A/N: Here it is at last, the promised follow on to "Careful What You Wish For." Hope you enjoy it.

Legal: I do not own Power Rangers or the associated names, characters, places, events etc. Anything not covered by the above rights should be considered purely the creation of the author.

Rating: T – may be some mild adult themes and language.

It was early in the morning in Amber beach, so early that the first slivers of sunlight barely created a warm, orange glow just at the horizon as the Rangers started to get ready for the day ahead. The E-Tracer, a device that Shelby and Kendall had created had managed to perform a search of the entire globe, allowing them to narrow down their seemingly impossible search for the remaining energems. Far sooner than any of them had anticipated, it looked like they had hit pay dirt. Kendall had told them they had found a signal that could possibly be the lost Ankylozord.

Most of them weren't used to such early starts. Riley didn't really mind, between growing up on a farm and his obsessive training, he had usually been up at the crack of dawn anyway, and while he had enjoyed the opportunity to get up a little later as a result of his new job, he was usually up before the others anyway. Tyler came into the room, smiling as he saw that Riley was already packed, and had even had time to put on the coffee maker.

"Wow, I thought I was going to be first up." Tyler said cheerfully. Riley just shrugged.

"Try having a cockerel as an alarm clock for most of your formative years." Riley answered as he started to pour coffee into flasks for the journey. They were scheduled to meet at the museum to be collected by Anton's helicopter for the journey shortly, and so they knew they wouldn't have time to drink it there. Tyler dumped his backpack next to Riley's.

"Nice gear." Tyler complimented him. As a result of his long search for his father, Tyler was no stranger to surviving in the wilderness. He had been taught by his father all about wilderness travel years before that. His kit, most of it his fathers, was far beyond the average weekend camper. Blankets, military grade sleeping bag, canteen, warm clothing, compass, rope...his equipment was closer to that of a soldier than a casual hill walker, potentially he could, and had in the past, survived for weeks without seeing civilisation. He saw that Riley's gear was much the same.

"My dad used to take me and my brother camping when I was a kid. He said that it was important we know how to take care of ourselves." He told Tyler. "After he...passed, Matt would take me whenever he could."

"It's good quality gear." Tyler reiterated. He noticed a name marked on the side of the bag. "Col. William Riley?"

"My grandfather." Riley informed him. "Not all of my family loved the idea about spending all their days on the farm. I guess I take after him in a lot of ways."

"It's good gear." Tyler reiterated. "It'll serve you well."

"God, is it really necessary to be up at this time?" Chase yawned as he came in, tossing aside a backpack. It was considerably more modest than Tyler or Riley's, just a store-bought affair made largely of nylon. As it hit the couch, it didn't sound like it was carrying much weight.

"Chase, aren't you getting ready?" Riley asked him.

"I am ready." Chase answered.

"Is that really how you're going?" Tyler asked. Chase was very definitely a city boy. Although he loved his time on Anton's island, he wasn't much of an outdoorsman. "Don't you want to pack some gear?"

"I've got provisions." Chase replied. Tyler picked up his backpack, opening it and looking inside. He just sighed.

"Cheetos and cola?" He asked. "That's what you're bringing?"

"We are only going out there for one day." Chase reminded them.

"We hope." Riley chuckled. "What if the weather turns? What if we need to make shelter?"

"You don't even have decent footwear." Tyler pointed out, gesturing to his trainers. Both he and Riley had opted for hiking boots.

"We'll take shelter in the helicopter and we'll have provisions there too if we run into bad weather." Chase stated. "It's not like we're planning an arctic expedition. We'll be back in the Dino Bite by this afternoon."

"OK, if you insist." Riley replied as he hefted his backpack onto his shoulders, handing Tyler a coffee flask. "Just remind me to say 'I told you so' when this is over."

"You guys are all taking this WAY too seriously." Chase chuckled as he heard a knock at the door. "Trust me, we'll go out there, we'll dig, we might just make some s'mores and then we'll be right back here watching television..."

As he opened the door, he found Kendall waiting for them. She too looked ready for a major expedition. Her backpack was almost the size of Riley's, and she was wearing heavy hiking boots, and what looked to be some very heavy sunscreen on her nose and cheeks. She looked to Chase.

"Aren't you ready yet?" She asked.

"Chase believes in packing light." Tyler responded, gathering his gear. She just sighed and shook her head.

"Where we're going is uncharted you know. We have no idea what we'll be facing." She reminded him. Chase just shrugged.

"It's just another dig, I've been on plenty." He answered. Kendall wanted to remind him that he had only been on digs within a couple of miles of the museum, certainly never anything that had the potential to last more than a day without him getting the opportunity to return home. She had been on a lot more digs than any of them, and knew the importance of preparing for any eventuality. She knew that between them, between herself, Tyler, Riley, most likely Shelby given her enthusiasm for her first official dig and the fact they had Koda coming with them...a man whose survival skills came from a time long before even the modern conveniences they were carrying, Chase was in no danger. They didn't have time to convince him, and besides, if he ran into a little discomfort and learned a lesson, that could only be a good thing.

"Whatever, Anton should be waiting on us by now." She answered. "Come on, guys, Anton will be waiting."

Meanwhile, at the museum, Shelby was waiting inside, enjoying some cocoa she had made for herself and Koda while they waited for the others. She was brimming with excitement, so much so she could hardly contain herself and had arrived before the sun came up. Although she had been on one dig already, an unsuccessful attempt to find an Energem before they created the E-Tracer, this was entirely different. This was the moment she had dreamed of from the very instant she had first heard of dinosaurs as a little girl. This would be her first official dig.

