So this is my first Jak 2 fic. I was planning to do a Jak 3 fic...but I always find the Jak 2 game more appealing. So this story takes place after Jak is accepted into the Underground. I hope you enjoy this fic and don't forget to review.

Chapter One: A Death Wish

The stern rebel paced back on forth as he placed his hands behind his back. His pale blue eyes would occasionally fall on the map laid out on the table. Grinding his teeth he came to a halt and stared at the clock hanging on the wall. "She's late…again." he muttered sourly as he envisioned the girl sleeping or at the bar. Fists now clenched by his side he forced himself to sit down.

The door suddenly slid opened and there was his favorite rebel…who always had a nag for showing up late. It was a horrible habit he hoped he would break. "Hazel, why are you late?" he asked impatiently as the rebel staggered in with a drunk grin on her face. Torn had the strong urge to strangle the girl and give her horrendous missions…but he knew it would be a hopeless task. Why? Because she knew how to use her charm, despite his stern attitude.

Hazel smiled again and revealed flashing white teeth as she stopped a hand-length away from him. Her dark, brown hair rested on her shoulders as her slender form suddenly pressed against his. Her hot breath caressed his ear as she replied in a slurred voice, "I had a few drinks…then I saw a black cat and went the long way around." Torn sighed heavily and knew she would continue on.

"Did I keep you pacing for an hour for me? My deepest apologies, Torn, it won't happen again unless I spot another black cat." she whispered once more.

"Hazel…please try to be sober for a moment. I need to explain to you your new mission." Torn replied in a weary voice as her lips gently touched his cheek and soon his neck.

"Just for you." she murmured as she began to run her fingers down his chest. Before she could get any lower he firmly grasped her arms and pushed her down on a chest. "So strong, Torn." she hummed as she sat down with a lopsided grin on her face. Torn released his grip on her and returned to his spot behind the table.

The sound of Hazel crashing down on the ground roused his attention toward her. "I can't believe you are one of my best fighters." he sighed again as he traced his jaw line with his index finger. He knew he would have to wait another hour for Hazel to wake up…and he prayed that Crew wasn't as impatient as him.

An hour passed by painfully but he somehow restrained himself from committing suicide. "Get up." he barked angrily as he gently kicked her side and was satisfied when Hazel shifted. Groaning in disappointment her green eyes now stared curiously at Torn, getting up she brushed the dust off of her.

"Torn…what a pleasant surprise." she smiled weakly as her mind felt like mud. Torn nodded and escorted her toward the map and pointed toward the Hip Hog Salon. "Crew needs someone to help escort a barrel of eco to the sewers. In return he will feed us information on the Baron and a hint on his plans." Torn countinued as he noticed her green eyes were no longer glazed but alive.

Hazel nodded and dashed off as she placed a hand, reassuringly, on her gun. The cool air outside brought her, fully, to her senses. Her outfit was exactly identical to Torn and in a way she was joked in the resistance group that she was Torn's twin. She didn't know if she should take it as a compliment or as an offensive comment. But she had bigger Metal Heads to fry than this.

Jumping on a teal-colored zoomer she scanned the city from below. The civilians walked around aimlessly followed by Krimzon Guards dotted among them. Increasing her speed she cutted through the slow moving traffic and wondered if these people were actually going any where. She doubted they did as she closed in on her destination. The smell of acid and waste became lighter as she reached the ports.

Heat traveled lazily upward from the vents on the ground that leads to a dank and gruesome place. It was just her luck that she was going to go down there soon. Parking in front of the entrance of the Hip Hog Salon, she ran her fingers through her brown hair. The door opened up before her and she walked in silently with a smug grin on her face. Crew was not impressed at all.

"Late…but then again you are always late. The shipment is waiting for your escort out back. Hurry up before I make you my dinner." the obese man snarled as he hovered around her. Shrugging her shoulders she pushed against the mirror and a small passageway was revealed. Trotting through the hallway she felt the cool air once more as she reached outside.

There a transporter waited for her, but something told her she wasn't alone. Frowning she opened the door and climbed inside and noticed how oddly warm it was inside. Swallowing the saliva in her mouth she quickly got the transporter up in the air. The sound of breathing was apparent…but she felt that it wasn't her's. Biting her lip she made her way to the sewer's entrance.

"Commander Hazel. I knew you were behind this…and with the traitor…Torn." a voice spat with anger from beside her. Her eyes quickly turned to her right and she caught a glimpse of startling orange hair. "Don't act so shocked not to see me." he countinued in a smooth voice. Hazel wondered how she didn't notice him…she blamed her drinking habits.

"Errol…get out. How in the hell did you get here in the first place?" she snarled out in anger but she did this mostly because she was scared. This was the very man she hated, feared, and loved. It was sickening just to remember what they use to do back in the old days…or what seemed like the old days.

"Praxis asked me to keep a close eye on you when you left. Finally I get word you are coming here and so I just came." he replied in a casual tone as Hazel neared her destination. "You are being stupid if you think I will allow you to transport this eco successfully." he grinned as Hazel gave a quick glance at Praxis's right-hand man.

Landing the vehicle before the entrance she chose to ignore the fact that Errol was here. Hopping out she began to unload the barrels of eco and felt a hand brush against her thigh. "You dress like him…do you like him?" a voice whispered from behind her. Hazel shivered and truly began to hate Torn for making her put up with this.

Before Hazel could think of the idea of getting her gun out of her holster she was soon pressed against the wall. "Give me a reason why I shouldn't kill you…or even better, fuck the living daylights out of you. Tell me!" he whispered savagely as his maroon eyes flashed with rage.

Hazel swallowed her fear and slowly took her gun out as Errol roughly pressed his body against her. Raising her arm straight forward she aimed at the barrels of eco…for if Errol told Praxis then she would be interrogated by Errol. With his savage ways she knew she would spill out the Underground's secrets. This was the only way…the only way.

Back at the hideout Torn sat down at one of the bunk beds, his hands holding his communicator. "Torn…Torn. Do you read me? This is Group Blue reporting in with news." his communicator crackled.

"Torn, here. What's the news?" he asked in his harsh voice as he stared off at the map on the wall.

"Hazel's mission was unsuccessful, sir. We have a report that the shipment was blown up and there is no sign of her body anywhere." the communicator once again crackled with a response as Torn's eyes widened with shock.

"WHAT? I want a full search for her and don't stop until you find her. Also find the asshole that blew up the shipment. I'll handle Crew." he roared at the communicator before chucking it at the wall. The communicator bursted into a million pieces as he realized he lost one of his best soldiers.


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