A/N: Anytime during Jak II.
There were the occasional nervous twitters-always strained and anxiety laced. Mostly it was a sarcastic way to retort to an impossible request.
Torn needs enough eco ammo for seven different guns? Yesterday?
Sure! Not like those things were under guard or anything! He'd just walk up to the ammo depo and take his pick!
This program called DWP? Get us everything you possibly can on where they're conducting these experiments? 'Of course!' he'd scoff, clutching his sides in mirth or pain (no one could tell). It wasn't like if he was caught he'd be executed for treason or anything.