The Car they are in is like the Jak and Daxter version of a van.
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The plan was simple, yet Jak was still puzzling over it, hoping that it had no errs. Jinx would remain in the car, as his torture wounds had been acting up too much for him to break into the Intelligence Center. Jak and Daxter would use the security codes they had hacked from the Tourist Woman's computer to be able to get past the gate guard, and into the main facility itself. From there, they would sneak around, trying to locate the Cyberkey.
"Okay," said Daxter. "Here's the plan: Jinx stays here, me and Jak bust in and take 'em out."
Jak rolled his eyes, and loaded the Kreon Corp. Handgun. He wished that he had the morph-gun still, but, alas, it had fallen out of his pack when he had been hit by that pulse. He checked to make sure he had everything needed, and then said, "Dax, it's time to go."
Jinx waved at them as they left the car, and called, "In case you to get blown ter bits in there an' we ain't ever gonna see each other again, goodbye!"
Jak felt a chill run down his spine when he heard "an' we ain't ever gonna see each other again" but continued towards the Intelligence Center.
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Daxter couldn't believe their luck! Just give the gate guard the codes, and they got into the Intelligence Center perimeter, no questions asked! Of course, the codes were the highest security ones in the entire City, reserved for special emergencies, so no wonder the guard was in awe of them. The ottsel, however, decided to put the cause of their easy entry on his good looks.
They were walking through the parking lot when the first part of the plan went wrong. Two men in black suits had spotted them, and charged, apparently knowing who Jak and Daxter were. Jak, on Light Jak's urging, had been prepared to knock them out, when suddenly; he felt a sudden surge of Dark energy.
It's my time to play!
Jak was helpless to watch as Dark Jak ripped the guards apart, snapping one's spine, and ripping the others' neck apart. To add to Jak's discomfort, Daxter said a stupid remark, "Gruesome! Jak, I think your Dark side needs to take some chill pills."
The Dynamic Duo walked through the door, and into the main facility, Dark Jak still in control, unfortunate for the woman who went up and questioned them. After they had disposed of the body, Jak took back control.
You seriously need to become less violent Dark.
The pair of friends was walking to an elevator when suddenly Jak heard a voice. "There they are!" Then, a group of heavily armed guards came around the corner, firing deadly weapons of various sizes at them. Daxter screamed as Jak began shooting back, using only his handgun.
"Jaaaaak, I think that now may be a very good time to RUN AWAY!"
"I'm trying Dax!"
After Jak had shot a couple of the guards, the rest retreated to get under cover. Jak ran into an elevator, pressing the button that said "Control Room". The guards charged him, but the door closed just in time, and Jak and Daxter were safe. Or so they thought. Suddenly, the elevator stopped moving, and there were noises beneath the floor. "Jak, they're trying to cut through the floor!" Jak broke open the roof, but could not climb the walls.
You must allow me to take control. Only I can fly us up the elevator shaft.
No! Stay and fight!
Sometimes I grow tired of fighting. Light, I'll let you take over.
You are wise Jak.
Then Light poured from Jak's skin and eyes, and wings, made of tentacles, grew from his back. Daxter had to comment, "Y'know, this totally creeps me out when you change forms, especially now that they talk on their own." Light Jak flew up the elevator shaft, far faster than the perusing guards could ever go. He then landed on the control floor, and spoke to Daxter.
Little one, try and use the wires to make the door open.
Daxter replied, "Wouldn't it be easier just to break it open?"
Breaking it open is too destructive.
"You're weird," complained the ottsel, but he opened the elevator door anyways.
He's right, you are weird.
The Light slowly dimmed, and Jak resumed control over his own body. The hero walked down the hallway, avoiding all of the cameras that were scanning the place. This hallway had strange blue lights, and all of the rooms to the sides were darkened, and totally empty. Jak briefly passed a sign that said, "Remember those officers lost in the war against crime". He looked at a disturbingly long list of names of men and women killed in the Gang Wars which were destroying the city.
