Burn Up Turbo

"What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from." ~ T.S Eliot


Typing away on her computer, Maki was alone as usual in her office. She'd asked her staff to leave her alone to do her reports. As she finished another page, her fingers suffering the cramps of hours of work, she decided to take a break.

Maki stood up, and cracked her knuckles. "Oh my, I must be feeling my age." With a small laugh to herself, Maki made herself a cup of coffee. As she sipped her warm drink, she went through some papers in her draw. Flipping through, a small paper slipped out, and glided to the ground.

With a sigh, she bent down, and picked it up. It was a photo, at least sixteen years old. "Warrior...has it been this long?" The photo brought back many memories. It was the last one taken with Nanvel Candlestick, Yuji Naruo, Rio Kinezono, Lilica Ebert, Maya Jingu and herself, before the team disbanded. She thought of them from time to time, sometimes she felt frustration, and other times great joy, but always the nostalgia was welcoming.

Maki was about to slide the photo back into her draw when there was a great explosion in the city. She gasped, and ran to her window. A mushroom cloud rose from the centre of the city. "What's going on?"

"Chief Kawazaki!" Maki's secretary, Minami Ichihara ran into the office.

Maki faced her, still shocked by the display outside. "What is it, Minami?"

"They're all going crazy in the city!" She cried. "Some crazy guy just blew up Sakura Park and says he won't end there!"

"What?!" Maki narrowed her eyes, drinking the rest of her coffee. "What else did he say?"

"He didn't say anymore, he vanished. Police are already on the scene, and have secured the area. Have you any orders?"

"Yes," she replied, "All officers are to remain calm, but on high alert until we get any more communication. Understood?"

"Yes, Chief," she replied, racing from the office.

Maki rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "This attack is just like the one last week at the Kashida Shopping District. Has to be the same man..." Her eyes wandered to the draw. She opened it, and picked out the photo. With eyes fixed on her old team, her instincts told her WARRIOR was required for this case. "Since old WARRIOR are tied up these days, perhaps it's time to see a new WARRIOR make an entrance. It's Showtime."