Van Rook knew for a fact that Argost, while still making a name for himself, was a dangerous man. He paid well but was not to be crossed. Yet the Saturdays had to go and make him angry by not only stealing his fancy stone, but splitting it into pieces and hiding them away as well. It had only been a matter of time for Argost to get revenge. Van Rook shook his head at the destruction. He had tried to warn Drew at the last minute, but it seemed he had been too late. The complex on the cliff had been destroyed. Smoke billowed into the air and if some places hadn't collapsed, they had fallen into the ocean. He landed. Even though he hadn't been able to do anything, he might as well look around. For all he knew, there could be survivors. Being able to survive Weird World out of the forty who entered it months ago was testament to that. And so Van Rook began trudging through the collapsed complex, not only looking for possible survivors but also anything he could take to sell. He was still a mercenary and needed to get his money from somewhere, right?

As he explored, he came across many things. Unfinished rooms, a communications center, an incomplete garden. Van Rook stopped to examine the flowers, only to lean back when one tried to shoot projectiles at him. He knew this had to have been Drew's, for he knew no one else that liked cryptid plants as much as she. And she had been hoping for so much too. Van Rook stamped down on the feelings bubbling in his chest. Once, he had cared so much for Drew. But after she left him for Solomon, he had crushed those feelings. Seeing all this only made it harder for him to control said emotions. So much hope and dreams had been in this place before Argost decided to destroy it. Van Rook even felt a little sorry for Solomon. But it was Drew's assured death that had hurt him the most. She had chosen the wrong side, and he'd waited too late to convince her otherwise. Now all that was left of her efforts to have a happy life was this pathetic husk. Van Rook continued searching. Despite the hopeful thought that there could be survivors, he doubted it. Argost was a thorough man.

Van Rook then came across the Weapons Vault and his gut churned. Drew's beloved fire sword was still in its sheath, hanging on the wall. Beside it was a glove, likely Solomon's own weapon. They hadn't had any time to even grab their weapons. This had truly been a sneak attack of the most terrible sort. Van Rook grabbed the fire sword and the glove. While he could sell them, especially the glove, he wouldn't. These were things the Saturdays had created to protect themselves, only to go to waste. Argost had made sure they never had a chance. But Van Rook knew the potential of the fire sword. He had seen and felt firsthand what it could do. Drew had even begun to teach him how to wield it before they had broken up. It had been a gift from the monks who'd raised her, she had said, something to help protect her as she ventured off to college and entered a new world. It wasn't able to protect her this time.

Suddenly, a sound cut through the quiet groaning of the complex. Van Rook jerked his head up, pointing his blaster in the direction of it as he froze. But then it came again, and he quickly realized that it wasn't a dangerous sound. It was the sound of a baby crying. He'd been in enough markets to be able to recognize that sound. While he hadn't been in touch with Drew for years, he still kept tabs on her and knew she had been going to give birth to her first child soon. Had the child somehow managed the survive the destruction of the house? Van Rook raced towards the sound. Eventually he came across a small room, not far from the main bedroom, that was blocked off by debris. There was a hole in the wall large enough for him to crawl through and on the other side, a beam was leaning heavily against the crib that held the tiny infant. Said crib was cracked and bowed under the beam, almost ready to break from the weight. Just above, the ceiling had given away to the sky. The baby was still crying. Careful but quickly, he put his shoulder against the beam and lifted it away. Dust fell from the ceiling, but the room was still stable. Once the beam was out of the way, Van Rook looked into the crib.

The infant was small, smaller than any Van Rook had seen before, and didn't look to be too old. It had to be less than a month in age, but there was already black fuzz on top of its head with a tiny, almost unnoticeable lighter patch at the forefront. It was crying so hard that its dark skin had turned even darker and redder. Van Rook picked it up and cradled it in his arms, where it immediately calmed. It even reached up to touch his mask and Van Rook tried not to smile. He knew that Argost had destroyed the complex only two days ago, so the child had been two days without food, water, or companionship. He also knew that he was in no way qualified to be a caretaker. But this was Drew's son, and he felt like he owed it to her to make sure the child survived. She would've wanted the baby to live on if she did not. So, keeping the infant close to his chest, Van Rook activated his jetpack and flew through the roof.


