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Erol led Schorn and Krane out to a hidden area behind the Palace. Schorn pushed Krane away until she hit the brick wall surrounding them. She turned around to look at Erol when she saw Erol place his gun on the back of Schorn's head.

"What are you doing!?" Krane screamed.

Schorn began to turn around to face his commander when Erol pulled the trigger on his gun. The bullet entered Schorn's head, blew everything inside out, and killed him instantly. A small spray of blood fell back onto Erol, marking his clothing and face, but he simply wiped it off of his hands and face, and turned to Krane.

"Schorn," she whispered as her eyes dilated. "S-Schorn…" She fell to her knees, unable to cry from the shock running through her.

This…could not be happening. It all had to be a dream of some sorts; Schorn couldn't be dead! He was a young, healthy young man with fifty years or so more to live. Schorn couldn't be the man on the floor with his brains splattered all over the cement and wall. No!

Krane sat there on her knees looking at Schorn's body with his head blown apart and blood pouring out onto the floor in shock. She couldn't say anything more, and her mind suddenly went blank. Every muscle in her body tightened, and adrenaline began to run through her, quickening her heartbeat and breath. Then, two words came to her blank mind.

Kill him.

Without thinking over what she was about to do, Krane jumped up and ran towards Erol. Her right hand landed on his shoulder but before she could do anything else, another gunshot rang out. Krane felt a burning sensation in her stomach, and looked down to see that her stomach was bleeding.

Everything became black.

"Bastard," Krane whispered as her body fell back onto the same cement where Schorn's blood ran.

"She attacked me," Erol said to himself as he looked down towards the two lifeless bodies.

Erol turned around and walked back into the Palace as if nothing had happened at all. Krane opened her eyes for a moment and saw Schorn once more. The rain had caused the blood to run thinner, and she could feel it against her back, joining up with her own blood as well. She could feel his blood on the back of her own head, and when she moved her head, she felt that her hair had become heavy with his blood and parts of his head that had shattered from the rest of his head because of the impact of the bullet.

That was the man she had been with since middle school, the man who had started the band with her, and the man who had always been there for her. His face was still the same, but his hair had grown back to its original brown hair, the same hair he had the day they had met.

"I'm sorry," she managed to say as blood slipped out of her mouth. "I failed…our mission."

"Don't worry about anything!"

Krane finally closed her eyes and on the back of her eyelids saw Schorn the day before she had been transferred into the Jak world. As she thought everything over, she felt a sudden pressure on her chest.

Death… She thought.


After a long, tiring fight with the Baron, Jak returned back to the Underground to see Torn pacing back and forth as Kor and the child watched. Once Torn saw Jak, he turned to him.

"The city is on high alert. What the Hell did you two do?" Torn asked, slamming his fists down on his table.

Daxter jumped onto the table. "Us?!... nothing. We've been... ah... sightseeing, right Jak?"

"Really?! Then why are the Krimzon Guard looking for... 'a dangerous young man with light hair, blue tunic, and a rabid orange RAT on his shoulder'!?" Torn barked.

"Ahh... Could be anyone. Orange is the new black this season," Daxter said, stretching his arms out.

"Look, we've climbed up to the Baron's palace... and... we tripped a few alarms." Jak shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal.

"Oh right... that too," Daxter added.

Torn's mouth dropped open. "What? I didn't authorize a strike on the—"

"Hey, we kicked the Baron's ass. Unfortunately, he escaped," Jak interrupted.

"...AND we overheard a secret meeting with the leader of the Metal Heads!" Daxter exclaimed, throwing his arms up.

Kor blinked. "You saw the Metal Head leader?"

Jak shook his head. No, he was on some communicator, almost like a recording but we heard him talking with Baron Praxis."

"The Baron is bribing the Metal Heads with Eco!" Daxter jumped up, excited to gossip.

Kor didn't seem surprised. "Hmmph... it will never be enough."