She couldn't stop smiling, checking on the E-Tracer, which they would be taking with them. Although it had narrowed down the search to a small area of ocean, making them suspect something was concealing an island, they still didn't know exactly WHERE it was, and were hoping that closer proximity would allow them to find it. Koda came into the room, carrying his version of a survival kit, namely a couple of spears, some flint, and a large knife, wrapped in furs. He sat with Shelby taking the cocoa and started to sip it. He recoiled a little.

"It's hot." Shelby warned him. Koda looked to it, and took another slow sip. His initial reservation, his initial discomfort, it appeared he liked the sweet taste.

"Good." He said, indicating his approval. Shelby smiled sweetly.

"I like it." She told him. "I always have some when I'm excited about something."

"Shelby wanted to go on dig for long time." Koda recalled. "Very important day for Shelby."

"I've been waiting on this day for most of my life." Shelby answered, looking off into the distance dreamily. "I always dreamed of going off to far off places, searching for fossils...making some great discovery that I could write about with some colleagues."

"Leave behind story." Koda answered. "Like Koda with pictures in cave."

Shelby just nodded. In a lot of ways it was like that. She knew that Koda didn't really make those pictures for anyone else, they were the only ones that saw them, but she understood that in his day, that was how his people would leave behind the stories of their achievements, their exploits for future generations. It was the same way that Shelby had read the work of others that had come before her, including luminaries like Anton, Kendall, and even...Neil Nevarro, Tyler's father, works that inspired her to follow in their footsteps.

"Yeah, exactly like that." She answered. Just then, the doors opened and Kendall, Tyler, Chase and Riley all walked in. Kendall smiled, seeing Shelby had already prepared the E-Tracer for transport.

"Someone's keen." Kendall said, sounding impressed.

"It's fully charged and ready to go." Shelby assured her. "I just wanted us to be ready when Anton arrives."

They heard a sound outside, one which clearly made Koda a little wary. Shelby just put a hand on his arm reassuringly.

"Don't worry Koda." Chase told him. "That's just our ride."

"Our ride?" He asked, not sure what to make of that. The team led him outside to the parking lot. They all looked up in time to see a white helicopter, bearing the logo of Mercer Industries coming down. Koda's eyes went wide in fear and amazement as the downdraft kicked up the dust and dirt from the parking lot. It took a while for the engines to slow down enough that the inhabitants could safely exit. Anton approached them, followed by a couple of others.

"You always know how to make an entrance." Chase complimented him.

"Well, thank you Chase." Anton responded, looking to Kendall. "My team and I can keep things ticking over at the museum until you get back. My pilot, Lewis is one of the best; he'll get you to where you need to go."

"I really appreciate the assist Anton." Kendall told him. "Well, I guess we should get going."

"Happy hunting." Anton answered as he led his team inside. Koda just pointed nervously to the helicopter.

"We...we go in that?" He asked. Kendall just sighed. She knew that Koda was a nervous flyer from the one and only time he had ever been on a plane. To ask him to fly again she knew was going to be a tall order, to get him to fly in a vehicle he had never seen before was going to be even tougher. That said, she knew it was a matter of practicality. They could have taken a ship, but that would take a lot longer, and it was time they could ill afford. Every moment they were out of Amber Beach would put the city at risk.

"Koda, it'll be fine." Kendall said in a comforting tone that she reserved for him whenever the modern realm intimidated him. "You trust me right? I told you the aeroplane would be alright, and that wasn't so bad was it?"

"Koda not feel well." He muttered, recalling the journey, and spending a considerable amount of it in the bathroom.

"Koda, believe me, it'll be fine." Kendall pleaded with him. "I promise you, everything will be fine, you'll hardly notice...Koda...Koda?"

She had to step aside as Koda slumped forward, being caught by Chase and Tyler. Kendall just looked to him, looking concerned.

"Koda, are you alright?" She asked. Shelby just coughed.

"Um...I foresaw this happening, and...took the liberty of helping Koda relax." Shelby admitted, showing her a bottle of sleeping tablets. "I put a couple in his cocoa."

"It's probably for the best." Tyler said tentatively, seeing that Kendall wasn't a huge fan of this plan. "I mean...what's better, a Koda that'll be freaking out the whole way or a Koda who's enjoying a couple of hours' nap?"

"Fine, just load him onto the chopper." She muttered, realising it was too late to do much about it now. It wasn't really the kind of thing she wanted to get into the habit of letting her team do, but it was over-the-counter strength sleeping pills, and Koda was pretty hardy. She was confident he was in no danger. As they all got in, strapping Koda in, before doing the same themselves, the pilot, Lewis turned around in his seat.

"Alright folks, where are we going?" He asked. Kendall turned on the E-Tracer to get a heading.

"We're going to have to do a bit of searching when we get there, for now just..." She looked for the heading. "Head North East North."

"You're the boss." He answered, turning up the engines and taking off, heading on their way.

Elsewhere, on an island some way off the coast, Wrench and Sting Rage oversaw a whole team of Viviks as they surrounded a large hole in the ground. Another team was inside, digging as they searched for their objective. Poisandra was sitting on a deck chair a little way off as Curio fanned her with a large paddle to keep her cool in the tropical heat.

"How long is this going to take?" She whined.

"These things can't be rushed." He assured her. Just then, his scanner bleeped. He smiled as he checked it.

"It's working, they just activated their tracker." He declared happily. He punched a few keys on the key pad.

"So they activated their scanner, so what?" She asked. "What are we going to do? Lead them in circles?"

"Not quite." Wrench assured her with a knowing smile. "I'm planning on leading them right here."