It's Morphin Time!

( Summer gave up horses when she was twelve years old. )

(I may be the only person in the world who likes Colonel Truman, despite his craptastic relationship with Scott. So let me be guilty of humanizing him a bit.)

( When Scott Truman was six years old, he followed his older brother off a cliff. )

Summary: Dillon's shield protects him for five seconds. Unfortunately, the enemy knows that.
Warnings: Severe character injury.

( Dillon had absolute faith in the invincibility shield. )

( Coming to Corinth )

( Justice )

As the end of the world went, it could have been worse. Had been worse for those still in the system, he supposed. Him and Dom pulled up stakes when the big networks went dark, and headed for the reported safety of Corinth City.

The van nearly hadn't made it; they'd lost the satellite dish to a Venjix attack force. Everyone had been too busy to bother that they were blanks, at least, and they'd settled into the fringes of the city. Nicer place than the Fringes back home.

Shame he couldn't get Big Time back on the air, though.

Summer went to her knees by Dillon's side. "He's going into shock. We have to get him to the hospital."

"And what doctor would you take him to, lookin' like that?" Flynn asked, nodding to where the black bioarmor had been torn away, at the bits of metal and circuitry visible amidst blood and torn flesh. "Under the circumstances, I can't think of too many I'd trust not to have a little accident as soon as they found out he's as much machine as man."

"Flynn's right," Scott said. "The only one we can trust with him is Dr. K."