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Enjoy this next chapter, in which we see more of Torn's infamous hospitality. It has a line in it that I think's really funny, but that's just me, the incredible, inedible authoress. Slag, I'm such a silly thing. All right, so the alarms have just exploded into explody noise...

I winced.

“"What the hell is that?”" Torn slammed his hands over his ears.

“"Metal Head!”" A guard motioned to the others and they took defensive positions around the exits.

"“Those are the Metal Head alarms?!”" screamed Daxter. He climbed onto Jak's shoulder. The Glakkickh snatched a gun from the bin. "“Get ‘em, buddy.”"

“"Where is it?”" Torn gritted his teeth. He waved to a guard, who ran over to a wall computer.

I cleared my throat. “"What does the detector-”"

"“Shut up,”" hissed Torn. I frowned at him.

A faint voice came through the piercing alarms. “"This is Ashelin. Torn?"” He snatched his crackling comm. "Torn?”"

“"Yeah?”" He walked backwards to get his gun, scanning the ceiling.

“"What the hell's going on? We're reading a Metal Head in that room.”"

"“In the room?”" Torn's eyes widened. He spun around. “"There's nothing here, Ashelin.”"

"“The detectors don't lie,”" she said.

I tapped my foot impatiently. “"Does the detector recognize Metal Heads becau-”"

"“It's within a metrastandard of you.”"

“"Ashelin, there's nothing here!"” screamed Torn.

The guard at the wall console turned. "“No Metal Heads in the city, sir."” The others looked around uneasily.

The alarms pounded in my ears. I rubbed my forehead, attempting to intercept the oncoming strobe light induced headache. I picked my gun out of the bin and set it to Spartle. Holding it with both hands, I aimed it at the detector arch.

Jak saw me. “"Thrinaxia! Don't-”"

BANG!

Torn whipped around and stared. Electricity sizzled up and down the scorched arch. The deafening alarms ceased, leaving a stunned silence.

Broken, seconds later, by Torn. “"What the hell-”"

"If you would just let me finish,”" I said icily. I spun the gun to off and clipped it to my pants.

Torn scowled. “"Call you back."” He flipped the comm shut. “"You have two seconds to explain yourself.”"

"“The cranial scintillation powering my suit set off a false alarm.”"

All the guards leveled their guns; for the second time that night I felt the heat of ten lasers between my eyes.

"“Don't,”" said the Glakkickh. “"Don't shoot her.”" Daxter looked back and forth between Torn and I.

“"Cranial scintillation?"” Torn's eyes were cold. “"Remove it. Now.”"

“"I can't.”" I unzipped the sleeve of my shirt. “"It's embedded.”" I pointed to the clear casing in my shoulder.

Torn pushed the gun into my face. I glared. “"You another one of those monsters in disguise?"” he said softly.

His finger curled around the trigger. My suit immediately activated, but I didn't think it could deflect a blast point-blank. I shut my eyes and threw my hands up as he fired.

“"Doc!”"

My hands knocked the gun aside, sending the blast to the right. Someone screamed. A guard was down, moaning and clawing at his steaming chest plate. Before I could react, a blur moved in and shoved itself between Torn and I.

Jak. I lowered the shield as he spoke. “"She's not a Metal Head.”"

“"Remember Kor? He wasn't one, either,"” sneered Torn.

The Glakkickh shoved Torn back. “"Don't touch her.”" They fought a silent battle of grinding teeth and stares. Daxter leaned away from the two and grinned at me uneasily. Finally, Jak stepped aside and Torn glared from him to me.

He pulled his comm out. "“False alarm. Everything's under control. Send a medic and a general electrician.”" He smashed the comm shut and narrowed his eyes. “"I don't like you,”" he said, pointing with his gun.

“"You don't stimulate my platonic centers, either,"” I snapped.

"“Jak." He didn't take his eyes off me. “"Take this... woman to the guest wing, room 8. Ashelin will certainly want to begin talking in the morning. Wait, don't leave yet.”" He scowled at me. “"I have to disable all the detector arches between here and there."” He turned and muttered to the guards behind him. They saluted and hurried off.

We waited in silence, as even the ottsel hadn't thought of something to say. The electrician came, took one look at the arch, and whistled. “"What kind of shot was this?”"

“"Spartle,"” I said.

He nodded slowly. “"Right-o. I think I can have this running again by morning.”" He set his metal toolbox down and rummaged through it.

I noted that the medic still hadn't come. The injured guard was in shock. I didn't say anything, though I guessed he had bad burns and would suffer some permanent nerve damage.

“"Set sir,”" Torn's comm crackled.

The commander glanced at Jak. “"Go.”"

Jak looked at me. I set my mouth in a firm line and followed him out.

Dum dee dum! And that's all for now. I have to think about this story some more before I can continue writing... please review! I will be happy and squealy and recommend you to all my friends! Haha.