"But the Baron's gonna double cross 'em!" Daxter said once more.

"Is that so? Well our good Baron's wonderful 'charm' must have angered someone, because there's word from the Wasteland that Metal Head armies are on the move again!" Kor twitted his fingers.

Jak remembered something, and looked towards Torn. "Why didn't you tell me Ashelin was Praxis' daughter? What's your connection with her?"

Torn growled. "That's none of your business! Since you've stirred up the wumpbee's nest, you and whiskers here need to get four of our people to new safe houses. Shuttle each agent to a location they specify. Move all of them WITHOUT any casualties. Don't screw this up, Jak!"

"Wait," Jak moved his right hand up, "we saw Krane up at the Palace."

"Krane?" Torn blinked. "Shit."

Torn walked over to his radio and began to punch in a set of numbers. Once the numbers were put in, he pushed a black button and moved his mouth towards the speaker.

"Jinx this is Torn over," Torn said, gripping his fists together.

"What? Over," Jinx answered back, sounding annoyed.

"Jak says that he saw Krane up at the Palace. She must have gotten arrested. Over." Torn shook his head.

"Dammit! Now what the foozy do I do!? Shit!…Over."

"It's too dangerous to head towards the Palace now. Wait until this alert is done, then head over there. If you find her—"

"I'm headin' over there now! I can't keep her waitin'!."

"Jinx don't!" Torn yelled. "Jinx? Jinx! Dammit!" Torn slammed his fist against the radio and turned away. "Mar help him."

"Is there anything I can do?" Jak asked, hoping to get out of his other mission.

"Just get outta here!" Torn yelled, moving his right hand towards the front door.

Figuring it would be better not to argue with the angry ex Krimzon Guard, Jak walked out of the door and over towards a large zoomer that was waiting for him. He jumped into the zoomer, and took off towards the person he was supposed to help.


"Thanks!" one of the Underground members said as he walked into the safe house down near the Pumping Station.

Jak waved him off and then began heading towards the Underground's HQ when he stopped in front of the Palace.

"What are you doing?" Daxter asked, ducking down. "If they see us we're gonna get thrown back into jail!"

"I'm looking," Jak answered as he drove around slowly.

"For?"

"Krane."

Daxter blinked. "Why?"

"Because she's an Underground member," Jak explained.

A large crowd of people caught Jak's attention. He drove over to the crowd and parted them by pushing his car towards them. Once they parted, he could see Krane lying down on the floor with bandages wrapped around her stomach.

"Dammit," Jak hissed.

He jumped out of his zoomer and ran to her side. People around him were yelling and telling others to call an ambulance but Jak ignored them as he shook Krane, trying to wake her up.

"Krane!" he yelled. "Krane come on! Are you alright? Answer me!"

Daxter jumped onto Krane's collarbone. "Hey! Come around already!" Daxter hit Krane in the face but didn't get a response so Jak shook her once more.

Krane's head fell backwards as he shook her. Fearing that she might be dying, Jak picked her up and carried her back to the zoomer he had been using. He gently placed her in the back, and jumped back into the diver's seat.

"If she dies, I'll never hear the end of it," Jak muttered to himself once he started the zoomer up once more. "Dax, can you sit back there and check her pulse for me?"

"Yeah."

Daxter jumped off of Jak's shoulder and hopped onto Krane's chest. Moving down he picked up her right hand and felt the area around her wrist. He moved two small fingers over the underside of her wrist and waited for a pulse while he applied a bit of pressure.

"Tell me when it's been a minute!" Daxter yelled over the sound of the engine.

Jak looked at the small clock in the zoomer and once a minute had passed, he looked back towards Daxter.

"It's been a minute!"

"Seventy-five!" Daxter answered.

He sighed with relief. "At least that's stable."


Once Jak arrived at the Underground, he carried Krane inside and placed her down on a bunk bed next to Torn. Torn looked up from what he was doing and saw the blood staining through the bandages, telling him that the wound was still bleeding.

