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Jak saw Sig firing almost constantly down the hall. He smiled, the guy was still okay.

"Hey there, tough guy." Sig recoiled from the noise of Jak's voice and only barely managed to avoid Jak's head when he shot on instinct. Jak ducked away startle, and half-guilty.

"Get your skinny ass over here and start shooting!" Sig ordered the boy, who obliged willingly. "Man was I set up." He growled angrily. "Krew sent me down here to open some old doors with that Ruby Key you found, and when I did, Metal Heads came streaming in from some passage outside the city walls..." He stopped to breathe for a moment. "Just like they were waiting for me! There's one! " he yelled shooting a quick but well aimed shot. Jak leaned over to Sig, unconcerned of being hit by the larger man.

"Krew's dead." Jak said simply without turning to look at the wastelander. Sig wasn't annoyed, but he was pissed at Krew.

"Yeah? Well, he's lucky! 'Cause he would not want me to catch him alive!" Sig swore vehemently. Jak obviously agreed as he chuckled silently over his shoulder. He quickly glanced over his shoulder and signalled for Sig to follow. He wasn't going to leave him behind, not this time.

As they ran from the metal head centipede that dwarfed them both, Jak fell behind, just the smallest bit from his smaller stature. The centipede's scurrying weakened the path, Jak tried to get across to the unaffected section but his jump came short.

He was falling.

He almost gave up before he saw a guarded arm come into his line of vision. It was Sig, who was staring back at him fearful for his life. He quickly grabbed for it and was surprised when he remembered the same hand easily pulling him up single-handedly. He pushed himself up and looked at Sig gratefully, ignoring the deja vu. Sig stared at him confused. He'd seen that fear in Mar. He tried to forget about it. He had barely managed to save Mar and then lost him, but Jak was bringing back those memories.

They nodded silently and continued moving to an exit.

They ran as far as they could but eventually had to stop for breath. Jak held himself up on his knees, catching his breath. This was fun, and way more rewarding, as Sig also needed to catch his breath.

"Let's go. We're almost at the elevator." Jak looked back at Sig, who had managed to catch his breath quickly, a perk of normally breathing in sand, it was much easier to breathe overall.

"Look's like we finally lost 'em, chilli peppers! Piece of cake, huh?" he said to Daxter, watching Jak carefully, with a grin on his face. If Mar grew up to be half this kid, Sig would've been proud to call him a wastelander.

Jak deserved to know about Spargus. But that could only ever be a last resort. Kid wasn't that lost yet.

"Now you boys are real wastelanders!" And Sig meant it. Jak was so much like Mar, honourable and honest as he could be, and compassionate. Something he hadn't lost in Haven City. Sig enthusiastically continued on a battle plan to Jak, as the boy's eyes showed an awe that looked so much like Mar's admiration, Sig couldn't stop himself.

Jak's eyes quickly turned pale, Look out!, as he gasped out a "Sig!" He barely managed to turn before the centipede come down on top of him.

Daxter stared down where Sig had been standing a moment ago, then to Jak. He said nothing. He couldn't. Jak was distraught, with an anguish so harsh drawn across his face.

They walked out silently.

Jak heard Vin's weak message on the communicator, and immediately began to rush there. He had to stop this.

He ran as fast as his legs allowed him, and eventually came to the site. He immediately saw Baron Praxis and some guards, he quietly ran down, hoping to avoid their attention for the moment.

Until Kor landed in between the two groups. Much more athletically than an aging man should, especially when he complained of his 'aching bones'.

"Kor?" Jak choked out. "What's going on?" He tried to ask without attacking the creature. He knew something was terribly wrong. Kor grinned into his face.

"I'm sure you know..." the creature laughed in Jak's face. "deep down in your darkest nightmares!" It's face contorted to display fangs and it's eyes dilated to reveal almost yellow orbs. Jak froze momentarily and back a step. "We've met before, remember?" It growled amused. "Everything's going exactly as planned." It cackled as it tossed the staff away and wings and a tail began protruding from it's form. It's face burst into a familiar mug. One Jak had never forgotten, even before he'd shot them through the rift.

Jak couldn't move as Praxis moved to challenge Kor. The man was tossed like a rag doll and smashed against scaffolding. He fell under the collapsing carnage. Kor left to search elsewhere.

Jak moved and tried to remove the rubble from him. He can't die, not like this! Jak swore to himself.

Baron Praxis tried to prop himself up as Jak helped move the rubble. He coughed weakly, he wasn't going to last. Both of them knew that. "You are my supreme weapon, Jak and I made you." he told Jak hoarsely. "Still, any leader worth his salt always has his back up plan..." he weakly thumbed a remote that exposed a bomb with the precursor stone hooked into it. He looked at Jak, with a hidden deepness in his eyes. "Remember the first rule of a bomb, always make two." he coughed harshly before his eye closed and he lost any movement in his body.

Jak felt no gratitude in Praxis' death. Not that the man who had destroyed his life was dead, but he felt something else, a pain he didn't know to explain. A feeling that felt like anguish. He turned away, he couldn't think about this now. The kid was definitely in danger.