I'm back! Sorry it took so long, I didn't know how to start this. Schools starting, which means I'll have less time on the computer.
Doyle was on his way to talk to Ruthi, who was in the room she claimed as her own, when he spotted the calendar. It was two weeks since he left the Saturdays, a week since Zak found his photo album and three days since they fought Van Rook and he and Ruthi joined the team. Ruthi still had bruises on her human arm and her stomach, from when Van Rook held her tightly to stop her from fighting back, not that it worked.
When Doyle reached her door, he knocked on it then jumped back. Ruthi was known to booby trap her doors. Thankfully nothing popped out or came from the ceiling or, whatever Ruthi's devious mind came up with.
Doyle opened the door slowly and saw his little super-genius sleeping quietly. Her goggles lay on the table next to her bed, and her boots, which were too big for Doyle to wear, lay at the foot of the bed, waiting to be put on. Ruthi herself looked like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.
It was hard, even for Doyle, who lived with her all her life, to think of her as the girl who let all the animals out of the pound. But he knew, under those big green eyes, was a devious brain. 'No,' Doyle thought to himself, the reason she did all those pranks and crimes were because she was bored, not because she was a juvenile delinquent. 'Now,' Doyle thought to himself, 'you can use all those ideas for good.' He lay down the note he wrote and left.
Doyle slowly shut the door to where his daughter, Ruthi, was sleeping. She was exhausted from all that had happened with Van Rook.
He went to the living room where the rest of the family was waiting for him. "Are you sure she'll be okay all alone here." Drew asked. Doyle smiled, "Ruthi knows the rules. Don't do anything illegal, don't take anything apart, don't break any thing, don't fix anything and make it better, although,"
Doyle stole a glance at his brother-in-law; "She can improve most of the things here." Doc glared at him, "You know your list of rules aren't making me feel any better, Doyle." Doyle smirked. "I know." Ruthi woke up, hearing the sound of the airship taking off, before she remembered what had happened, she looked around and saw a note on the tabletop. It read,
'Hey Techno-kid, yeah, we kinda thought that you weren't feeling to well, (you slept three days straight!) so your on your own. I wrote some rules that you really should follow, so Doc won't get ticked off at you. (Even though it fun to watch.)
Don't do anything illegal
Don't take anything apart (Doc won't like that.)
Don't break anything (if you do by accident, then you fix it to be EXACTLY the same.)
Don't fix anything and make it better. (You could make everything a lot better.)
Don't drive the Saturday Sub.
The list went on and on, saying basically, don't do anything to Doc's stuff. Ruthi saw this and thought, a devious little smile coming over her lips. She grabbed her goggles, boots, and raincoat, (She slept in the rest of her clothing, they don't have any of her tech goodies in them.) and went to work, she was going to be busy.
"Doyle, please tell me you took away all her gadgets." Doc said, clearly not trusting his niece. Doyle rolled his eyes, "Why would I?" Doyle asked, wondering why he would need to. Doc expression was almost comical. "You're kidding right? Even you wouldn't leave a juvenile delinquent with hundreds of technological devices unsupervised."
If looks could kill, Doc would be barbecued. "First off," growled Doyle "She's not just a juvenile delinquent, she's my daughter. Second, Ruthi is a super-genius and she made all those gadgets, so neither of us have the right to take them away. Third, I gave her a list of rules,"
He was interrupted by Doc chuckling, "A list of rules? Do you really think she'll follow them?" Doyle ignored Doc, as usually and continued. "Finally, the only reason Ruthi pulled all those pranks and crimes was because she's bored and she uses her gadgets to entertain herself, if we take them away she'll entertain herself with other things instead."
Ruthi meanwhile was, um, 'entertaining' herself by making something, which will be revealed later in the chapter, and listening to music. She sneezed and shrugged, resuming thinking about who she'll give the manual too. She didn't like Doc, Doc wouldn't let her dad touch it, let alone her or Zak, and she didn't even understand Fisk, so that left Auntie Drew. Ruthi hurried off to put the manual on her aunt's desk.
'Now all that's left is installing it' Ruthi thought smirking after putting the finishing touches on her devices. Ruthi put one in every room masterfully, having experience installing and uninstalling things. She was just putting one in her room when she heard the airship land.
When the Saturdays came into the base, everything looked normal. Doyle smirked and looked at Doc smugly, who was suspicious. His suspicions didn't go unnoticed. "Doc, what are you worried about, she's probably still asleep." Drew said, trying to calm down her husband, who was examining everything.
"I DON'T THINK SO," a singsong voice rang out, scaring everybody. They all looked around, trying to see Ruthi. "I INSTALLED SPEACKERS. YOU DIDN'T HAVE ANY, WHICH IS WEIRD. WHY DIDN'T YOU INSTALL SPEACKERS DOC?" Doc looked at Doyle, who shrugged, "Why didn't you install speakers?" Doyle asked. Doc glared at him. "What, it's a simple question." Doc ignored him.
"HEY, THERE WAS NOTHING IN MY DAD'S RULES THAT SAID I COULDN'T MAKE OR INSTALL STUFF. AUNTIE DREW, SINCE YOUR SMARTER AND MORE CAPABLE THEN YOUR HUSBAND, YOU WILL FIND A MANUAL ON YOUR DESK THAT WILL SHOW YOU HOW TO USE THIS."
Zak turned to Doyle, "Where do you think she is?" He asked. Doyle thought for a bit, then replied. "Her room, but be careful, she," Doc was already gone. "Sets booby traps." Doyle finished. He looked around. "Now, this I got to see." Doyle smirked and ran after him.
Doyle was right, Ruthi had booby-trapped her door, and Doc fell for it, hook, line, and sinker. He was hanging upside down by one foot and was covered in red, blue and yellow paint. An empty paint bomb lay on the ground. "Dad!" Zak yelled and rushed to help him, "Are you alright?" Drew asked also running to help him. Doyle smirked, "The only thing hurt is his ego. It should be safe now." Doc wiped some of the indigo paint off his face. "Should?" He asked after he got down.
Doyle slowly turned the knob, and jumped back, expecting another trap, but it was safe. He surveyed the room looking for more traps. After seeing no more traps, Doyle quietly walked in and opened the closet door.
Inside was Ruthi, wearing a headset, currently unaware of her father sneaking up behind her. Doyle grabbed Ruthi and took her out of the closet, plopping her on the carpet where she met Doc's glare, unfortunately the affect was diluted by the fact he was covered in crimson, indigo, and sunny bliss paint. Ruthi burst into a fit of laughter.
After Ruthi finally stopped laughing, she took off the headset and handed it to Drew. "Here you go, Auntie Drew. This place is big and it must take forever to get everybody in one room, I hope this can help." She said like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. "Aww," Drew gave her niece a hug.
"But how did you know there wasn't any speakers?" Drew asked. Ruthi tapped her goggles. "These goggles work as X-ray glasses, Infrared, night vision, database, and a camera with," Ruthi demonstrated the camera by taking a picture of Doc. "a really bright flash."
After everyone stopped seeing spots, curtsey of the 'really bright flash', Doc asked angrily, "What about the booby-traps?" Ruthi shrugged, "Call me paranoid, but I don't want people coming in my room unannounced." Doyle smirked, and muttered "Things just got interesting."