Title: Speed: Haven City Style
Chapter: 5/6
Disclaimer: I don't even own the plot…
Keywords: Pissed-off! Jak, Worried! Keira, and Poor! Daxter
Couples: some Jak/Keira
Chapter Rating: PG-13 for Jak's well versed knowledge of curses and some violence
Genre(s): Action/Drama/slight Romance
Feedback: of please, of please, oh please!
Timeline: same time, same place
Author's Notes: I actually had this ready to be posted last week (yay non-laziness) but alas God was against me. I was loaded with homework and reports ALL do on the same day so there was no Internet time for me. On top of that we're starting Proofs in Geo (die you goddamn Math, die!!!!) so I've been staying after school every day to try to figure out what the hell is going on. School is going to be the death of me. Period.
Story notes: poor Daxter… will the guy never get a break?
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Last time on Speed: Haven City Style
The cable of the dolly rushed past him, scuttled over the pavement, sparked, whipped around. It headed for the rear wheel. Jak knew that if the cable was sucked under the tire it would be over for him.
He reached for the cable to pull it back, but it was too late. The cabled hit the tire and was sucked under it in a flash. Jak didn't even have time to scream.
Jak and the dolly were sent careening towards the tire…
This time on Speed: Haven City Style
Chapter Five- He's Serious"God!" Keira screamed as the bus jumped, like it had run over a bus…
"What happened!?" Stephens demanded as he righted himself after falling from when the bus had jumped. "Did we hit him? Is he…? What?"
"He's not behind us!" Erol called from the back of the bus, craning his neck out the back window to see if he could spot Jak coming forth from the back of the bus in a bloody mess.
Keira and Sig looked at one another in horror. Dear Lord, they must be dragging him! They were dragging Jak in the tires!
Sig dived for the access panel in the center of the bus. As sweat began to dribble down his face, he began unscrew the latch.
--&--
Samos's zoomer kept up alongside of the bus so that the Krimzon Guard chief could try to locate Jak. The bus was moving too fast for him to see anything.
Oh God, if Jak was dead he's never forgive him.
--&--
As Jak rushed towards the tire of the bus zoomer he tried to get a grip on the undercarriage, but he couldn't find a purchase. Without a choice, Jak grabbed a screwdriver from his flak jacket and rammed in into the undercarriage.
He stopped moving and the dolly was yanked out from under him. It was crushed by the wheel and Jak was almost sick thinking about how it could've been him.
Jak held onto the screwdriver as hard as he could. A dark liquid sprayed onto his face and down his shirt. Jak coughed as its smell invaded his nose. He reached out and grabbed a hydraulic line so he could pull himself away from the spray. His shoes scraped against the pavement going fifty miles an hour. Jak looked around, saw a light coming from the hole in the bus, just three feet away. He reached out for it, but there was no way for him to make it.
"Hey!" Jak shouted, hoping to grab someone's attention within in the bus.
Then Sig stuck his head through the hole and reached out for him. "Can you reach my hand, cherry?" he demanded, stretching his limbs as far as they could go. Jak did same, but he still fell short.
Sig withdrew his head and looked around at the passengers in the bus. "Hold my legs!" he demanded and they rushed obeyed.
Torn and Erol reached out and held firmly onto Sig's left legs while Stephens and Mrs. Kamino went for his right. Sig put his head back through the hole and with his new leverage he reached for Jak.
"Come on!" He grabbed Jak roughly by the collar and hauled him. Jak released his screwdriver and grabbed Sig's shoulder. Slowly, agonizingly so, Sig pulled Jak into the bus. Jak hunched over, rasping in pain.
When he could find the breath to speak again, he looked over at Sig and nodded. "Thanks," He managed, unable to say anything else as he drew in deep breaths.
Are you okay?" Torn asked, giving Jak a friendly shake on the shoulder. Jak managed to nod, though his body felt like a paper doll.
"Any luck with the bomb?" Stephens asked him and Jak nodded again.
"Yeah, it didn't go off." There was no humor in those words, but simple truth. Jak pushed himself to his feet.
Sig stood as well and dusted himself off, oddly smiling. "You may be psycho, man, but you go some big round balls."
