Okay, I'm back. No more long hiatuses (if that's even a word)! I need to work faster! Do better! And I can't have my characters stuck in suspended animation! Onward and forthwith!

Almost forgot: Disclaimer, I don't own the Secret Saturdays, 'cuz if I did, Zak would still have his powers, and Doyle would have a girlfriend (you didn't think Crystal was, did you?).

He was with her. Behind a dilapidated building. This would be his second time working with her. The first time didn't go so great. He half hoped this time would go down the drain as well. But the ridiculously adorable colt, which he was not so sure a unicorn, prevented all of him from wishing so. Squeaks came from the embarrassed wolf behind him, as they got into costume.

"Would you shut up? I find it hard to believe, someone like you is afraid of a freak like Argost."

For once the squeaks stopped and were replaced with a growl. "I'm not scared of Argost. I want to bash his brains out. I'm scared for Gawain."

"Scared for a pony with super powers?"

She ripped of the cast from her right leg, testing the inactive appendage gingerly upon the ground. Satisfied she replied, "He's the next to youngest right now, and like I said before, at a very impressionable age. If Argost was to have him in bondage…" She shivered. "No one should go through that. Especially as young as he is…" she broke off her thoughts as she rolled in the dust. Then she looked at him. "Ooo…K. Interesting choice."

Doyle was dressed as an underhanded animals dealer should have been, with a dark jacket, ripped jeans and a gold chain with the words big boss attached to it.

"And to believe most British youth are dressing that way." She said in an exasperated tone.

"At least I give work into my disguises."

"Oh yeah, like you weren't taken in by Miss Osprey."

"You got lucky that time."

It was time to put on a show.

Head down, eyes disinterested, the white wolf followed the man, holding her by a chain, to the back of Crossmeyer's facilities.

"You know what to do?"

"Of course I know what to do- I was the one that came up with the plan!"

The man rolled his eyes, and knocked on the back door to the office. No one came. He knocked again, harder.

Crossmeyer came, irritated that his business meet came to an end so soon. "If you don't mind I'm a very busy man, so hurry up and tell me what you want."

"I'm here to collect payment for the wolf." The man stated seriously, yanking at its chain.

"I didn't order such a beast!"

"Hey, all I do is deliver! If ya wanna place a mis-order with the boss that's your problem."

Crossmeyer looked at the object of price. "Too wild for petting…," he got a wicked gleam in his eye. "But perfect for showcasing." He looked back up at its handler. "How much?"

"Four-Thousand of those American ones. No less."

Crossmeyer went to his office, pulled out the exact sum, and returned. "No more…" handing the money, "no less." Taking the chain. "I have a perfectly splendid place for you…"

/

Zak saw Doyle wave off the signal. He in turn ran to one of the exhibits. Doc and Drew took the signal and covered Samurai, who had to undisguised himself in order to phase through the gate.

"Uncle Sam!" Gawain squealed excitedly.

"Yes, yes. Now hush!" as he turned invisible once more. Drew lay against Doc's shoulder. Zak seeing the gesture out of the corner of his eye, waved at the llama he was facing. Doyle saw and through the window of Crossmeyer's office, gave the now departing wolf a thumbs-up. It flipped its ear back and forth before obediently following Crossmeyer to it new 'habitation'.

Once there Crossmeyer shut the door, and upon it stuck a sign saying "NEW SPECIMEN. DO NOT TOUCH.". What he didn't noticed, was that, yes, the gate was locked, yes the animal was chained, but no, it didn't give the usual despaired look. No, it gave a big, toothy, and mischievous grin.

"Mum! Mum! Look at the big doggy!"

"That's a wolf dear."

A good crowed had amassed itself around the new creature, and Crystal took this as queue. Before the owner of the zoo could even reach his door…

"AAAAOOOOOOOWWWWWW! Nnniiiiiiiiyy, nnniiiiiyyyyyyyy….. !" the howling canine limped about, crying in distress before crashing to the ground in feigned agony and pain. "RREEEEEEEAAAAAAOOOOOOOOWWWW!" It looked on in sullen hurt, its eyes begging, writhing and foaming, letting its mourning reach the now fathomable skies. "RRRROOOOOOOOOO-AAAAAOOOO-AWREEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"What in the blazes!"

The crowed started to talk. "What's wrong with it?" "What happened?" "The poor thing!"

Samurai started to bring his cloven hooves down upon the chains holding his charge back, while the ruckus covered the noise.

"I KNEW IT!" Zak started, "THIS GUY MUST BE AN ANIMAL ABUSER!"

The crowd started to turn,

"Yeah!" "Why didn't I see it before?" "The low down wretch!"

"Now wait a minute here! I have done no such thing!" Crossmeyer started. "The animal was fine when I bought it." The wolf let off a shrieking sound, then its cries let down, down, until it didn't make a sound.

"Is it dead?" Someone asked. The thing made no movement to disprove the question. A collective gasp rang out. Then there was silence, until a ringing round could be heard. Crossmeyer grabbed the small woman's arm.

"And just what do you think you're doing?"

"Calling the constable on you! I quite agree with this young man, even though I've never had such brazenness to call you out in the open!" She exclaimed.

"You can't do that!" he hissed.

"I can and I will." Tearing her arm away from him she answered. "Yes, constable? I'd like to report a situation, regarding Crossmeyer." Listening, she eyed him. "Seems like you have quite a reputation!"

Doc and Drew waved Zak over. Running over he asked, "Is he done?"

"Yeah, he, Doyle and the Prince are out back."

"How's Crystal gonna get out?"

"She'll find a way.

/(Fifteen minutes later) /

A black trash bag hopped towards them. Doc, grabbing hold, ripped off the knot. Crystal gasped, and tripping over her "funeral attire" claimed, "That is the LAST time I play dead." Shaking off the plastic she asked, "You okay Gawain?"

Gawain nodded. "Good. Lt's get you home-" the group's attention strayed to the flashing sirens approaching the zoo. "And hope they make him stay for a long time."

Doyle, smirking, held up Gawain's key. "I think this is yours?" Gawain slipped it over his neck and gave an honest thank you for the reclaiming felony. Taking the first step towards safety, they heard a voice ring out,

"Excuse me Saturdays, but I do believe I paid good money for the dear Prince! I couldn't just let that go to waste could I?" Argost stepped out of the shadows along with his silent companion.

Drew groaned. "I almost forgot about him!"

"Tsk, Tsk. Forgetting me just won't do now, wouldn't it?"

Ha! I be they were willing to go Argost-less this round. No way Josea! Fight scene coming up! –Cryptid123

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