11 Years Later:

All his life, Zak had it imposed upon him that he was a Saturday. He had never met said Saturdays or knew who they could be, but Van Rook always insisted that he know he was a Saturday. Zak had not argued, even though he was quite sure he was more of a Van Rook than a Saturday. Even a Grey would be more accurate because Zak didn't know what it meant to be a Saturday. If you were a Van Rook, you were a strict cheapskate with a hidden, softer side. As a Grey, you were meticulous and knowledgeable but you still cared. Even as a Blackwell, you were tough because you had to be tough but kind when you needed to be kind. These traits represented the people he had come to know as 'family.' But he had no idea how to be a Saturday because there was nothing to represent one. So Zak always thought of himself as Zak Van Rook, Zak Grey, or even Zak Blackwell. But he wasn't Zak Saturday.

Zak watched from the bench on the side as Doyle tinkered with the Flying Fox. The hangar was only large enough to house the plane, along with their subversive vehicle, the Yellow Barrel. Who thought of the stupid name while giving the plane the name Flying Fox was beyond him. Zak knew that they could expand the hangar if they wanted to, but they didn't. Van Rook didn't like spending money if he didn't have to. As it was, the hangar was by far the biggest room in the house. It helped that it rested under the house, of course. While the hangar was built into the side of a cliff, their much smaller house was right on top, if a little more distant from the edge. It was a two-story thing, with four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a kitchen, a dining room, and a few extra areas. It existed just beyond the Armenian town of Sevan. Van Rook sometimes said the location reminded him of another place, but he never elaborated. As it was, it was a quaint little town (despite the fact it also had one of the most popular resorts in the country) that didn't ask too much of their neighbors of ten years, and so Zak and his family were mostly left alone. Abbey had thought it would be a great place to have Zak go to school, but Van Rook had ruled against it. They were almost always travelling around for one reason or another, and having Zak in school would do nothing to help that situation. And so the three adults tried to inform the child the best they could, not only on what they knew but in homeschooling, too. That was usually Abbey's job. Doyle would pitch in too at times, but he wasn't much of a help. Unlike Van Rook or Abbey, he'd never gotten a proper education despite how smart he was. He could tell you everything there was to know about nano-receptors and juicing up a nuclear-power microwave, but the works of Shakespeare were completely foreign to him. But sometimes he'd sit in on the lessons to learn a thing or two, so maybe he could still get an education after all.

Doyle Blackwell, Abbey Grey, and Leonidas Van Rook. Those were the three adults that had taken care of Zak and were his only family. Van Rook had been there from the start while Abbey had originally been his babysitter before moving in permanently. Doyle, however, was the newest addition. Many years ago, Van Rook's last apprentice had left and so the man had been without one for several years until they came across Doyle. Van Rook nor Doyle ever said much about how they met or why Doyle became his apprentice, but Zak had accepted the redhead into the fold without another thought. After all, the more the merrier, right? Abbey, however, had been skeptical for at least two months before she had started allowing herself to get close to Doyle. That had been three years ago and now Doyle was as much part of the family as anyone else. In fact, he had become so entwined with them that Van Rook had finally allowed him to upgrade the plane, which Doyle had been begging for since he'd first become Van Rook's apprentice. Van Rook was not a man that let others take care of his things, but he had put a lot of trust in Doyle to let him do this.

"Hey, Miniman." Doyle spoke up from his place under the engines, "Mind handing me a set of pliers?"