Jak blinked at him before patting his shoulder awkwardly. "That's very… gross, Sig…" Sig laughed, releasing the tension in his shoulders.
"Can't even pay the guy a complement," Sig muttered to Erol and Torn as Jak wearily made his way over to Keira.
Jak moved over to her and said softly, "How are you doing?" He noticed that her face was pale and her lips trembling. He touched her shoulder lightly.
Keira twisted her torso, her eyes burning with rage, and she hit his chest… several times. "You scared the shit out of me, Jak!" She hit a pointed object on his flak jacket and pressed her finger to her lips in slight pain. She hadn't hurt him at all and the fact that she had been scared shitless made Jak feel slightly, oddly, warm, "Other than that I'm pretty lousy." She paused a brought her finger to her nose. "What's that smell?"
Jak's eyes went wide as he realized what exactly had dribbled onto him beneath the bus, "It's… gas…"
"We're leaking gas!?" Keira demanded in horror.
Jak shrugged and leaned against the guardrail. "We are now," he muttered and Keira got that he had done it.
Keira leaned forward and looked at the gas gauge. It was dropping, barely perceptibly, but dropping. "What you felt like you needed another challenge?"
Jak watched as Samos stared at him in surprise—clearly happy to see him alive—before he laughed. He gave Jak a thumbs up before his vehicle parted from his.
--&--
Daxter's car and another unmarked one fired down the street with their attendants blazing. They were only five minutes away from Praxis's house.
--&--
Jak and Keira eyed the gas gauge nervously. They would be running out of fuel very soon, they both knew that. They had to do something. Or rather… Jak had to do something.
Into his walkie talkie, Jak called to Samos, "Samos? Can you get a fuel truck to pace us here? We're losing gas."
"I'll see what I can find," Samos answered back. "How much time?"
"I dunno. Ten minutes. It's not good." Was the answer.
"Is it going to work?" Keira asked him, her eyes locked on the gas gauge as it slowly depleted.
"I don't know." Jak answered her, unable to lie. To himself he muttered, "Come on, Daxter. Save my life… please."
--&--
Daxter and the others pulled up quietly across from Praxis's house. He and Ashlin emerged from his car and two other SWAT members came from the second one. They moved to the front of the house in standard formation. They stopped at the windows by the garage. The Venetian blinds were pulled down so there was no way for them to see in.
Daxter scanned the house slowly, making out the plan. He motioned for the two SWAT members to go around the back and he and Ashlin hurried around the side.
On the side of the house they saw a door. Ashlin reached out a hand to twist the knob, but Daxter quickly grabbed her wrist, shaking his head. He motioned to her to go around the back, which she obeyed.
He moved over to the window to give it a try. It gave in. From what Daxter could tell it was clean, no wires. He climbed in slowly, pulling his wounded leg in last. He gently landed on the floor and looked around at the clean, white house.
Daxter moved through the living room, heading for the garage. Ashlin came silently in through the back window and joined Daxter. She motioned for the two other SWAT cops to wait outside. She and Daxter both started converging on the garage, their guns raised and ready.
Daxter looked down at his leg just in time to see it trip an electric eye in the doorway. He noticed that the electric eye was wired to something… further in the distance a red light went on.
Daxter looked over at Ashlin, knowing very well there was no point in trying to warn her. Her face was calm, her breathing just a little rugged, and Daxter felt his face go neutral.
They stared hard at each other knowing it'd be the last thing they saw.
The explosion ripped apart the windows, sending the other SWAT cops flying forward, wounded. Their twin moans sounded through the air as the sound of the blast started to die down.
The now shredded Venetian flapped in the gentle breeze, barely caught on fire…
--&--
Jak's cellular rang loudly and he grinned over at Keira before picking it up. "Daxter! Tell me good news, man!" There was a long pause on the other end and Jak almost released the phone in shock. Somehow he already knew.
"I'm sorry, Jak," It was Praxis's calm, collected voice on the other end. "He didn't make it."
Jak's face twisted in raw rage. "You FUCK!" His boot hit the bus so hard it shook. Jak's hands clenched into fists he wished he could pound into Praxis's goddamn face. Keira looked over at him in concern.
