"Lost...we're lost..." Daxter said pouting as they wandered through the forest just outside Haven City} . "We...are...not...LOST!" Jak screamed at Daxter. "Well, than prove it!" Daxter yelled back. As they searched Jak noticed Kor, but as he got closer he also noticed Erol. "What?" Jak said confused. Daxter, not paying attention to what Jak was doing found the city. "I found it Jak!" Daxter said excitedly. After watching them talk Jak followed Daxter. They had entered the HipHog Heaven Saloon and Daxter noticed Jak staring at a girl two seats down. But as he moved down to her, Kiara had come in. "Jak, the Krimson Guards are kind of acting weird, could you go check it out?" "Fine"Jak said getting up." What's up with the Krimson Guards?" Daxter asked as they hid behind some boxes. "I don't know but I intend to find out." Jak said as he followed the groups of guards. The guards had gone into the forest. "The forest? Is the Baron sending guards out for camping now?" Daxter said sarcastically. "Hey Dax, haven't you considered the Metal Heads?"Jak said following them still. "But! Don't they usually have weapons?" Sig popped out of nowhere. "Ahhhh..." Jak yelled and fell over.

It was strange, they didn't have any weapons. Jak just followed the Krimson Guards. (An hour later) "CRUD" Sig yelled realizing that they were lost. "Shut up! Do you want those guards to find us?!" Jak said as he socked Sig on the shoulder. They had just walked into a clearing when they stopped. Erol led the guards into the field. Erol blew a whistle. Because it was so high, only Jak heard it. Sig and Daxter saw Jak crouch down and cover his ears. "Hey, Jak are you... " Sig was cut off when Metal Heads came rushing by and into the field. Erol had said something to one of the Metal Heads and it told the rest. (Whatever the Metal Heads speak)Erol turned around and left the field. "What the...?" Daxter said confused. Everything was silent , but soon the Metal Heads came out and attcked the guards. The guards just stood there and allowed the Metal Heads rip at their flesh and bones. Blood-stained blades of grass blew in the gentle

breeze as only the armor of the guards remained.