Sorry for the delay. I'm ashamed that I've let this sit for so long, and I don't really have a good excuse...sweatdrop But atleast here's the next chapter. I want to thank all of my reviewers for hanging with me even though this has sorta gotten cobwebby....from now on don't expect updates too too often, but I'll try and get one out once every one or two weeks....cringe I know that seems like a long time, but I have my exams coming up soon, and I'm failing Chemistry so I have to study super hard.I'm getting my report card at the end of the week, and I don't really think that my parents are going to be too pleased with it...well, enough about me, on with the Disclaimer.

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Ch. 6 Back in the Underground

Jak could see evidence of his victory throughout the slums as he travelled back to the Headquarters via 'borrowed' zoomer. Water was everywhere, and all of the citizens seemed to be thrilled. It felt good to help people like this....it almost reminded him of Sandover. He hopped off of the zoomer, Daxter clinging to his neck yelling about Jak being a reckless driver....or something like that.

The first thing that he noticed as he entered the headquarters was Torn. The tattooed elf was always the first thing that he noticed. Jak vehemently told himslef that it was because the annoying elf insisted upon his 'war table' being in the middle of the damn room.

Torn was pacing back and forth worriedly. Jak and the ottsel had been gone for three hours after the water came back on. He just knew that something bad had happened. He could feel it. So, it was a big surprise when he heard Jak walk in the door. He quickly schooled his features so that the green haired elf wouldn't get it into his head that Torn was worried about him...that might make him think that he was special or something.

"The slums water is back on. I'd love to see the heads roll when the Baron finds out!" Torn exclaimed, pounding his hands on the table, and quickly looking at the maps, still contemplating wether or not to send the duo on the next mission. He didn't know if they were ready to handle something this delicate or not.

"Yeah," Jak said as he stared at Torn's back. Why couldn't the elf ever look him in the eye when they were talking? "I'm sure he's losing lots of sleep over this "arm pit" of the city. We've done what you've asked, now when do we see the Shadow?"

Jak wasn't used to demanding things, and didn't really like speaking, but this was something that had to be done. He wanted to go home, and Torn was standing in his way of that. Sure, he would love to help these people, but he didn't like it here. He didn't have anything but bad memories....and he just wanted to forget them. He was so lost in his thoughts that he was surprised when Torn turned around to look at him when he answered.

"When I say so, if I say so, but before I even think about it, I want you to take care of an ammo dump we've I.D.'d in the Fortress."

Torn was pointing to a spot on the map deep inside the Baron's 'home', and in order to get a better look at exactly where it was he needed to go he leaned over Torn's shoulder, and let out a huff of frustration. The ammo dump was going to be very heavily gaurded...probably with advanced weapons, and plenty of gaurds, not that that would be a problem. As a matter of fact it would make it more fun. No matter how he acted on the outside he really enjoyed these missions. They took his mind off of things, and kept him in excellent condition.

All of a sudden he came back to his senses, and realized exactly how close he was to the leader of the underground, who was currently speaking to him. He slowly stepped back, so as not to let on that he found anything 'wrong' with this situation, and tried to pay attention to what Torn was saying.

"Lots of Krimzon Gaurd, constant patrols," Torn was saying. All that Jak could notice though was Daxter, who was mocking Torn from behind. "We know that it's vulnerable, and the underground needs you to blow up all of the ammo inside."

As he finished he swung his arms out, effectively knocking the 'rat' on his ass.

"Get all of it, and we'll deal a body blow to the Baron."

Torn sighed as the ottsel got back to his feet. He was hoping that he had been knocked unconcious so that he couldn't put in a word at the end. But alas nothing can ever stop him. Torn was silently hoping that one day the ottsel would meet someone more annoying than himself, and that he would be stuck with him for a long long time.

"You're sending us in tough guy, so what's with this 'We'll deal a body blow to the Baron' stuff?"

Jak decided it was time to jump in before Torn could say something nasty to Daxter, thus beginning WWIII, or worse.

"That's fine. I want the Baron to know it's me who's hurting him."

And it was the truth, he did.

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I know that this was short, but before the week is out I should have the second part of this, which is the actual mission. I just really wanted to get somthing out, and to make up for the shortness of it I added in some slashy hints....bwahahaha...when he leaned over Torn's shoulder it was all I could do to keep Torn from ravishing Jak....you should have seen the way he was looking at the sexeh little elf. Too bad Daxter was in the room.

By the way, if you were ever wondering how Torn knew that Dax was making faces behind his back I always thought it was because he could see the reflection in Jak's eyes...because of course he would be looking at them...they're just so perrty.