--&--
Praxis stood with the phone pressed to his ear. He walked over to the window of his room and opened the blinds. He stared down at Pershing Square near the Race Stadium.
He never at his house at all.
"It was the watch that led him to me, wasn't it? It felt a little hammy to me, building the bomb with my precious retirement gift. But I figured a sign that said 'I'm Howard Praxis' would be pushing it." Praxis chuckled softly.
--&--
Jak leaned against the guardrail next to Keira, flexing his muscles in an attempt to control his rage. "I'm going to rip your fucking spine out, I swear," he whispered dangerously low, picturing Daxter's face as it burned.
"You'll do as you're told!" Praxis snapped. "Now Daxter's gone. Just accept it. Jak, we both know he was the brains of your particular operation. You're not gonna bet me. You're gonna pay me all my dollars. Otherwise you, the wildcat, and every innocent soul on that bus is gonna end up just like your friend. Now pay attention! Are you listening?"
Jak's hand clenched around the phone so tight he could've broken it. Softly, barely controlling his anger, he answered, "Yes."
"Good. Tell them then drop point is at Pershing Square. There's a garbage bag on the northeast corner. Dump the bags and leave. I don't show up until your people are gone and I don't disarm until I'm clear. Getting on towards eleven o'clock, Jak. And I think it's gonna be a beautiful day."
Jak hung up. For a moment he was completely silent and unmoving. Keira started to speak his name when Jak suddenly bashed the phone against the guardrail, furious. He threw the pieces away, gripping the guardrail so tight he could've ripped it off. He kicked it once, twice, a third time before he gritted his teeth and pressed his head against the cold metal, seething.
"Jak?" Keira called softly, feeling immense sorrow for his loss but still needing him to be strong. "Jak?"
Jak couldn't say anything. His rage was too powerful for such things. He rapped his fists against the guardrail, imaging them to be Praxis's face, until they both ran with crimson liquid.
"You just cool it, okay?" Keira ordered, grabbing the waist of his jeans and pulling him towards her as he tried to rip the guardrail off its hinges. "We're scared. We need you. I need you… with a clear head. I know this guy's hurting you and I'm sorry, but we still have a problem here so stop doing the asshole dance and be part of the solution."
Jak still stared out into space, but Keira had drawn the fire out. His eyes were lost and confused as he looked over at her and smiled winningly.
"We're gonna die," he told her without any humor in his grim voice.
"We go this far," she pointed out. Jak still smiled down into her face, his eyes traveling down to her seat where her Haven City University sweatshirt rested. He knelt down and touched the outline of the wildcat sown there.
"I'll be damned…" he muttered. Keira looked at him in confusion but Jak didn't answer her look. Finally he spoke again, daubing her brow, and saying his words in a soft voice, "You… go to the University of Haven City?"
"Yeah," Keira answered, confused and not able to think about what he was getting at because the warmth from his hand was clouding her brain.
"Good football team," Jak told her, his eyes still staring at the wildcat picture on her sweatshirt.
Now Keira was completely confused, Jak's hands or no, "Yeah…"
"Heaven City Wildcats. They had nine straight wins last year," Jak muttered, putting the pieces together. Praxis had called Keira a wildcat, he had been too angry to listen…
"I… ah… wouldn't know…" Keira mumbled as softly as he, confused to his sudden interest in her schooling.
Jak smiled softly at her and her confusion, amused at it, before he answered so softly she could scarcely hear him, "He can see you."
Keira's head popped up to look around and she began to ask him where, but Jak shushed her with a shake of his head. He motioned for her to stay still and act like she knew nothing. He stood and leaned over the guardrail, against the windshield. He titled his head up to look at the large convex mirror that had a view of the whole bus. He could see the thin wires and the red light.
A camera…
--&--
Jak and Keira were on a small black and white screen in Praxis's room. His eye scanned them from time to time as well as the other TVs it sat between. Finally, Praxis's eye came back to rest on black and white TV.
Jak had knelt besides Keira once more…
--&--
"He called you a wildcat before," Jak explained to her. "I didn't even pick up on it. Bastard has a camera right up in your face. He can see the whole damn bus. He's been playing me from minute one…"
"He's looking at me?" Keira asked in shock, suddenly feeling violated. "Can he hear me?"