"Here." Zak grabbed them from the toolbox and handed them to the redhead. Zak was the unofficial 'tool-giver' as he watched Doyle work. Van Rook was likely looking for their next moneymaker and Abbey was probably creating Zak's next learning plan. It was either that or she was researching or looking at news. Abbey didn't have a set thing she did, unlike Doyle and Van Rook. That always made her the most interesting person to talk to, even moreso than Doyle. His stories were great, but he told them so much Zak was sure he had heard each one at least five times.

"How much longer?" Zak asked.

"I'm almost done. Hold your horses." Doyle said. He had been working on the plane for at least two hours. Zak rolled his eyes. He looked over when he heard the elevator activate and out came Van Rook. Unlike Abbey and Doyle, he tended to wear his mask all the time. Zak had seen him without it but Van Rook still didn't like to show his face.

"Are you done yet?" asked Van Rook.

"As I told Zak, almost. Aaaaand…Done!" Doyle moved away from his spot under the engines. He grabbed the screwdriver from Zak to reattach the panel as he said, "I switched the ship's main power to solar, but if something happens, we always have our backup gas engine." He quickly returned, sitting up and using a cloth Zak passed him to rub away the grease on his hands, "Also reduced power consumption by 32%. Seriously, why did you never let me tinker with the ship before?"

"Because I was sure you would break something." Van Rook said, "But I like what you have done with it. Perhaps you could be the ship's mechanic from now on?"

"Nice." Doyle grinned. Zak gave him a high-five.

"Boys!" It was Abbey. She hadn't been far behind Van Rook. She ran over to them, an Info-Pad in her hands. She looked concerned and a concerned Abbey was never good. "We've got trouble." She showed them the Info-Pad she'd been holding, "It's Argost." Zak looked at the image on the pad. It was a video feed from a smoking building and he quickly realized it was Dr. Grey's Lab. While the family had never really been close with the other Secret Scientists, Miranda was the exception, both being Abbey's sister and a friend of Van Rook's. She had been the closest thing to an aunt that Zak could imagine.

"Is Ranna okay?" Zak asked. When he was younger, he hadn't been able to pronounce 'Miranda,' and called her Ranna. It had stuck.

"She's fine." Abbey assured, "She managed to contact me."

"When was this?" asked Van Rook.

"Miranda said it was a few hours ago. She thinks the other Secret Scientists might be in danger and wants us to check on them."

"If it's Argost, why are we concerned?" asked Doyle, "We work for both of them, don't we?" He had a point. Zak still wanted to know why this had happened. He had never met Argost himself but Van Rook had told him a lot about the man. Zak had also started watching Weird World to get to know him, not to mention the good content it provided. Argost was famous, charismatic, and strange. But why would he attack the Secret Scientists? Van Rook took control of the situation.

"Abbey, get the ship ready. We're heading to Cheveyo's. Doyle, Zak, find your seats. I need to get something before we leave." Zak found himself being picked up by the redhead as he and Abbey entered the Flying Fox. There was urgentness in his voice that Zak had heard only a few times before. It was never a good sign.

"What's going on?" he asked, "What's Argost doing?"

"I dunno, Miniman, but it's definitely got Skullhead all anxious." They joined Abbey at the front of the ship and took their seats. Doyle and Zak always sat behind Abbey and Van Rook when on adventures. At the moment, she was starting the ship's engines and plotting a course for Arizona.

"Abbey? Do you know?" asked Zak. She paused to glance back at them.

"I have a suspicion, but it's not my place to tell." She didn't elaborate more. Soon Van Rook joined them and the plane shot out of the hangar. Usually Zak liked to watch them fly, but not this time. Argost's actions were bothering him. What did a man who had everything have to gain from attacking people like the Secret Scientists? How did he know they existed, for that matter? Zak had too many questions and not enough answers. He hoped he'd get some after this crisis was over.


"Woah." Zak managed to gasp, "That place looks trashed."

