Vexacus

Vexacus looked down to check his communicator. This park was where it picked up a morpher for one of his targets, a Power Ranger. His eyes scanned the area from behind the visor of his mask from his hiding spot in the tree line. There were a few people in the park, the Ranger could be anyone of these people. Deciding to attempt to flush them out, he tapped his communictor and shifted from his armor. He ran a hand through his shaggy blonde hair and stepped from the treeline.