure that Hunter Bradley was his future when he didn't even know the man?