It started like a normal mission, well, they always do. Van Rook dragged me to another one of those Argost missions, which pay more, but are way weirder. That time it was grabbing the horn from a lake monster. Weird, but the money's good, and that's what matters, to Van Rook anyway. Now, I HATE Van Rook, for reasons I won't explain to you, but I deal with him for one reason. Her name is Ruthi.

Now I know what you're thinking, but she's not my lover. She's my daughter, and the spitting image of her mother, except for the red hair. Oh, and the mind. Ruthi is, and this is what other people think, 'a juvenile delinquent with her head full of horrible pranks and ideas that should never see the light of day.' AKA a fun loving prankster with ingenious but misunderstood ideas. And Van Rook knows nothing about her or her mother, Carrie, who is gone.

The thing is Van Rook kinda has this rule that you can't have relationships, and I don't want to know what he'd do to Ruthi. So I keep my mouth shut and do what he says and hope today isn't the day he finds out. Life was, well, not simple but it was simpler without the Saturdays.

No, I don't mean the day I mean the family. The one that messes up my already screwed up life. They knocked the horn from the mechanical arm and guess who Van Rook sent to get it? Me. So the Saturdays sent the woman and the kid, I forgot the name of both, to get it as well. We were fighting in the lake and the kid tried to talk to me while his mom used the more direct approach. Fighting. Sooner or later, she knocks off my helmet and gasped. The helmet blocks most of my sight so I was surprised to see her without my helmet on. I ignored it and swam to shore. No helmet means no oxygen getting pumped into it.

I was greeted at the surface by the dad who already has a grudge against me. Thankfully the lady who I remember being called Drew stopped him. But why was unsettling "I think he's my brother."

How would you feel if the people who mettle in your life turn out to be your family? Well, you didn't know until now. That's what I'm feeling right about now. My only thought was 'Lord, you have a strange sense of humor.' I've wanted my family for as long as I remember I have finally found them, and they're the Saturdays. That's like somebody saying I'm in love with the kid! Which is wrong on so many levels.

Van Rook rescued me from the embarrassment. Thankfully, he had no idea about me being related to the Saturdays. He dropped me off at the designated point and I walked home. I decided to contact the one person I could, Ruthi.

Leave it to Ruthi to think the simplest thing to do is the most illegal. Her plan is to hack into Van Rook's computer and check out what his clients, especially Argost are planing. She's going to speak to me through a handmade device that fits in my ear. Only problem is I can't talk back to her, but it keeps her safe and that's all that matters.

"Maybe you need a number or a symbol?" Ruthi stated on the line. I tried all the passwords Van Rook would use and zip. I finally typed in M0ney$$$ and it actually worked. I was checking out the client's list when I heard Ruthi yell on the line "I'M NOT TELLING YOU WHERE MY DAD IS, VAN ROOK!"

I could only listen while I heard the noise of a laser and Van Rook laughing and I knew what had happened. Van Rook killed my daughter, the only family I have. Or maybe he didn't, the Saturdays might not be perfect but now that I think about it, they actually care about each other and I might just care about them too. But they hate me. A memory floated into my head. I had a bad day at work AKA nearly got killed. I asked Ruthi what I should do and she said. "Steal the rock thingy."

Steal the Kur stone? It would stick it to Van Rook and gain access to the Saturdays. Besides what have I got to lose? Viva La Ruthi!