We must help this suffering metropolis against this dire threat.
Let them handle it on their own, it's not your problem. You've done enough for this city.
He did not have to go far, before his arrived at a large, important looking room titled "Control Room". Jak broke into the control room, knocked out the security officials monitoring the cameras, and then took control over the security system of the building. Lucky for Jak, Vin had seen fit to teach him some basic computer skills. He sent a memo to all of the guards.
"Attention all guards. The enemy agent is on the ground floor. He unleashed some sort of virus, the cameras are going down!"
With that, Jak deactivated the whole security system, and then headed toward the City Council room. Luckily, the guards were all very fast, and had already abandoned the highest floor, and were all at the Ground floor. Jak saw the council room, briefly wondering why they had no security whatsoever. Jak paused when he reached the door, and then walked in, Daxter on his shoulder.
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Jinx leaned back in the chair of the car, smoking his best cigarette. He was relaxing, and felt a bit guilty about it, after all, wasn't Jak doing all of the work, while he just sat here? But Jinx dismissed it, as Jak had not been tortured. Surely torture got you out of doing difficult missions, didn't it? The first time he had been tortured, by Dr. Saserpov, he had gotten out of having to do missions for the Underground. Well, he had ceased needing to do missions for the Underground because Torn kicked him out; for Jinx had given away many of the Rebellion's secrets, and his escape had resulted in the execution of his comrades. Jinx thought sadly of the other Dead Men, especially Jark Harrikan. Jard had not been executed due to Jinx; Jard had died from the torture, because Jard was the only one strong enough to not give away any secrets at all.
Jinx was awoken from his sad reflection by someone breaking into the car. Jinx tried to get up to shoot him, but his leg, where Voltage had stabbed him, suddenly stung and the bomber collapsed. The man who had broken in looked down at Jinx, and Jinx looked up at him. He had orange hair and a tattoo over one of his eyes. His ears were severed, and he had a slight beard.
"Hey, I thought I saw ya on th' TV durin' the Combat Racin' competitions a while back. Wasn't ya named Shin? Nah, it was Shid. Or was it Shik? Or could it have been Sh… nah, it couldn't have been that. What parent would name their kid…?"
The man with the orange hair silenced Jinx by kicking him. "My name is Shiv, and yes I was in those races. In case you forgot, I worked for Mizo, and now I work for the New Boss."
"Ah, so yer New Boss was a bud of Mizo, an' wants ter kill me fer bein' a friend of Jak?"
"Actually, Kreon sent me to kill you. He's good friends with the New Boss. Those two, and the Marauderking, have formed a Trio of plotters, though what they're plotting, I can't say. But now, it's time to die."
"Guess Kreon was mad that his pet cyborg died," muttered Jinx as he jumped up, despite the pain, and slammed into Shiv. The criminal was far stronger than Jinx, and through the smaller bomber into the wall of the car. Jinx rolled down, and scrambled for his bags. Even has he searched through them for a weapon, Shiv picked him up and threw him to the floor of the car, pulling out a large, menacing gun.
"Any last words?" the hired killer asked.
"Yah, y'know, I never wanted to die by a gun. Always wanted to go out with a bang, y'know? 'haps in a bomb accident, or a broken fuel tank, an explosion, sort of thing. I know ya got me, I ain't escaping with my life from this, but maybe I might be able to choose my own death. An' take ya out with me."
Jinx opened his hand, revealing the bomb he had removed from his bags and then pressed the button on it. Shiv tried to run, but he was just too slow. The explosion blew the car apart, melting the road beneath it. Jinx and Shiv were both vaporized in the extreme heat. Jinx may be dead, but the death he chose prevented Shiv from receiving his payment, a fact that the bomber would have found funny. So did Jinx die; as an agent, hero, traitor, criminal, bomber, and wastelander.
