Author's Note: Yay some action! (Finally right?) XD Again I don't own anything from the Jak Series.


Chapter 3


Keane hadn't the slightest idea pertaining to what time it was when he finally turned in for the night, but he was certain that Erol and the others hadn't returned from their night on the town yet. He shook his head as he passed by their empty rooms, wondering if anyone would notice their prolonged absence. 'Doubt it.' He muttered as he shut the door to his room and collapsed on his bed.

A young Keane trembled in fear before a large man who towered menacingly over his small form. His green eyes swelled with silent tears as the man screamed furiously at him, demanding something. Keane shook his head reluctantly and was hit hard in the back by the butt of a gun. He cried out sharply in protest, and in return was grabbed by three large men. His attempts at fighting back were futile and he was eventually thrown violently to the hard stone floor. A man's sneering face appeared at the small window to his cell and waved at him mockingly.

Keane awoke with a start, covered in perspiration and panting heavily. He took a moment to catch his breath, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. Burying his head in his hands, he gritted his teeth.

'Another nightmare.' He thought bitterly. He'd been having them almost every night for the past two years. They always involved Keane as a young boy being questioned and apparently always giving the wrong answers. The large man was also a regular character in his nightmares, but this smirking fellow was new. Keane lifted his head as he thought back to that sneering face. There was something haunting about that man that made an uneasy feeling wash over him.

Trying to clear his mind, he looked over at his clock and rolled his eyes. 5 am. Keane still had a good half hour of sleep left, but he knew he wouldn't be able to fall back asleep. Not with that face still fresh in his mind.

He stretched and went about his morning duties, and was onlymildlysurprised when a sharp knock sounded at his door. "Are you awake yet, freak?" The voice of course, belonged to Erol.

Keane opened his door and stifled a chuckle. There were heavy dark circles under Erol's eyes, and they had a bloodshot appearance to them. His vivid orange hair was disheveled, and to put it bluntly, the man before him looked like a zombie.

"Looks like someone had a good time last night, eh? And just how many drinks did you consume, Commander?" Keane stressed the last word, and narrowed his green eyes at Erol.

"Shut the hell up freak. It's none of your damn business what went on last night, so keep out of it." An aggravated tone was present in Erol's voice, but his eyes held a glazed appearance.

Keane shrugged his shoulders lightly. "Easy there buddy, I was just asking alright. It's not my fault you drank too much." He smirked lightly, running a hand through his shaggy hair.

Erol grunted in response, before remembering his reason for coming. "Well, what the hell are you waiting for? We're being sent out on our first mission, and I won't stand for anyone being late, Lieutenant." Erol spat out the last word and turned sharply on his heel. While Erol did get the satisfaction of ordering Keane around, he wasn't very pleased with the fact that he had been appointed Lieutenant.

Keane smiled shutting his door, and grabbed his KG armor off of the floor. Opening a drawer he pulled out two of his knives and placed them in their sheaths on either thigh. He strapped his gun to his back, picked up his keys and headed down to the conference room.

Upon opening the door to the conference room he found Erol speaking to the other members of the KG.Erol looked up instantly at the creak of the opening door, and smiled maliciously.

"How nice of you to join us Lieutenant. I was just briefing the men, care to join us? I'm certain you are well aware of what we are dealing with here." Erol knew this was a perfect opportunity to make Keane look like even more of an idiot in front of the other men.

Keane strode forward coolly, taking his position of standing beside Erol at the head of the table. "Certainly Commander. It would appear that a small portion of the Metalhead army is trying to breach through the walls surrounding the northern part of the city. We have been issued the orders to annihilate all of the Metalheads and to restore order to this sector."

Erol said nothing, and merely gawked at his Lieutenant for a few seconds. Regaining his composure he turned back to his men. "That's correct Lieutenant." He hissed through clenched teeth. Keane smirked and mouthed the words 'Communicator.'

On his way down to the meeting he had called up the outline of their first mission on his comm. unit, which wasn't very hard to do being Lieutenant and all.

After mapping the coordinates and the plan, the new officers and members of the KG boarded their cruiser. The ride there was relatively silent as Keane had the misfortune of sitting next to Erol, who chose to occupy his time by staring blankly out the small window. As soon as the cruiser touched down, the men leapt out of it, anticipation surging through them. Erol was the last one out, and he pulled his pistol from its holster on his left thigh and cocked it.

"All right men, you know the plan so let's not waste any time. Split up into your assigned groups and move out." Erol motioned for his group of men to follow him and sent a parting glare towards Keane.

Keane ignored Erol and turned his attention to the men he had been assigned. The majority of them were none to pleased to have the 'freak' issuing their orders, but they knew the penalty should they try anything funny.

"Listen up. Our orders are to sneak up and attack the Metalheads from the east. Erol and his forces should arrive at the same time we do and will begin their attack from the west. With the Metalheads surrounded we should be able to destroy them quickly and effectively." Keane nodded solemnly to his men, and turned, heading off towards their destination.

It wasn't long before they could hear the snarls and growls of the Metalheads and the clash of metal and stone as they hacked away at the wall. Keane motioned silently to his men, before drawing one of his daggers.