"That's what used to be the Mesa Observatory, where Dr. Cheveyo works." Abbey said as Van Rook guided the plane down, "Everyone, put on your masks." Zak reached under his seat and grabbed the metal mask that he called his own. It was a light orange with blue lenses, having been adjusted over the years to fit his growing skull. They were always careful to wear their masks in public, just in case. After the plane had landed, they also grabbed their jetpacks and weapons before leaving the ship. Zak's jetpack and weapon (which he had affectionately nicknamed 'The Claw') had been gifts from Doyle and Abbey, respectively. Doyle had designed a smaller jetpack similar to the regular ones so that it would fit Zak better as a try to earn trust in the beginning of his apprenticeship. Abbey had gifted Zak with a retractable staff for him to fight with, knowing that he wouldn't be able to be protected forever. At the end of the staff was a three-pronged animal talon, brownish-gray in color and given to him by Van Rook. Not only did it help him latch onto things, it allowed Zak to focus his powers better.

Zak's powers had first manifested a few years after he'd been born, and he hadn't thought much of them at first. However, it seemed to worry Abbey and Van Rook, enough to the point that they asked him not to use his powers in public, for fear of something happening to him. But that wasn't to say they didn't help train him in said powers. Zak knew he had a connection to cryptids and his powers allowed him not only to view some of their thoughts and feelings but also to ask them for help. He was far from understanding most of what he could do but he had made some progress. And one of the things that had endeared Doyle to the mercenary family was the fact that he didn't talk much about Zak's power. In fact, when Zak had accidentally revealed it in front of him without Abbey's or Van Rook's knowledge, Doyle hadn't said a word about it until the two had asked Zak to show Doyle. The redhead knew how to keep secrets and he was no stranger to keeping his own. Zak knew little of Doyle's past, only that he was an orphan and had been separated from his family by a monster, likely a cryptid. That had been all Doyle was willing to divulge to that at the time.

"Zak, stay near." Doyle's hand gripped his shoulder, tearing the boy out of his thoughts. Rarely did the redhead resort to anything other than a nickname. Zak looked around. Seeing it up close was worse than from the air. He swallowed.

"What are we looking for?"

"You are not looking for anything." said Van Rook, "You are to stay by the ship with Doyle."

"But-!"

"Listen to him, Zak." Abbey added. It wasn't unusual for them to make him stay by the ship sometimes, but Zak didn't like this. However, when both of them shot him down, he knew there was no arguing. It was just the way things worked. He sat on the stairs leading to the ship while Abbey and Van Rook flew off to examine the area.

"Why not leave me in the ship, huh?" Zuk muttered.

"I'm sure they have their reasons." Doyle said. He shaded his eyes with one hand to look around, "I still don't get why we're here. We work for both the Secret Scientists and Argost. This is his doing, so we shouldn't get involved, right?"

"But Argost isn't usually like this." said Zak, "He doesn't attack people, he's a celebrity! What's the point?"

"Hmm…" Doyle froze up. He seemed to see something and tensed, moving in front of Zak. Out of all of them, he always had the best instincts. Even if he couldn't see something, he could usually sense that something bad was about to happen. Then the light shimmered and Doyle yelped in pain. He grabbed his leg and tried to pry something off. Zak grabbed his staff and thought it was a good time to use his powers to help. He pointed the Claw at the invisible attacker and focused on his powers, pointing them in the right direction. It was moments later that he made a connection. The cryptid felt anxious and angry at its home being disturbed. Zak asked it to let go of Doyle and calm down, so that they could talk. They weren't new intruders. Slowly, the cryptid agreed to this and uncovered itself. To their surprise, it looked like a Komodo Dragon. That type of animal was certainly not native to North America in any way, shape, or form, let alone one that could turn invisible. What was it doing here?

"Whoa, hey! Get off me, Lizardbreath!" Doyle tried in vain to pry the lizard's jaws off his leg. It only let go at Zak's prodding. It growled at them, narrowing its eyes as it put a little distance between itself and the humans. Doyle aimed his blaster.

