Two Sides to Everything
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Jak trilogy of games, they belong to Naughty Dog. The only things I own are my original characters like Colle and Zack.
I am so sorry for the mess up. I checked everything yesterday and I still don't know how I missed this. Sorry again.
Chapter 1: Prelude-
"So, what do you want now?" Jak walked in from outside. A horrible storm had raged across the city. It seemed to come as if on a whim. The weather had been just beautiful seconds before the clouds rolled in and the rain started. And that had been nearly a week ago. It was currently coming down in sheets. Jak was soaked and not all that happy about it either.
"There's been another disappearance. This time it was in the Bazaar. The victim was 26 and goes by the name Chors-." Torn looked up to see Jak with his usual gruff expression. Torn was about to continue on when Jak cut in.
"You dragged me all the way down here just to tell me about another disappearance? I'm a fighter not a detective." Jak took his seat next to Torn at the bar of the Naught Ottsel.
"It was one of ours, Jak." Torn looked sternly at Jak. Jak may have been the true leader of Haven City, but right now he was only a soldier in Torn's army. And he was one of the best. "I've had my men looking for him all week. They haven't found anything."
"What does this have to do with me, Torn?" Jak didn't like were this was going. Another mission that was of no use to him; one where he would go looking around in the dirt only to have the missing person turn up a month later.
"Nothing what so ever."
"Then why in the heck did you bring me all the way down here?" Jak had found himself a place located in the New Haven area of the city. He hadn't left it since the major storm had arrived.
"You are one of my top soldiers. I want you to train a new recruit." Torn looked over a few papers he had laying next to him. He then pulled out something and looking slightly satisfied handed it to Jak.
"You have got to be kidding." Jak took the papers. One was an information sheet giving the name, age and anything else that seemed relevant.
The other paper was actually a photo. This new recruit was a woman.
"You know I don't kid. I want you to start her training tomorrow morning, first thing. Keep a report on how well things are going. You are free to train her however you see fit."
"Why are you giving this to me?" Jak still didn't understand any of this.
"Just think of it as allowing you to understand the people you will one day take into your hands." Torn then walked out into the raging storm and didn't look to see if Jak accepted the mission. It didn't matter. He always did the missions no matter the cost. This one wouldn't be any different.
A roll of thunder pounded across the sky as Jak sat at the bar waiting for the day to get worse. It never failed.
"I can't believe this." Jak read the papers for the new recruit.
"Jak?" Daxter walked through his Ottsel size door.
"Hey, Dax." Jak finished reading the papers and looked down at his best friend. "I though you'd be asleep."
"Well, I was. Until someone started yelling in 'my' bar." Daxter jumped up onto the bar stool so he could talk with Jak.
"Sorry about that." Jak stood up and began to walk out the door. "I'll see ya, Dax."
"Where ya going?" Daxter began to follow him to the door.
"Home. I'm tired." Jak waited for the doors to slide open.
"You're not going out there. You can stay here for the night and go home in the morning. There's a room upstairs."
"Thanks, buddy." Jak walked towards the door leading upstairs.
"If you need anything-", Daxter let out a big yawn, "-you can get it yourself. I'll be asleep."
"Good night to you too, Dax." Jak walked up the stairs and into the bedroom. It wasn't as nice as his place but it would do.
Jak pulled down the sheets and got into bed. He closed his eyes and drifted to sleep. Though it was a little unsettling. Something about it wasn't right. When he woke up the next morning, he couldn't remember why he had such a terrible night.