Back somewhere to the west of the Metalheads, Erol and his men had failed to move into position. Apparently Erol had misread his directions, due to either his hangover, or his lack of concentration. Cursing, Erol looked around frantically, trying to figure out just where they had ended up. His men started mumbling amongst themselves, questioning his authority.

"Everything all right up there Commander?" One of Erol's men stepped forward, wondering just what the hell was going on.

"Did I say you could speak, because I don't recall saying anything like that at all. So shut the hell up and get back in your place."

Erol sneered, the annoyance present in his voice. He grabbed the man by the neck and threw him to the ground, who glared up at his Commander but did nothing.

Erol knew they were lost; in fact he was certain of it. And rather than using his communicatorto call up a map, he was instead planning just who he would blame this mishap on.Then there was the fact thathe had high hopes that something would happen to Keane, for he knew that there were too many Metalheads for one small group of men to fight.

Keane gave the signal, and instantly charged at the Metalheads. With a quick jab, he sunk the blade of his knife deep into the flesh of the nearest Metalhead, and landed a swift kick to its face as he retracted the blade. It screamed in agony before falling to the ground dead.

The shriek of their fallen comrade got all of the other Metalheads' attention, and they instantly started attacking the KG. Shots rang out from all sides, the bright flashes of light blinding those around. Two KG men to the right of Keane fell almost instantly as one of the Metalheads equipped with a gun shot them both with perfect accuracy. Keane landed a swift uppercut to the Metalhead, and stunned him just long enough to finish him off with a well placed punch.

Keane spun around just in time to see a large Metalhead charging full speed at him, and he forcefully sunk his knife deep into its stomach. It screeched, pulling the knife out with a sickening noise, and threw it to the ground, only to continue its attack. Keane jumped out of the way, but wasn't quick enough. The Metalhead's fist made contact with Keane's chin, and he fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Groaning and shaking his head to rid his double vision, Keane rose to his feet and dodged the Metalhead's next attack. Pulling out his other knife, he sliced through the Metalhead's arm as it ran by, only to find it was not finished off yet. With another cry, it wheeled around, clutching its wounded arm, and headed for Keane once more. Keane was ready this time though, and he kicked the Metalhead square in the jaw, watching with satisfaction as it fell to the ground.

Panting heavily, Keane spared a quick glance around to see how his men were fairing. Unfortunately it seemed that there were more dead or critically injured lying on the ground then those up and fighting. And where were Erol and his men? Keane sighed knowing he didn't have time to dwell on Erol's whereabouts.

A shot flew by his left arm, barely missing him. Looking up Keane saw the Metalhead that had fired the shot. Running towards him, he scooped up the knife lying on the ground and threw it forcibly with his left hand. It sliced through the air, and sunk deep into the Metalheads chest. Screaming horribly it fell backwards.

Suddenly something grabbed him around the throat, and began squeezing. Keane could feel the power surging through the large creature as it tightened its hold. He struggled as best he could, trying in vain to fight off the Metalhead behind him. He could feel his windpipe collapsing, and gasped for air. Consciousness began to escape him as the Metalhead held on tightly. A shot rang off, and at last he felt the grip loosen as it fell to the ground dead.

Rubbing his throat, Keane saw the KG that had saved his life. But this wasn't the time for thanks, for the Metalheads seemed to never stop coming. Keane ran over to one of the dead Metalheads, prying his knife from its chest. The blade dripped with the sticky dark fluid, and the scent was surprisingly rancid.

As he stood up, he noticed that a small swarm of scorpion-type Metalheads had surrounded him. Knowing his knives wouldn't be any real use to him in this type situation, he pulled out his Scatter Gun. Cocking it he pulled the trigger, firing shot after shot, watching as the small Metalheads fell in groups. Smirking, he put it back in its holster and spun around to face the next Metalhead. He kicked it in the knees, a well-known weak spot and watched as its knees buckled and it fell. Knife ready, he stabbed it viciously until it was immobile.

He had bent over slightly to do this, and therefore didn't see the Metalhead behind him. It whacked him hard over the head with its gun, and Keane collapsed instantly. He could feel the blood running freely from the wound in the back of his head, and the small trickle of it dripping from his lip.

The Metalhead took aim, and fired. Keane rolled out of the way, the shot grazing his right shoulder. He screamed and grabbed his wound, kicking out at the beast above him. It dropped to the ground in pain, and Keane saw his opportunity. Rolling onto his good side he sent a well placed kick towards the injured beast. Anger surging through the Metalhead, it rose to its feet and punched Keane with a large balled up fist. Keane grunted in response to the pain he felt, and sent kick after kick at the beast. Finally it fell one last time, and Keane was able to rise feebly to his feet.

A pool of blood lay on the ground where Keane's head had been, and he tried not to think about the mind numbing pain in his skull. He looked around at the ongoing battle, trying to right his vision. Growing dizzy he struggled to keep his balance, but ended up in failure.

He fell awkwardly to the hard ground, his body going limp upon impact. Grimacing in pain, he struggled to open his eyes watching as a Metalhead swiftly killed another one of his men. He didn't hear the approaching Hell Cats, or see the reinforcements that had been sent out. He only felt the steady pounding of his head, and the ever slowing beating of his heart.


Battle scenes are fun-cough- I just need to learn how to write them more smoothly though.-cough- XD

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