Another chapter? What's this? Yes, I have finally figured the whole plot of this story! I had written the first chapter in a random fiction binge on an aeroplane and then realised I was screwed because I had no idea where to take it but now I have gotten myself back into the trend of writing fanfiction again. Hope you enjoy this chapter!

"Now to return to Istanbul and pick up the boys and then it's smooth sailing my love," Said a soft voice that couldn't possibly be Drew Saturday.

"I'm not sure about the smooth sailing part, the secret scientists and Epsilon and his people are relentless after all," Doc responded, walking into the cockpit where his wife was piloting the huge aircraft. "But you are right about one thing, we beat them today," he sighed tiredly, "and I guess that's enough of an incentive

to beat them tomorrow." Drew gave him a short kiss on the cheek as he ambled over to sit in the other chair.

"What's the matter?" she asked in concern.

"How long can we keep doing this?" He said solemnly, no emotion in not just his blind eye. "How long can we keep hiding Zak from the world, from Argost, from the scientists?"

"As long as we need to," she said simply, not looking away from the sky ahead.

"Drew…"

"No Doc, I don't want to hear it. As long as he's safe. That's all that matters," she said slowly as she put the landing gear down as they flew towards a flat stretch of land. As the airship touched down, she removed her seatbelt and walked out of the door without saying another word, taking her sword with her. Doc stood up too, sighing and following after her. After departing from the ship, they walked through about a mile of desert in the sweltering heat towards Istanbul with Zon circling above them, occasionally creating a cooling shadow. It was then when Drew spoke again. "Do you think the Grey men are still around here?"

"Maybe, but Zak will be able to make an easy getaway without that satellite," Doc answered, wiping his brow due to the intense sun.

"The plant is just up ahead," Drew said, gesturing to the huge water tanks about a ¼ mile away. When they reached the open metal doors and walked inside, the plant was deathly quiet and only the dripping of water could be heard.

"Zak! Fiskerton! Komodo!?" Doc shouted, only to have his voice echo back to him from the empty space. The adults looked at each other. Drew's heart iced over with dread momentarily before Doc shook her to her senses and told her that they needed to keep moving in order to find them. They continued to the room which was mostly likely to inhabit Zak (the one where the lake van monster was) and caved down the doors using their weapons. To their surprise, there was no Zak, no Lake Van Monster, only a very drowsy Komodo curled up in the corner. The adults rushed to him and he rose his head with a groggy growl, giving them a droopy eyed stare. Now they were more than concerned. Doc clicked his fingers in front of the lizard's face to wake him up. Seeing that he was weakened, he turned to Drew.

"Go and see if you can find Zak or Fiskerton, I'll see what I can get out of Komodo." Drew nodded and moved off whilst Doc pondered about why Komodo was down and more importantly, why was he alone? Not a few moments later he was disturbed by a shout from Drew. Running to the source with the lizard following very slowly behind, he discovered Drew trying to untie a very distressed Fiskerton. After the woman managed to cut the metal chains and cords with her fire sword, the lemurian began to cry out undecipherable garble in an urgent tone of voice.

"Fiskerton!" Doc shouted over him, "calm down and tell us what happened!?" The cryptid seemed to regain some of his composure and pause before breaking into a frenzied explanation.

"Ezzzzurazza ra uzumbuuura!"

"What?" Doc asked, trying to make sense of the situation.

"Zezabar Tarajuba eshurrrrr!"

"They took him." Drew's face was as pale as her hair as she stood frozen in place.

"What?" Doc repeated, but it was closer to a tone of fear this time.

"Epsilon's people. They've taken Zak," she said blankly, sinking to her knees. Doc just stood there, dumbfounded.

"But I destroyed the satellite. I'm sure of it," Doc shook his head.

"We need get moving, fast, there's no telling where they could be now," Drew said in panic. "We need to find their energy signature on the airship's radar before they get too far away!" The woman stumbled up quickly and ran towards the exit unsure of what to do. Fisk followed her quickly with long strides, Doc behind them making sure that Komodo kept up. As Doc ran outside he was temporarily blinded by the change in light from the dark plant to the blazing sun. When his eyes adjusted, he was quick to follow Drew who was already quite far ahead. When they reached the ship, both were even more hot and bothered. Only komodo, the cold blooded reptile was okay with the temperature. The adults began frantically typing on the keyboards to bring up any traces of the Greymen's rampage. After about a minute, Drew managed to pull up a news article relating to the events. A Turkish reporter was currently on film in the live feed.

"Witnesses of this afternoon's carnage are being urged to come forward and give statement on what they saw of these mysterious beings. The Turkish Government are looking for any information on who or what these alien like hostiles may be. From what we have gathered at this current time, it is safe for members of the public to leave the confides of their home as the pods have been sighted becoming airborne and leaving the city in an eastern direction. Although a state of emergency is-," that was all that they needed to hear. Within minutes the ship was hovering over Istanbul, following the trail of destruction left by the grey men.

"We have to find them. Who knows what they might do to Zak," Drew quivered.

"If it's true that they have already left, we won't find them here," Doc said seriously.

"What other choice do we have?" Drew replied with a near to hysterical tone.

"They may have taken Zak to a secret base of theirs. In that case, there would be no way of getting any coordinates."

"There is no telling what they could do to him if that is the case!"

"What I would like to know is how they constructed this plan of theirs. Whether they found out that Zak was Kur from their 'files' or if they had a tip off from some 'friends' of ours."

"The secret scientists are very likely to be the ones behind that," Drew growled, "and this may end in a frontal assault in order to find out where they've taken my baby. Right now." Doc put his hand on top of her shaking one. He looked into the fire burning in her eyes and swallowed to try and clear his heavy throat.

