"Okay Clover, fetch!" Zak said enthusiastically while throwing the tennis ball as far into the woods as he could. His new cryptid friend, a young tapire-iauara they rescued in Brazil, bounded after it happily, her furry blue tail swishing back and forth. She returned moments later, the ball clenched between her sharp teeth, and deposited it on the ground in front of Zak.

"You're such a good girl" the boy crooned, rubbing behind Clover's pale pink ears. In response, she uttered a strange noise of contentment and lowered her head, encouraging Zak to scratch her back. Zak turned around when he hear a rustling, accompanied by the sound of someone clearing their throat. Fisk, Zon, and Komodo stood behind him, all of them looking very impatient.

"Stop being so jealous. Clover needs attention too, ya know," Zak defended. The boy was confused at the suddenly terrified expression on Fisk's face. Turning around slowly, he saw Clover, held tight in the arms of Leonidas Van Rook, who had suddenly appeared behind him. The pig-like cryptid squealed and snorted, making desperate attempts to break free, but the mercenary only squeezed harder, pushing the air out of her tiny lungs. Firing up his jetpack, he flew straight up, hovering above Zak and laughing at the boy's terrified expression. Another figure could be seen in the sky, coming closer to Van Rook every second. As it came closer, Zak realized it was a young girl, equipped with her own jetpack and wrist blasters. She had the mark of an apprentice sewn to her purple shirt, the little white symbol a mark of her allegiance. Her black and white streaked hair whipped around in the wind as she flew to Van Rook's side.

"Let Clover go!" Zak shouted, his heart hammering against his ribs.

"Never! You killed someone very special to me, so now you'll know what it feels like to lose a family member!" the mysterious girl replied in a faint Russian accent, aiming her laser at her struggling victim. Van Rook thrust his arm out, hanging Clover upside down by her back feet. Petrified, Zak watched helplessly from the ground as the girl scowled, and fired a single laser at point-blank range through Clover's chest. She didn't move or squeal, she simply fell limp and dangled in Van Rook's hand. Zak fought back the tears that stung his eyes, even though he knew that Clover's death had been quick and painless.

"Catch" Van Rook said, carelessly dropping the small corpse. The boy rushed forward, and caught his friend's body, holding it close to his chest. A small amount of blood stained her blue and white fur, and as he flipped her over, Zak noticed the exit wound. The boy was hit by another wave of sorrow as he gently closed her eyes and hugged her.

"Zak! What happened? We heard- oh, no…" Doc had appeared from the house, and was cut off mid-sentence as he saw his son, the dead cryptid, Van Rook, and the girl. Drew was right behind her husband, and had already drawn her fire sword, aiming at the cruel mercenary.

"What did you do?" Doc demanded, glaring at them as Drew comforted her mourning son.

"Your son killed someone I loved right in front of me, so I did the same to him. An eye for an eye…" the girl trailed off as she focused her gaze on Drew. The female Saturday brought the memories flooding back to her, the distraught girl recalling the time when life was happy, before she was ripped away so fast, and so unexpectedly…

A blast of fire flew towards her, but she barely dodged it, realizing that she had spaced out to explore her fond memories.

"Look, I don't know who you are or what you want, but my son never killed anyone. I suggest the two of you leave, or things are gonna get nasty" Drew snarled, motioning to Fisk, who cracked his knuckles and stuck his tongue out at them.

"Fine, have it your way. Our work here is done. I'm sure we'll meet again, Saturdays" Van Rook remarked, soaring away into the late morning sky, his apprentice following close behind.

When the mercenaries were out of sight, the family gathered around Clover's tiny, lifeless body. Wordlessly, Fisk led the family into the forest surrounding the house, where he dug a small grave for the deceased creature. He let Zak fill the grave with dirt and place a rock over the tiny mound of dirt as a makeshift headstone.

"You guys can go. I'd kinda like to be alone for a while" Zak muttered, dismissing his family. They filed back to the house as Zak sat down on the leaf-covered ground, staring at the grave in silent memoriam.