"Let's see how you like this, you little-!"

"Doyle no!" Zak put a hand on his arm, "He doesn't mean any harm. He thinks we're the intruders."

"Yeah, well, taking a chunk out of my leg isn't exactly endearing Lizardbreath to me." Doyle said, but he still lowered his blaster. Zak made a connection with the komodo dragon again, asking what had happened. Usually he couldn't communicate with regular animals, but the fact that this lizard had become invisible meant that it was not normal. It went on to describe that Argost's ship had come out of nowhere and had shot at the Observatory, trying to destroy it. The lizard had been with Cheveyo when Argost had arrived, without his servant Munya but no less powerful. He had mentioned something about a 'Kur Stone' when he confronted Cheveyo before the lizard had tried to attack Argost. Said celebrity was unamused by the attack and had consequently knocked the cryptid unconscious. When he came to, all the lizard knew was that Cheveyo was missing and a ship was landing with new intruders. Zak related this all to Doyle before disconnecting with the komodo dragon.

"Looks like Argost is after this 'Kur Stone' thing and the Secret Scientists have it." Doyle said, "But what's so important about it that he decided to attack people?"

"Exactly!" Zak nodded, "That's what's weird about it! Maybe if we knew a little more about the Kur Stone, we'd know why Argost is doing this!" They looked at the lizard, who could only shrug. It didn't know what the Kur Stone was, either, so don't bother asking it. Doyle rubbed his bleeding leg. The lizard's jaws and teeth had been strong enough to pierce through his boot and into his leg. He glared at the lizard before turning back to Zak.

"You stay here. I'm gonna grab a First Aid kit and be right back." He limped up the steps into the airship. Zak looked to the komodo dragon. He was curious about the creature's past.

"How did you get here? Why are you a cryptid?" he asked, leaning on his knees. The dragon shrugged. He hissed something that Zak found he could understand, which roughly translated to, 'Cheveyo picked me up. I was experimented on, letting me become invisible.'

"That sounds terrible." said Zak. The lizard shrugged again. It had been years ago, it was used to it.

"What's terrible?" asked Doyle. He was still limping slightly but Zak could see bandages underneath the holes. Hopefully there wasn't any venom in the dragon's bite. Zak had no idea if komodo dragons were venomous or not, but he hoped false for the sake of Doyle's health. The redhead was also carrying the kit, likely in case of more injuries he may earn.

"Komodo was just telling me a little about himself." Zak said.

"'Komodo.' Uh huh."

"It's better than 'Lizardbreath.'"

"You'd think twice if you were the one he'd bitten." Zak was about to retort when they heard Komodo hiss. Looking over, they found Abbey and Van Rook coming back, helping an unconscious Cheveyo walk.

"Get the Medical Bay ready!" Abbey shouted. Doyle fled into the ship without a word and Zak followed behind his guardians, as did Komodo. Komodo gave a growl of worry and Zak rubbed the lizard's neck.

"He'll be okay." said the boy. Komodo sent him a disbelieving look. They followed the adults into a small room near the entrance port, where they kept all their medical supplies. It was only able to help two people at a time, mostly with the bare essentials, but it was good enough to keep someone from dying if needed. As Abbey and Doyle set to work on fixing up Cheveyo, Van Rook had brought up something on his wrist computer and was looking through it.

"What happened?" Doyle asked, setting up IV fluids under Abbey's command. She shook her head.

"Argost." Abbey used scissors to cut away at Cheveyo's jumpsuit, "We found Dr. Cheveyo trapped under a pile of rocks on the other side of the Observatory. I think he might have some broken bones, sunburn, and dehydration. The rocks certainly gave him no shelter from the sun." Zak tried to get a better look at what was going on, but the adults were blocking his view. Cheveyo didn't seem that injured, but he could be wrong.

"And him?" Doyle jerked a thumb at Van Rook.

