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Chapter 4: Off Again
As Jak and Daxter were en route for the gate to the sewers, Keira remained sitting on Jak's bed. 'This is just like everything else he's be asked to do,' she thought to herself, 'but why does this time feel so different?' She shook her head. 'No. I'm just being silly." So she put on a happy face and joined Tess and her Father, who had just arrived, in Torn's old office.
Meanwhile, Jak called Torn and requested the 20 Freedom League Guards to go against the metal-heads with.
"Only 20! C'mon Jak…"
"Yes, I actually think I can handle a little Metal-head problem, Torn." Jak said with confidence.
"Whatever you say, Jak. They will meet up with you at the gate. Good luck," Torn said, hanging up.
"Where does Torn get off thinking you can't handle a few metal-heads anyways, eh, Jak?" Daxter said loudly, feeling the need to add his two cents.
Before long, the two adventurers met up with the guards. Looking them over, Jak saw that there were far more than the 20 guards he had asked for, more like 40. Jak felt like he was being underestimated, but he lead the small outfit nonetheless, mumbling a curse to Torn.
After an hour of sneaking around throughout the sewers, Jak found himself in unfamiliar territory, and counseled with one of the Lieutenants of the Freedom League Guard about their whereabouts. He learned that in 3 miles, they would be out of the city and soon come to where it emptied in the Wasteland. Jak gave the command to send three scouts out ahead to find out where his enemies were. The rest of the guards, and himself and Daxter, took a short rest.
Back at the Underground, Keira had problems of her own. She couldn't shake the feeling that Jak shouldn't have taken this mission.
"A little too much drinking last night, eh?" Samos said, lifting an eyebrow at his daughter.
"I don't think so- I didn't drink a lot and I didn't wake up like this. Its just a headache." Keira said with a yawn. The Old Sage nodded and left her to sleep. 'She just misses Jak," he thought and chuckled at the thought of the two finally getting together after all those teenage years of just staring at one another.
To pass the time, Jak and Daxter were playing rock-paper-scissors when an out-of-breath scout returned. The FL scout was missing the armored plating on his right shoulder. Jak noticed and immediately rose to his feet.
"Sir...They saw us...killed the other two...have w-weapons I've never seen before...They're coming this way... Not long before they get here!" The scout stuttered, leaning over and gripping his knees, trying to catch his breath.
"How many?" Jak asked, trying to formulate a plan.
"More than a hundred."
Everyone looked up, as Jak had put no effort in keeping the conversation quiet. The greatly outnumbered FLGs stood up and the cocking of guns could be heard as they prepared themselves for a skirmish.
Being a hardened combatant, Jak thought through the situation calmly. The cramped space of the sewers and their few numbers put them at a slight disadvantage. There weren't even high ledges or pipes that he could place snipers on.
The clang of metal on metal could now be heard as they fast approached. There were no turns or shortcuts nearby, giving them no opportunity to spread out or flanking attacks. This would be a head on collision.
As shadows began to creep around the bend, Jak thought of something the scout had said. 'Strange weapons? What did that mean?' He was still sifting through his thoughts as he continued to assemble his forces. Daxter sat on his usual spot, atop Jak's shoulder, and barked orders that Jak had already given.