"You found her?" Torn asked, walking over. "Where was she?"

"By the Palace doors," Jak answered, gently placing her head down. "Her pulse is still strong but she's bleeding from her stomach."

"Dammit!" Torn hissed. "We've got another problem as well."

"What now?" Daxter whined.

"Scouts report movement in Dead Town. Creatures moving towards the Sacred Site. Just as before," Torn answered as another Underground member jumped down to look at Krane's wounds.

Daxter blinked. "What happened... ah, before?"

Torn walked over to the right wall and grabbed a medical kit. "Metal Heads broke through the old city wall. We fought them, but then the Baron pulled back, leaving everyone outside the 'new barrier' to die. Only the Shadow stayed and somehow stopped the attack."

"And now you expect us to go out there again?" Jak asked, placing his hands on his hips. "Even after I bring Krane back?"

"You catch on fast! If you prevent the Metal Heads from reaching the Sacred Site, the Shadow will be... most grateful. He might even ask to see you." Torn walked behind his table and picked up a gun barrel he tossed towards Jak. "Hey, I'm probably wasting this, but here's a Vulcan Barrel for that pea shooter of yours. Believe me, you're gonna need it!"

Jak quickly placed the attachment on his gun and left for Dead Town. As soon as he left, the Shadow came up from the laundry room.

"What in Mar's name happened?" the Shadow asked as he walked over to Krane's side.

"We don't know." Torn walked over to her bedside where the other member had lifted up the bottom of her shirt.

There on her stomach was a dent where a hole had once been. The skin around the dent was a pale white color, and a blue vain could be seen going right over the dent.

"Sir, there's no wound. Just an old scar," the member said in awe. "The blood on her bandages must be old, she's not bleeding at all."

"Let me see that wound." The Shadow walked over to Krane's side and looked at the closed wound and gently touched it. "It's been healed with Eco. Whoever helped her earlier must have closed it but who else knows how to use Eco to heal?"

"Whatever, I don't care as long as she's breathing." Torn walked back towards the radio. "I'll tell Jinx to call his search off."


Back up at the Palace, the Baron was sitting on his throne, thinking over his plan to take the Precursor Stone when Overture walked into the room. The Baron waited for him to bow but instead he stood with a glare in his eyes.

"Why was Krane shot in the stomach?" Overture asked, moving his fingers tightly together. "How can you ask for my services but then kill the one person who creates my visions of the past and future?"

"She attacked Erol," the Baron said without care. "My men have been trained to fight back, you should know that better then anyone else. Now, I want to know—"

"Do not dare ask me for a vision!" Overture yelled, surprising the Baron. "My motivation was thrown into the rain as if she was nothing! She was injured enough in the confrontation, she did not need to be shot!"

The Baron stood. "Remember Overture, it was I who gave you the body you're using right now. If I hadn't come along, you would be nothing but a memory!"

Overture felt a sudden pain in his chest. He fell down onto his knees as the pain took over his body. The pain became too much, and he leaned forward onto his left hand while his right hand clenched his chest tightly.

"The rare Light Eco that keeps me going is the only thing that keeps your body moving," the Baron said with a loud, mocking, laugh. "I'd recommend doing what I order you to do or the body you're inhabiting will fade away and die."

"Dammit," Overture hissed as the stinging in his chest became deeper. Blood dripped down from his mouth, onto the floor underneath him as well as spit from his panting.

"Now I order another vision or your Light Eco will be cut down." The Baron crossed his arms.

"In four days," Overture panted out, "four days time the Tomb of Mar will be opened by the man who was on the roof. You will be too late to stop him from going inside, but capture his friends and bring them here. Inside will be the Precursor Stone you are looking for but beware the creature you have created out of darkness."

"Yes, yes." The Baron moved his hand back and forth, dismissing Overture. "You may return to your quarters now."