"We have reason to believe that Argost may have stolen part of the Kur Stone."

"That again?" whispered Zak. He shared a look with Komodo. Doyle looked as frustrated as they felt.

"What the hell is the Kur Stone?" Doyle demanded, taking off his helmet, "Argost has attacked not one but two Secret Scientists in search of this thing. Zak was talking with Lizardbreath the Komodo Dragon earlier about it." He put in Cheveyo's IV, "You two obviously knew since Miranda called that this had something to do with this 'Kur Stone.' Can't you tell me and Zak what it is before things get worse?" Abbey looked to Van Rook. The man sighed.

"Meet me in the cockpit. I will tell you all that I know." Van Rook then left the room, still messing with his wrist computer. Abbey took off her helmet, setting it aside with a sigh of her own.

"Let it be known that, while I know what's going on, I tried to warn you." she said, "What he has to tell you isn't a fun story. And both of you need to be there so he doesn't have to tell it twice." She looked down to spot Zak and also saw Komodo loitering in the doorway. She raised an eyebrow. "Aren't komodo dragons venomous?" Abbey mused. Doyle blanched.

"If my leg falls off, it's on Lizardbreath's head!" Komodo rolled his eyes. He hissed something to Zak.

"He says he's not venomous, not anymore." translated the boy.

"You can understand him? Without your powers?" she asked. This caused both Doyle and Abbey to look at Zak. The boy nodded.

"Yeah, somehow." He rubbed Komodo's neck and gave the lizard a smile. Komodo growled lightly in response.

"Hmm…" Abbey thought about it.

"But wait, you said we both had to be there." said Doyle, "What does that have to do with Zak?"

"Van Rook will tell you." she said, "Don't keep him waiting. I'll take care of Dr. Cheveyo." She didn't push them out but they knew they had kept Van Rook waiting long enough. Doyle bent down to pick up Zak and held the boy against his hip, seeming to either ignore or not be bothered by his injury. Zak took off his own mask to get a better look at Cheveyo. The man's skin was certainly redder than normal with some discoloration on his chest, corroborating Abbey's thought of broken ribs. But then Doyle took Zak out of the room, leaving their helmets behind with Komodo, Abbey, and Cheveyo. Zak couldn't help but feel anxious by this setup. Doyle only put Zak down before the door to the cockpit.

"It'll be okay, Miniman." Doyle assured. Zak tried to believe in the redhead's words. They then entered together. Van Rook was sitting in his own seat and they took theirs. Van Rook then twisted his seat around to face Doyle and Zak. he had taken off his mask. Zak could now see the scar across his eye, where Van Rook had lost his sight. Zak had always wondered what had happened, but it didn't seem to affect the man that much. He also looked incredibly tired as he looked at them.

"The Kur Stone was discovered around eleven years ago, just before you were born, Zak." he began, "The scientists that uncovered it had no idea at the time what they had on their hands. Argost, however, knew. He infiltrated the camp and stole the stone. The scientists then stole it back and broke it into pieces, hiding them away so that Argost would not uncover its secrets. Now, Argost is searching for the pieces so that he can find Kur."

"Kur?" asked Zak. Van Rook rubbed his face.

"I am not an expert on this, but as I understand it, Kur was a creature that represented the Underworld in Sumerian legends. The Kur Stone is supposed to be able to lead someone to Kur's tomb and, in turn, control Kur. If someone controls Kur, then they are also able to take over the world. When the scientists realized that, that was why they stormed Weird World to get the stone back." Van Rook sighed, "Many did not make it out of that infiltration. And those that survived were attacked soon after in retaliation. Two of the scientists were your parents, Zak." He accessed his wrist computer and made it project a hologram, "Solomon and Drew Saturday." The hologram showed two photos, a man and a woman, who looked so different from one another. Zak had never known them, but had been told a little of who they were. He felt tears gathering in his eyes, but then there was a gasp from Doyle.

