Cool metal touched Zak's throat.

"Whoa Six!" yelled Rex.

"How do you know Dos?"

"Who is Dos?" countered Zak. Why give answers if he was in the dark. They wanted answers, they'd explain. No if, ands or buts about it.

"I believe I have more say than you do."

"Six."

"I believe you have questions I can answer."

Six lowered his Katanas, "Who taught you kid?'

"Business? Fighting? Schooling? Which one are you talking about?" Zak asked looking into the glasses. All he really saw was his reflection.

"You can fight?" asked the Latino. Zak smiled.

"Yeah. Been fighting since my family met Van Rook."

"Van Rook. You know eighteen?" Six asked. Zak gave a quizzical look.

"Uh, if you and I are talking about the same money grubbing greedy and now deceased bounty hunter then yes."

Six cocked an eyebrow but didn't ask. Zak looked between them again.

"Wait. If you two are here for my siblings, and they are gone, why are you still here?" asked Zak.

"We need to confirm it with your parents," explained Rex. Zak slid his eyes over toward a door. Then looked back at the Rex.

"Okay. They're somewhere in Malaysia right now so if you leave now you should be able to…"

"Wait. We need to see whoever is watching you."

"Well that would be… Let's see, Beeman's got Monday and Thursday, Cheechoo has me Friday and Wednesday, Miranda has me Sunday and Tuesday, and… today's Saturday so you'll have to call Mizuki," said Zak making this up as he went. Not that this was a total lie per say, but they were the order of scientists his parents told him to call in case of emergency. And two people breaking into his home after his older siblings were kidnapped by a very similar group of people. And if they called the scientists then he knew someone would show up. Maybe. As long as they didn't actually call Beeman. He could truly care less about Zak after the Kur incident was done. The only thing that could be worse, and oh did he cringe at the thought, is if these two were specially trained Grey-men who were here on Francis's orders. Despite being so young, he was smart and manipulative.

"And how would we contact these people?" asked Six who was losing his patience. Zak shrugged his shoulders.

"You could use the phone," Zak answered. Rex held a knowing smirk.

"Where's the phone? We'll call… Who'd you say it was again?" he asked.

"Mizuki."

"Cool," he said making his way over to a phone. Zak knew he could run. He knew he could probably out run them. But given the circumstances, he wanted to see what would happen if the scientists realized that the Saturday Island had been invaded by a bunch of kidnappers, a Latino and a man in a green suit. Seriously who wore those things? His uncle wore a suit once when he was looking for Argost but that was a onetime deal.

"The number is 939*******," Zak said.

"You know something," said Six. Zak frowned, "Don't call Rex. He knows something."

Rex looked at him. Zak shrugged his shoulders.

"I know you guys are strange. I know my family is missing and I know I don't want you here. So I know a lot of things."

"Like Cryptids?" asked Rex. Reluctantly Zak nodded his head.

-.-

Securing the Evos to take to Black knight proved to be difficult. But with the collars on, they would obey him absolutely. Walking with heavy footsteps walking through the hall way. He was lucky they understood the concept of clothes. Most Evos would have clothes when they changed back. It was awkward to say the least. But they were dressed in his clothes. So the girl looked kind of funny being that she was smaller than him. So did the boys. The one that was once a lizard, was a lot thinner than he was. It was almost like he was a girl on top. But he was definitely a guy. He had the most wicked glare and scowl. His clothes were slightly baggy. It didn't help that he walked with a hunch. Obviously he hadn't walked like a person in a few years.

And lastly was the fuzzy one. He really didn't change too much. He was slightly thinner than himself so the clothes hung loosely. But he was also taller so it looked pretty funny. But he was also the one who spoke for the others.

"How much longer will we be walking?" he asked. He was polite to say the least. But he didn't lose his glare either. He seemed to be a larger spirit than originally thought. He seemed to want to break free. But also seemed protective, not letting anyone get between him and the others who he had cured slightly.

"Not much longer."

"You are sure we are going to the right place Doctor Salazar?" he asked. The other two looked at each other. Caesar looked away.

"Call me Caesar. Doctor Salazar was my father."

"Caesar. I can't remember, why are we here?" he asked.

"I'll answer you if you give me your names," he explained.

"Very well. I am Fiskerton, the phantom of England," he said plainly, "This is Zon of the Amazon," he said pointing at the girl.

"And I'm Komodo," growled the one who used to be a lizard. His voice was as gritty as sand paper. He sent the most wicked of glares at him, "Where are we?"

"Providence."

He sent a more sinister glare, "Tell me where we are. I want to go home. He can't be alone. We need to go home."

"Look, let me take you to Black knight. She needs to see you."

"You want her to see us. There is no need. We have a need. You don't. And you… are… not… Zak."

"Zak? Where… Where is he?" asked Fiskerton grabbing his head.

"I haven't seen him in a while. Zak," cried out Zon. Her voice was sweet but slightly gravely. Probably because she had been a dinosaur like creature for a while.

"Look, we'll find Zak once I show you to Black knight."

Calmed looks came to Zon and Fiskerton. But the hardened glare remained on Komodo's face. A deep glare escaped from his throat.

"Be sure of that."

Oh no Komodo's mad. Please review. It maybe all that's keeping Caesar alive.