Chapter 2

Two people stood infront of the door, a man and a woman. Both where finely dressed, in good clothing. They looked like they worked for a huge company. The man was taller than Jak himself, but Jak was quite confident he could whoop this guy. The woman was about as tall as he was, her deep brown hair reaching down to the middle of her back, by the looks of it. She stared at him in awe, as though she had never seen something like this before. Like he was something to be stared at. Yeah, right.

The finely dressed man, however, looked at the young man in a different way. His look was something of disgust, maybe a little surprise. "Have we got the right house?" he asked, his voice confident and strong. The woman stood at his side, silently. She was probably just a co-worker, maybe an apprentice like thing.

"It depends. Who are you looking for?" the blonde man replied, trying to sound helpful. Frankly, he was more interested in watching the wallpaper peel than watch these two.

The tall man pulled a slip of paper out of his pocket, reading it, then reciting the name written on it. "It just says 'Jak'. Do you know anyone by that name? Someone who lives around here?" He asked, peering over the stranger's shoulder, into the house, if you could call it that. Maybe this guy had a roommate?

So many questions, it was getting to be to torture. "Yeah, I'm him," he muttered, immediately wishing he had re-worded the sentence. He noted the shock on the intruders faces, as though they had expected this 'Jak' to be some sort of well dressed weirdo, like themselves.

"W-well then, Um... Jak, we'd like you to come with us," said the Woman, speaking for the first time, her voice like honey. She sounded unsure, almost afraid. She was definitely new to the job.

He'd heard that one before. 'We'd like you to come with us.' That means you're in trouble. In trouble with the Law. Not good, not at all. "Damn. Your undercover cops, aren't you? Well, tell whoever sent you that I already did my time. And I'll pay my bills. I'm not going anywhere with you. So you can take that and shove it up your ass," He said, turning to walk away. He never liked the cops. He had practically fought that war by himself. He had saved their sorry butts and they dropped him in the middle of the wasteland.

He turned, and began to walk away, back into the depths of his third story shack, only to have the mans voice burrow back into his ears. "Sir, we are not police, nor are we with any sort of military group," said the man, in his oh-so professional voice. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Cairo Marscand, and this is my associate, Koralyn Signor. We'd like you to come with us; we have an important job for you. Very important."

"Fine," Jak replied, in an impatient tone. "Can I just get some of my junk?"

Sorry my chapters are so short. XP I'm sorry. The next one is longer…. I think.