"Doesn't look like it. He's just watching," Jak answered, glancing up at the mirror before looking back into Keira's eyes.
"What do I do?" Keira wondered, glanced up at the camera, but Jak ushered her eyes back to his.
"Nothing. Act scared."
She sent him a humorless and smile and asked, "What's my motivation?" When, from her trembling lips and pale features, she was plenty scared.
Jak walked down the aisle, speaking into his walkie talkie, "Samos… Samos… are you there? Can you hear me?"
"Jak," Mrs. Kamino said as he passed her. "How long can we keep circling the airport?"
Jak held up a finger to shush her as Samos came on the other line. "Yeah, go ahead, Jak," crackled his voice.
"Samos, I know about Daxter. Listen, there's no time. Is that news van still around?... Good. It's time for a turnaround."
--&--
Samos and his fellow SWAT cops hurried over the news vans that had their cameras pointed at the bus. The police rushed forward and asked for the cameramen to turn off their equipment for a moment.
Samos addressed one of the crewmembers, "Krimzon Guard SWAT. We need this unit. Can you broadcast on a UHF frequency?"
The crew man blinked in confusion but answered truthfully, "Sure."
"Good," Samos said with a nod of this head. "There's a signal coming from that bus. Find it." The crew man stepped into his van zoomer and started to turn the dials on a large computer. After a few more clicks on the dials, the picture of the bus appeared on the screen.
"Good." Samos pressed the nearest video into the dock of the VCR and ordered, "Record over this." The crew man nodded and tapped the 'record' button. As he did so an angry anchorman stormed in, waving his arms.
"Hey! Hey, this is private property! You can't just waltz in here and take it!" He waved his arms franticly, but Samos barely spared him a glance.
"Yeah, why don't you call a cop?"
--&--
Jak stood near the front of the large zoomer looking at the passengers of the bus. They were tense, he could tell, and very, very tired. He wanted to give them reassurance, but he didn't have it in him anymore.
"Remember, no big movements," Jak said quietly, but loud enough so everyone on the bus could understand. He still didn't know if Praxis could hear them or not. "Just looked whipped."
"That ain't gonna be too hard," Sig muttered.
Everyone on the bus tried their best to look casually despondent. Jak leaned against Keira and eyed the gas gauge without making large movements. He frowned at it as he watched it dropped to the 'E' sign.
Was it picking up speed?
--&--
Underneath the bus, the screwdriver started to loosen and the fuel spilled out faster.
--&--
Samos and his team, along with the crewman, watched the weary faces of the hostages record on the video.
--&--
Keira watched as the gas gauge dropped to about a quarter tank. "Jak…" she said quietly, grabbing his attention.
Jak looked down at her, trying not to make any movements as he answered softly, "What is it?" Keira's face was etched in worry and something about it bothered Jak.
"Our leak has sprung a leak. We gotta get off," she whispered, watching as the gauge continued to drop rapidly.
Noticing it as well, Jak brought the walkie talkie up to his mouth slowly, "Samos? Fuel?"
"Five minutes," Samos answered back softly, knowing he had to keep his voice down or risk ruining the plan.
Mrs. Kamino gasped as her purse slid noiselessly to the ground. She stared at it, wondering if she should reach down and pick it up. She continued to squirm nervously, unnoticed by anyone.
Jak shook his head. "Not enough time. Run the tape… we have to unload," Jak ordered.
"We've only got a minute of—"
"Do it!"
--&--
"Run it. Run it on a loop," Samos ordered the crewman and he obeyed without question, tapping the buttons that would loop the tape and play it over and over and over again.
It was their only hope…
--&--
Inside Praxis's loft the image on his small black and white TV blanked out for a moment before the looped picture appeared. In the background Praxis flushed his toilet and zipped up his fly.
He took his seat and looked at the TV that showed him the bus he held hostage. Chuckling, he hit it with the wire of his phone.
--&--
Samos and the SWAT team pulled alongside the bus, preparing to unload the passengers. Their faces are set with grim determination. They knew they would get these people off.
As they did so more rubber began to peel off of the tire. Any second it would pop…
--&--
Jak strode to the door calling, "Okay, Keira." The young woman flicked open the doors using the small lever besides her.
