"I should." He replied almost coldly. The look in his eyes was not a healthy one. L.A. wasn't good for him, he was stretched beyond his normal means, but at least now his chest had healed. He wasn't walking around with a bandage rubbing against his skin anymore. But he was loosing some of that passion that made him red ranger. Some of the fire-ball intensity that made him stand out in Cruger's eyes. Some of the reason he was squad leader.
It didn't help he was exhausted. Nightly patrols ontop of reoccurring threats and a hotel that needed protection, a slayer that needed almost round the clock guarding the way she was going, and a missing girlfriend. Life was not good for him here, he missed the command center, he missed his team. Even Sky. His eyes narrowed as he tried to shake off the anger he felt boiling beneath the surface at the mere sound of her voice.
"Marquez. " He glowered. "But you were a ranger once. You will not hurt these people. I don't think you can. But heres the big question. Why am I giving you a chance. " He was starting to sound more like Cruger himself rather than "lowly" B-Squad who stood in the way of a Troobian take over. He stood and paced.