Alright, I admit it. I may have possibly gotten the idea for this storyline from Fruits Basket manga. But I did kind of see how it could apply to Ziggy… and that seemed pretty cool to me so I thought I'd try it. I do not own Power rangers or Fruitsbasket btw.

Monday were their day off.

Well, that wasn't quite accurate. Mondays were the days when they were supposed to have the day off- provided Vengix didn't decide to attack the city and that at least 4 rangers stayed within a two mile radius of the garage in case of emergency. However Vengix had been rather quiet recently, and everyone was taking as much advantage of the lull as possible.

Which explained why there was no one there to answer the DOOR.

Dr. K glared in annoyance at the screen which was displaying the security camera outside of the garage door. Gem and Gemma were on the roof doing God-knows-what, Scott and Flynn were off visiting their fathers and the rest of the team had taken off without so much as hinting as to where they were going and when they were getting back and WHY WAS IT THAT NO ONE WOULD ANSWER THE DOOR?

Dr. K stabbed the intercom button so hard that it made her wince. "What?" she barked at the man in the screen.

He turned to stare at her. He was a well dressed man. In the looks department he was rather plain and normal but his three piece suit and sunglasses seemed to compensate for that. He took a moment before replying.

"Yes, is this the residence of the Power Rangers?" he asked politely, as though Dr. K's abrupt answer had been a sweet inquiry.

"It is, not that that's any of your concern." Dr. K finished her spreadsheet and turned her full attention to the monitor. "What do you want?"

The man smiled. "My name is Myron Mears. I'm here to speak to Zignafta Grover. Is he here?"

Zignafta? Ranger Green's name was Zignafta? She tried to recall if there were any African roots to such a name but none crossed her mind. Whoever Ziggy's parents were, they must have come up with the monstrosity themselves.

Well it hardly mattered. The only real thing that mattered was that she was here attempting to create technology to save the human race and she was apparently being interrupted by house calls.

"He's not here," she bit out. "Who are you?"

The man held up a card between his fingers. "My name is Myron Myers. I'll put my card in your mail slot here. You can tell Zignafta I was here. Ask him to give me a call would you?" And just like that, before Dr. K could utter another comment, he vanished from view.

She sat back in her chair.

'Myron Myers? The industrialist?' she wondered. It had to be. There was no other name as well known in the entire dome… except perhaps, the Cartels and some of the high class that Summer's family associated with. What did he want with Ziggy?

'Must be something to do with Fresno Bob…" Dr. K sighed. Just was they needed… as if the rangers didn't have enough problems already without trying to make up with the errors of Ranger Green.

Walking across the parking lot she picked up the small white business card and tucked it into her lab coat. The matter could be discussed later… for now she had projects to complete.

"Whatever it is he wants… I hope it has nothing to do with us." Dr. K mumbled.

Fortunately… it really didn't.

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