"She- she-" He reached a hand out to touch the hologram of Drew, "She looks like my mom. But I thought I'd imagined them."

"Doyle?" asked Zak. He hadn't seen the redhead so…vulnerable before.

"When I was really little, maybe four or so, I think my family and I went hiking in the Himalayas." Doyle never took his eyes off the photo of Drew, "A monster attacked the campsite and I was separated from my parents and sister." His hands became fists, "I became an orphan because of that monster. I never saw them again and I thought I'd imagined them, I was so young when I lost them." He turned to Van Rook, "She's dead, isn't she?"

"Unfortunately." Van Rook said, "She and her husband Solomon were the head architects that discovered the stone. They infiltrated Weird World with thirty-eight other people. Including themselves, only seven made it out. But Argost did not like having his home raided." Van Rook replaced the photos with one of a building on a cliff, in a similar state to the Observatory, "He attacked the Saturdays. I went to investigate and the only one I found alive was Zak." He turned off the hologram, "I never wanted to tell you this if I did not have to. But now that Argost is after the Kur Stone again, he may ask us to help him, and I do not want you to be in danger, Zak. If he learns that you survived the attack, he may come after you. Moreso if he learns of your powers." Before Zak could respond, Doyle growled. He stood up, glaring at his teacher.

"How can you work for that man?!" he snarled, "He killed my sister and you knew it!"

"I did not know she was your sister." Van Rook said, "I do know, however, that I cared about her. I dated her once, a long time ago. I still loved her when she died. The only reason I work for Argost now is because it gives me the opportunity to keep an eye on him." Doyle shook his head.

"He killed the woman you loved, my sister, and yet you still work for him?!" He left the room in anger. Van Rook sighed.

"...Rook?"

"Yes, Zak?"

"Why does Argost want to rule the world? Doesn't he already do it as a celebrity?" Van Rook was quiet for a moment as he contemplated it.

"Ruling the world with Kur gives him a different type of power than being a celebrity." said the man, "He does not want to conform to rules. He only wants power, and he is willing to do anything to get it. If he must kill to do so, then he will."

"Like he did with my parents." Zak murmured. Van Rook nodded.

"Do not mourn for them, Zak. Not because you do not know them, but because they would not want you to. I knew Drew and she was a person that never did like to plan ahead with her life. She lived one day at a time and I am sure Solomon lived a similar way. They would not want you to seek vengeance because that is not the way to go." Van Rook put a hand on the boy's shoulder, "They loved you very much, I am sure. If you want to do something for them, then do so by stopping Argost. Do it with a level head, though, otherwise you will become no better than him."

"And Doyle?" asked Zak.

"He will learn to calm down in time." Van Rook leaned back, "I know Miranda and Cheveyo both had pieces of the Kur Stone. So did the Saturdays, but I think they hid their pieces before they were killed. If we can find the last piece before Argost, then it may give us a chance to stop him. For now, keep Doyle from doing something he should not. I am going to contact one of the other Secret Scientists to take care of Cheveyo, so we can hopefully get started on finding the last piece of the Kur Stone." Zak nodded and stood.

"Thank you, Rook." He left the room. He knew Van Rook said to keep a level head, but he couldn't help but be angry at Argost for causing his circumstances. Zak was made an orphan because of Argost. His only family left was the one he had grown up with, Doyle moreso than the others because he was Zak's uncle by blood. One day, he would avenge his parents. But for now, he had to keep calm and make sure Doyle didn't do anything stupid. Easier said than done.


Yeah. I've gotten back into a Secret Saturdays mood and this is one of the stories born out of it. Essentially, it's Zak, Van Rook, Abbey, and Doyle in the roles of the Saturdays. As the story goes on, Fisk, Zon, and Komodo all join the family. But because these are the 'Merciful Mercenaries,' things won't be exactly the same as the show. Please enjoy, and read & review!