A/N: Here's the next chapter for Gunner in the Slums. Thanks to Jak and
Daxter for the review, I'm glad you liked the first chapter. I hope you
like this one too.
Disclaimer: If I owned Jak, Daxter, and the rest of the gang, I'd be filthy rich and Terry would actually make an appearance. As it is, I only own Terry, and I'm damn proud of it!
Chapter 1 – Greetings to Life
~Haven City, 11 years later~
Terry is seen walking through the narrow allies of the Slums. She is no longer the little girl that watched her parents die. Now she is a cold hearted killer with the largest collection of illegal guns in the city. She walks purposely down what most people thought was a dead end. If only they new what was really down there.
As she walked a breeze ruffled her chin-length red hair. Her grey eyes scanned the walls of the ally and one hand moves to rest on the gun holster on her right hip, ready to shoot if needed. Even though she wore boots, her steps were almost inaudible.
She walked towards what seemed to be a blank wall, but as she approached it, a door opened revealing a flight of stairs. She calmly started to descend these.
~Torns P.O.V.~
I looked up when I heard the door open, and soon saw Terry walking down the steps towards me. She was calm, but then she always was. Clam and Cold, those two words described Terry pretty well.
I give her a once over as though trying to decide what to say. She wore the same outfit she normally did. Boots that came mid way up her shins, short shorts, a long sleeved shirt, and a jacket that cut off at her waist. She also wore a gun holster on each hip. Like I said, her typical outfit.
"You're late," I told her running my thumb over the blade of my knife.
"What else is new Torn?" she obviously didn't give a damn about her timing. "Did you call me out here so you could tell me I was late or are you actually planning to give me a job?" she sounded pissed, she probably got hit on by some stupid bum with a death wish on her way here.
"I have a little job for you," I smirked, it was interesting to see how far I could push her before her temper got into the red zone.
"Out with it, Torn. I'm not in the mood today. Either you tell me what you want or I put a built through your head. That simple," today was clearly a bad day for my amusement. I've seen what happens to people who don't take her seriously and I didn't plan on having my brain paint the walls.
"I need you to follow our newest recruit. Make sure he gets the job done. Step in if he screws up." She rolled her grey eyes. I assume she doesn't like the job.
"Great, reduced to a babysitter. What next Torn? You goanna tell me to start a Daycare center?" I was right, she didn't like the job.
"Enough Terry. I don't pay you to like the jobs. I pay you to get them done. Now go get it done!" She just gave me that cold look that few men live to see twice.
"Fine. Who's this 'New Recruit'?" she crossed her arms and kept her gaze locked on me. I hand her a photo.
"His name is Jak. That's a picture of him. He calls that rodent on his shoulder Daxter." She glances at the photo nodding slightly at my words. She then slipped the picture into her pocket.
"Fine, I'll keep an eye on him and his rat. He better not try anything Torn, or you'll me out a man," she pauses only a moment. "And a rat." Whey did she have to mention the damn thing? It would be too soon if I ever saw or heard the rat and its squeaky annoying voice again.
"They'll be at the Pumping Station. If you hurry you might get there before them," I turned my chair so it was facing away from her. I listened to her foot steps and the door open and close before I turn my chair back around.
A/N: Wow, two pages. I'm surprised it took that much space. Anyways, if I get at least one review per chapter, you can expect a steady stream for now. Please review, I'd enjoy it if you did. C ya till the next chappie!
Disclaimer: If I owned Jak, Daxter, and the rest of the gang, I'd be filthy rich and Terry would actually make an appearance. As it is, I only own Terry, and I'm damn proud of it!
Chapter 1 – Greetings to Life
~Haven City, 11 years later~
Terry is seen walking through the narrow allies of the Slums. She is no longer the little girl that watched her parents die. Now she is a cold hearted killer with the largest collection of illegal guns in the city. She walks purposely down what most people thought was a dead end. If only they new what was really down there.
As she walked a breeze ruffled her chin-length red hair. Her grey eyes scanned the walls of the ally and one hand moves to rest on the gun holster on her right hip, ready to shoot if needed. Even though she wore boots, her steps were almost inaudible.
She walked towards what seemed to be a blank wall, but as she approached it, a door opened revealing a flight of stairs. She calmly started to descend these.
~Torns P.O.V.~
I looked up when I heard the door open, and soon saw Terry walking down the steps towards me. She was calm, but then she always was. Clam and Cold, those two words described Terry pretty well.
I give her a once over as though trying to decide what to say. She wore the same outfit she normally did. Boots that came mid way up her shins, short shorts, a long sleeved shirt, and a jacket that cut off at her waist. She also wore a gun holster on each hip. Like I said, her typical outfit.
"You're late," I told her running my thumb over the blade of my knife.
"What else is new Torn?" she obviously didn't give a damn about her timing. "Did you call me out here so you could tell me I was late or are you actually planning to give me a job?" she sounded pissed, she probably got hit on by some stupid bum with a death wish on her way here.
"I have a little job for you," I smirked, it was interesting to see how far I could push her before her temper got into the red zone.
"Out with it, Torn. I'm not in the mood today. Either you tell me what you want or I put a built through your head. That simple," today was clearly a bad day for my amusement. I've seen what happens to people who don't take her seriously and I didn't plan on having my brain paint the walls.
"I need you to follow our newest recruit. Make sure he gets the job done. Step in if he screws up." She rolled her grey eyes. I assume she doesn't like the job.
"Great, reduced to a babysitter. What next Torn? You goanna tell me to start a Daycare center?" I was right, she didn't like the job.
"Enough Terry. I don't pay you to like the jobs. I pay you to get them done. Now go get it done!" She just gave me that cold look that few men live to see twice.
"Fine. Who's this 'New Recruit'?" she crossed her arms and kept her gaze locked on me. I hand her a photo.
"His name is Jak. That's a picture of him. He calls that rodent on his shoulder Daxter." She glances at the photo nodding slightly at my words. She then slipped the picture into her pocket.
"Fine, I'll keep an eye on him and his rat. He better not try anything Torn, or you'll me out a man," she pauses only a moment. "And a rat." Whey did she have to mention the damn thing? It would be too soon if I ever saw or heard the rat and its squeaky annoying voice again.
"They'll be at the Pumping Station. If you hurry you might get there before them," I turned my chair so it was facing away from her. I listened to her foot steps and the door open and close before I turn my chair back around.
A/N: Wow, two pages. I'm surprised it took that much space. Anyways, if I get at least one review per chapter, you can expect a steady stream for now. Please review, I'd enjoy it if you did. C ya till the next chappie!