Okay, that had been a classic case of bad timing. He really was drawn to the "sappy junk" today, and he didn't know why it kept happening. Some Valentine's Day poltergeist, maybe. He didn't even have to turn around to know that Hunter would be smirking.

"You sure these things didn't come with cameras?"

Cam dared a glance over his shoulder at Hunter, who was glaring at his morpher suspiciously. The Crimson Ranger had apparently returned to his earlier theme of Big Brother complaints. It was better than the mocking, he supposed.

"You know perfectly well where the cameras are," Cam told him. "You've watched alien attacks on them enough times."

"The track," Hunter said with certainty.

Cam rolled his eyes. "Storm Chargers, the track, the whole town is pretty much covered. The academies, Ninja Ops--"

"You have cameras in here?" Hunter interrupted, looking around with a sudden and totally unreasonable paranoia. What did he think, someone could just walk into Ninja Ops at any time of the day or night and not be monitored?

"You're worried?" Cam asked. "The records don't go anywhere other than straight to storage."

"Unless someone decides to..." Hunter gestured vaguely at the computer screen. "Update their system, or whatever Hayley's got you doing. She's getting a lecture on personal time the next time I see her."

Cam sighed, exasperated. "Do you think you could not harass every woman in my life?" he wanted to know.

Hunter was suddenly very interested in the screen. "Hey, is that Blake?"