"We will need to make a stop off first."

"What!"

"Hear me out Drew, an assault on the Secret Scientists at this moment would lead to a catastrophe. We need to rearm ourselves and call for any kind of help." Drew seemed to recoil for a moment, looking down at her feet before nodding a reluctant 'yes'.

"Who do we call if all of our previous allies have turned against us?" Drew muttered.

"Yes," Doc rubbed his head, "there aren't many choices in the field of allies at this time. I can see that Doyle will be willing to help but apart from him, I can't see anyone else on our side of the operation."

"Maybe not even with Doyle's help Doc," Drew muttered, "he hasn't been picking up my calls for the last two weeks and he hasn't sent a reply to any of the messages I left him."

"That isn't too unusual of him. The fact that he is trailing Argost may mean that he is constantly on the move, try calling him now through the airship communication output."

Drew bit her lip and began typing on the buttons on the arm of her chair, bringing light to one of the screens fixed to the panels above their heads. The screen buzzed to static and then to a dialling screen and a ringing tone. There was no sign of anyone on the other end attempting to pick up and after a minute, Drew hung up the line. "I'm sure if he knew it was about Zak…" She started, Doc put a hand on her shoulder.

"I know, I know," Doc sighed. He banked the ship on an easterly angle. "I suppose the most logical choice for a stop off would be a secluded spot in Africa. We can let the ship have an hourly recharge and come up with a plan."

"Infiltration tactics?"

"Not exactly. I was thinking about a negotiation."

"Negotiation? Doc, since when are the secret scientists the negotiating type?"

"That wasn't what I meant. If they do know about Zak's kidnapping, they'll know that we will do almost anything to get him back so a fight would be the last thing that we want."

"Many of them won't be willing to avoid violence either Doc."

"Depends on who we talk to. Some of the scientist members would be more willing to compromise than others."

"You are right about that. Discussing a truce with Beeman would be like trying to explain speech to a brick wall."

"Beeman isn't a logical choice. I agree with that. Our best bets are either Miranda or Cheecho, after all, we have known them the longest."

"Miranda's base will be the closest since we are stopping off in Africa."

"I'm not sure if she will understand our terms," Drew sighed.

"That may be true, but unlike the Greymen's ideas of isolate and protect, her vote to cryogenic freezing is at least truthful to the fact that she doesn't want to severely hurt Zak." Drew shook her head and looked back at the static screen…

"Maybe."

Mwanza, Lake Victoria, Tanzania, 15:00 hours local time…

"Solar recharge is fully complete," Doc walked into the cockpit with his arms full of small weapons such as lasers and ray guns. Drew turned to him from the screen where she was observing a map.

"Then let's not waste any more time getting to Miranda's base," she replied.

"Did you find the coordinates?"

"Yep, there is a sheltered ice field nearby where we can park the ship."

"Is there any chance that the secret scientists will be expecting us?"

"It is unlikely, they have probably gone to investigate our endeavours in Turkey because the radio lines are mostly quiet," Drew finished. Doc sat himself down and strapped himself into the seat. Fiskerton and komodo also entered the room, standing on the raised platform behind them.

"Any word from your brother?"

"I'm afraid not."

Doc sighed. "Looks like we're doing this alone then." He raised the controls and the engines rumbled into life as the ship lifted off.

"Shhhesheruga?" Fiskerton asked from the platform.

"No," Drew sighed painfully, "we aren't going to get Zak. We are going to see Miranda to find out where Zak has been taken."

"Whu? Ezabarar-," Fisk began.

"Fiskerton, why don't you go and check the sonar for any hostile secret scientist activity?" Doc cut in. Although the Lemurian's ears drooped and his expression saddened, he wandered out of the room with Komodo on his heels.

"Drew…" Doc whispered softly as he saw her fiddling with her fingers in her lap. "We'll find him. I'm sure of it."

Antarctic Peninsula, 19:00 hours

Doc, Drew and Fisk (who was carrying Komodo) trudged across the snow covered ice in thick parkas to protect themselves from the harsh -50 degrees Celsius Antarctic temperatures. The white out flakes swirled and cascaded about in the harsh wind, lowering the visibility level down to about 0. The Saturdays as a result kept their heads down, trying to keep moving in order to reach Miranda's facility which was about a mile south of where they were currently standing. A shiver moved through Drew's body as she put another foot down on the dry ice. She blinked a couple of times to remove the white crystals from her lashes as she gritted her teeth behind her nearly blue lips. In the distance she could make out a great ice shelf and beyond that, a dark shape of a structure that was blurred by the blizzard and distance.

"There!" Doc cried over the howling wind and the group picked the pace up into a brisk jog, knowing what that dark structure was.

As they got closer, the snow revealed a stilted metal building supported by the glacier. When they got to the huge metal door, Drew pressed on the buzzer and began shouting into the speaker.

"Miranda? Are you there!? Its Drew, we need to talk to you about Epsilon!" After waiting a while and getting no response, Drew began desperately banging on the huge door "Please!"

There was a rumbling and Drew stepped back in surprise. In fact, everyone did and watched in both relief and dread as the door creaked and groaned as it openly slowly, revealing a long metal corridor. Drew and Doc looked at each other.

"I don't like this," Doc growled. Drew rubbed his shoulder.

"You have every reason not to."

Against their better judgement, they entered and the hall lit up as the door closed and then locked behind them. No way out. They continued down this silent hall until they came to a huge flight of stairs. As they climbed for what seemed like hours more than minutes, they finally came up into a huge open area. Huge windows lined the walls and vacant machines were placed in the corners of the room. That and the sound of booming footsteps and drawn weapons.

"Freeze Saturdays! You are under arrest for unleashing the chaos that is Kur on the human race!"