Zak walked into the kitchen. His mom was cooking breakfast. His dad was reading the paper.
Hey mom. Hey dad," he said.
"Hi, baby. How are you?" Drew replied. Zak had a very upset look on his face. "What's wrong?" asked Drew. Zak looked up. Out from the corner of the hall, a teenager in jeans and a black T-shirt walked up to Zak and put his hand on the wall.
"I've paid to have you imprisoned," Zak said with a grin. "Get them!" The young man started to walk towards Zak's parents. They started to run. He shot Doc with a cortex disruptor. Then he ran and tackled Drew. He handcuffed her and threw her in the corner. He did the same to Doc.
"Nice job," said Zak.
"Shut up, I just want my pay," said the teenage boy.
"Gosh, okay dude," Zak replied. He pulled out a hundred dollar bill.
"Watch them while I go get the weapons," Zak said. The boy stood there and watched Zak's parents. Then Zak left the room. The boy ran over to Zak's parents.
"I'm so sorry," he said. He uncuffed Zak's parents. "I really didn't want to handcuff you, but I needed to get his trust. I'm N. I work for the Global Research of Cryptids Association."
"So, why did you need to get Zak's trust?" Drew asked.
"He stole information from our databanks. He's trying to raise an army of cryptids."