Overture remained on the floor for a few minutes before he stood back up, bowed and walked out of the front door. Once out in the main hallway, he walked towards the left until he reached the end of a long hallway. There, he took the very last door, and walked into a large room with a massive, blue computer and a small bed.

"Work," he whispered.

He walked over towards the large computer and pushed a small button, opening a round drive. He inserted the disc he had taken from Krane, and opened it to see the recording studio Krane had left two years ago.

"Home," he said, looking at the picture. "We are almost there Krane, do not give up yet."


Jak walked into the Underground once more, with more on his mind then ever. He had found out that he was in the future and that Dead Town was once the place he called home, Sandover Island.

As he walked in, Torn stood there with his arms crossed. "The Shadow has decided it's time to meet you," he said with a grin.

Jak's heart began to pound. The Shadow stepped out of the background and Jak's mouth dropped open: it was Samos the Sage or so Jak thought it was. They spoke to one another only to discover that this Samos look alike had no idea about Jak and Daxter's past adventures and that he couldn't be the same old Samos.

"Right now I need you to go to Haven Forest and root out a few Metal Heads. That forest is my source of power, but I can't protect it much longer. Chase down and destroy all the Metal Head scouts you find there. Good luck... and welcome to the fight!" Samos moved his fist forward, trying to encourage the two boys.

"Can I ask how Krane is first?" Jak asked, looking back towards Torn.

"She's been out ever since you brought her in," Torn answered as he walked over to the bunk bed where Krane lay. "Her wounds were already closed when you brought her in so we didn't have to do anything for her."

"Have any idea about what happened?" Daxter asked, returning to Jak's shoulder. "She didn't like faint in the middle of the street or anything did she?"

"We don't know," the Shadow broke into the conversation. "We'll find out whenever she wakes up."

The front door slammed wide open, and Jinx ran into the room, bumping into Jak in the process. He ran over to Krane's side and looked up and down her body, his eyes mostly landing on the bloody bandages still around her stomach.

"What the foozy happened!?" Jinx yelled.

"We don't know," Torn said, patting Jinx on the back. "We'll know when she wakes up."

"Is she—"

"No," the Shadow interrupted Jinx. "She's very much alive."

Jinx crawled onto the bed, leaning over the top half of Krane's body. He brought up his right hand, and began patting the side of her face.

"Hey," Jinx whispered. "Hey Krane, come on wake up."

He repeated himself a few times until her eyes fluttered open slowly. She groaned and began to sit up when Jinx gently pushed her back down, fearing that she could hurt herself someway if she got up too quickly.

"What the hell happened?" Krane groaned out as she moved her left hand to her head.

"I was gonna ask you the same question," Jinx said back, happy that she had finally woken up.

Krane paused for a moment, trying to remember the last thing that had happened to her when the images of Erol, and Schorn came to mind. Her right hand searched her pants to find that her disc was missing, and then she remembered how Schorn had died. She sat up, pushing Jinx away a bit and felt the back of her shirt only to feel that she wasn't wearing the same shirt she had been before. Everything on her was clean, there wasn't any blood on her.

Did anything happen? Did Schorn really die? Did she get shot in the stomach? Or was everything that happened some kind of dream or nightmare? There wasn't any evidence on her that proved otherwise but then she remembered something.

"Wait," Krane whispered to herself.

Jinx pulled back as Krane sat all the way up and pulled up her shirt enough to see her stomach, pushing by the bloody bandages. She saw the small dent in her stomach, and suddenly, all of the memories of what had happened hours ago began to rush through her.

"He's dead," she whispered. "Schorn is dead."

The group was silent. Krane just sat there, letting her shirt fall back down over her stomach. Everyone waited for her to start crying but she didn't. Instead, Krane just sat there with a blank look on her face.

"Jak," the Shadow turned towards the blond, "I think you should get going."

He nodded. "We'll be back to check in soon."


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