Samos tossed Jak a heavy 2-by-2 and a strong rope, calling out, "Rig the gas pedal and stirring wheel."
--&--
Praxis watched the black and white TV. All the passengers on the bus were quiet and calm.
--&--
As the passengers prepared to get off the bus, the rear tire's rub flapped dangerously against the pavement…
--&--
Jak stood on the back step, holding his arms out for Mrs. Kamino. As she moved down the steps towards the plank Samos and Jak had placed between the truck and the bus he could feel a sense of dread within him. Something told him to get these people off the bus as fast as he could. He pushed Mrs. Kamino into Norwood's arms and held out his own for the next passenger.
"Next!" He cried and looked over at the woman driving the bus while trying to rig it with the items he had given her. "Keira, how you doing!?"
"I'm doing!" Keira answered, rope caught between her teeth.
--&--
The TV of the bus was still calm and quiet in Praxis's room.
--&--
Jak helped Torn across the bridge and then reached for the last passenger to unload, Stephens. Stephens looked at Jak once, a small smile on his face, before placing his foot on the plank to get over to the truck…
--&--
The tread of the left rear wheel peeled off completely and spun out of control.
--&--
Keira gasped as the wheel was wrenched from her grasp. Despite her effort to regain control of the bus, it swerved away from the truck.
Stephens panicked when he saw truck moving away from him. Unsure of what to do he jumped from truck and landed on the plank, his feet scraping against the pavement. As he jumped Jak tried to grab him, but he missed and Stephens was on his own.
Sig reached out and grabbed Stephens's arms. He pulled him up into the truck just as his foot would've gotten caught in the rear wheel of the truck. Sig patted him on the back and Stephens gave Sig a smile filled with relief.
They—and the other passengers—speeded away from Jak and Keira still stuck on the bus.
--&--
Keira screamed for Jak as she fought to regain control of the bus. The bus veered for the terminals once more despite her best efforts.
Jak came up besides Keira as they watched the bus enter the terminals. "Oh no… Jak…" Keira whispered and managed to turn the bus back onto the runway, even though it took all her strength to do so.
"Wedge down the pedal! Hurry!" he shouted to her. They were no longer in an empty runway, he knew. It wouldn't be long before they ran into an actual plane.
He reached to the middle of the bus and picked up the 3x6 floor panel he had taken off the floor to see the bomb earlier. Jak maneuvered the floor panel down the hole, letting it out on the length of rope Samos had given him. The other end of the rope was tied to a seat support. The edge of the panel bounced off the pavement and sparked.
Keira finished tying off the steering wheel and wedging down the gas pedal. "Done," she called to him.
At the same time they both heard an eerie choking sound. Then there was silence. They looked at each other in horror. A single thought passing between both their minds.
Out of gas.
--&--
The speedometer dropped. 58… 57
--&--
Keira rushed from the driver's seat and hurried over to Jak. He reached out and helped her down into the hole and onto the panel.
--&--
The bus careened towards a lone jet on the runway. It was empty save for the driver of the tow truck. It had to be stripped down for repairs.
--&--
Under the bus, the panel sparked as it scrapped its metal protection against the pavement. Keira climbed down onto it, waiting for Jak.
Jak raised his head and looked around the bus one last time. The rope and the 2x4 were holding. Then he saw the wings of the jet came crashing through the windshield. It nearly decapitated him but Jak managed to dunk into the hole with Keira and dodge it. Keira wrapped her arms around his shoulders and Jak hooked one arm around her waist, the other holding the rope.
He released the rope and hugged Keira to him.
From beneath of shower of sparks, Jak and Keira came flying out of the bus. They flew so fast they didn't dare open their eyes. They just clung to one another.
--&--
The rope loosened on the steering wheel and released it…the bus zoomer veered off towards the airplane hanger.
--&--
Jak and Keira skidded to a halt after crashing into a large group of soft orange cones. They blinked at one another before sitting up to see what happened to the bus. They watched as it whizzed by them towards…
--&--
…An empty DC10 cargo plane being towed away by a tow truck. The bus speeded towards it, not stopping but slowing down…
--&--
The speedometer plunged to fifty from the loss of fuel.
