"Where am I?" Jak asked as he awoke in a daze.

Jak sits up and looks around the small hut. He stands up and notices that the bed where he had been sleeping was covered in spots of blood. He looks down at his bleeding chest where an arrow was protruding out; he yanks out the arrow and throws it into the fire burning at the back of the hut.

"What happened?" he wondered aloud as he picked up his katana from beside the bed. He sat down on the stool beside the fire and stared at the flames.

"Oh, you're awake."

Jak looked up from the fire, his eyes meeting with a girl that had just walked in through the door. She looked about twenty years of age and had dark brown hair. Jak noticed the dagger in her right hand and drew his sword. The girl was pushed aside by a tall Chinese man who was carrying a steel cutlass in his left hand. Jak lunged at the man with his sword held high but was knocked to the ground.

"Watch where you're swinging that thing!" The man yelled.

"Who are you people?" Jak asked as he stood back up.

"We'll talk once you put that sword away."

Jak put his sword back into its sheath and threw it onto the bed. He walked over to the stool and sat down.

"Alright, let's talk."

"My name is Suzy and this is my bodyguard Mitchell." Said Suzy.

"So where am I?"

"You are in my hut." Suzy said matter-of-factly.

"I meant which town am I in you little bitch!" Jak yelled.

"Watch your tongue brat!" Mitchell exclaimed as he hit Jak over the head with the flat of his sword.

"Ow, you bastard I should cut off your hand for that."

"I'd like to see you try, you little welt." Mitchell said as he leveled his cutlass.

"Now, now, let's all just relax." Suzy said.

She turns to Jak and notices his bleeding chest. "Would you like for me to take a look at that? I'm no doctor, but it looks pretty bad."

"What does it matter? You're bodyguard here is the one that shot me with that primitive thing." Jak said.

Suzy looks at Jak quizzically then bursts out laughing. "Says the boy who's carrying a katana. No ones used one of those for over 300 years."

"One, I'm 23, and two, it's still better than a dagger."

"Yeah, but not by much." Suzy laughed.

"Enough! You're majesty, we should rejoin the main guard immediately before this filth rubs off on you."

Jak had had enough. He leapt off the chair and punched Mitchell in the face.

"Who are you calling filth?!" Jak yelled as a blond girl walked through the open door.

"Whoa, Jak, lay off the poor guy." The girl said as she pushed Jak back down onto the chair.

"What are you doing here Terry?" Jak asked.

Terry stepped forward and tossed a brown sack at Jak's feet."I'm just bringing you you're equipment since we have to move out soon."

"What do you mean?"

"We have to start our trek out onto the western plains soon. The boss isn't very happy about you just lazing around in this hut all night."

"It isn't my fault. That crazy bastard Mitchell is the one that shot me."

"The boss doesn't care, he wants you geared up and ready to go in 20 minutes or we're leaving you in this god forsaken desert village.

Terry takes her handkerchief out of her tunic's inner pocket and used it to wipe her forehead. "Couldn't you people put a fan in here or something? It has to be over a hundred degrees."

Jak stands up and straps his shield to his arm and put's his last resort blade into the inner pocket of his tunic. "Alright, let's go." Jak called over his shoulder as he walked though the doorway.