--&--
A red light on the main bomb flickered on. Then it went out. The bus exploded…
--&--
The bus exploded while rolling at a healthy forty nine miles an hour. Whatever part of it could still roll plowed into the DC10, which exploded as well. The two machines were nothing more then a huge fireball and a shower of metal.
--&--
Keira screamed and Jak groaned as the fire rocked them. They dived to the ground once more to protect themselves from the heat of the fire. Jak covered Keira with his own body. When the debris finally stopped raining on them, they sat up again.
Keira started at the flaming carcass with parted lips, but Jak was staring at her. Even though she had black soot covering her face and cuts all over her body, he thought her to be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The strongest, the bravest, the most perfect woman ever…
She turned her head and looked at him, blushing lightly. Jak looked over handsome with the fire playing across his features… and he looked so very strong that she wanted to lay in his arms forever. He was… perfect…
"Are you alright?" he asked her, touching the small cut on her forehead.
Keira nodded. "Yes," she answered in a breathy voice.
They stared at each other. Keira noticed Jak still hadn't gotten off of her, but she didn't voice any protests. She didn't have any. The moment between them was intimate… Keira was about ready to burst into tears.
"You're not going to say anything mushy on me, are you?" she asked, a smile covering her pink lips.
Jak blinked at her, the romantic moment ruined when he realized they were both dirty and still in the airport. "What? No."
Jak helped Keira to her feet. For a moment she fell against him, but righted herself quickly enough. Together they walked over to the ambulance in the distance. They both had smiles on.
"Relationships based on extreme circumstances never last," Keira joked lightly, not for a moment—not when it felt so right against Jak's side—believing it. "I've read extensively on this."
Jak smiled down at her, looping his arm around her shoulder, also knowing she was joking. He knew as well as she did it couldn't be true when he felt complete with her curled against him. "You thought that was intense? I do this everyday." He paused and grimaced for a moment. "I think I broke my spleen."
The ambulance rushed over to them and medics popped out and started patching them up. Keira was still talking to Jak when Samos strode over to them.
"How you two doing?" Samos asked them. Jak and Keira looked at each other, almost laughing. Then they looked back at Samos as if to 'eh'.
Samos shook his head and placed his hands on head in exasperation. "Well, maybe I'll be a nice guy and let you have the rest of the day off."
"Oh boy," Keira muttered.
"Oh, Samos, this is Keira." Jak took Keira's hand and pulled her slightly closer to him. "Keira, this is Captain Samos MacMahon."
Samos smiled down at her, noting the way Jak held her hand protectively, and the way the young SWAT cop looked at her. "Hi," he said softly, an affectionate smile tugging his lips.
"Nice to meet you," Keira said smiling slightly, just a tiny bit embarrassed.
There was an awkward silence that followed, kinda tense and kinda cool. The kind you get when you introduce your girlfriend to your father for the first time.
Then Norwood broke it, running over to Samos with a phone in his hand. "It's him, sir. And he wants to know when he's getting his money."
Jak and Keira looked at one another, their mouths falling slightly open. Praxis was still asking for his money now that he didn't have any hostages to hold captive?
Samos growled and ripped the phone from Norwood's hands, saying out loud to himself, "That son of a bitch! I'll tell him what he can do with—"
Keira and Jak got it at the same time. Jak reached out and grabbed the arm that held the phone and said softly to Samos, "He's doesn't know it blew up…" He looked hard into Samos's eyes and willed the plan into his head.
Samos stared at him for a moment, stone faced. Then his eyes widened and he slowly brought the phone to his ear, "Twenty minutes."
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Author's Notes: Yes, I killed Daxter. Yes, and I'd kill him again, too! Mwhahahaha… seriously though his character is supposed to do in the script and the movie and I've swore to be ever truthful to both.
Next Chapter: in which the story ends, there is a train, Keira becomes a victim, Jak gets extremely pissed, and Praxis doesn't go down without a fight!
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Hellmouth2: as you can see I did kill Daxter. Sorry! I had considered doing the whole eco thing, but then I remembered my promise to be true to the movie and script and stuff. Besides, that wouldn't be fair to Ashlin, now.
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