Disclaimer: I don't own any of Jak2 or 3, and I don't own any of the characters other than Trista. Naughty dog owns everything else.

Chapter Six

I sighed as I leaned back against a bunk. We really needed a bigger hideout. Oh well. Torn was back to staring at his maps, though I was pretty sure he was thinking about everything but the next mission Jak was being sent on. This one was pretty important, and I was impressed that Torn chose it. Jak and Daxter were going to turn on the water to the slums, they had left a little while ago.

"Torn, I'm going to go wander around and try to pick up some new information." I called over my shoulder. He nodded and I smiled secretly to myself. Still lost in his own little world. I opted to walk around this time, because it was a lot easier to listen into guard conversations when they didn't think you were of any importance.

"Help! Someone help me!" Wait a minute, that sounds like something I should look into. Breaking into a run, I cursed all the other people I was running past, because no one could miss those screams of terror. They were just afraid to get involved, which meant that there was guard involvement.

"Someone please!" I skidded to a stop as I turned the next corner and hid for a moment, I should at least make sure I wasn't getting involved in something I shouldn't.

"Oh be quiet you little street rat. I've made it simple, you didn't pay your bills, so you have to pay the price." Oh crap. I know that voice well. Errol, the baron's right hand man. I watched silently as the guards beat the poor elf senseless. I really wanted to help him, but I just couldn't do anything to Errol. Wait, what am I saying, this is someone who needs help! I sucked up the courage and ran at the guards. I knocked one over and grabbed the mans arm, pulling him to his feet.

"Hold your fire! Trista?" Errol looked at me strangely and I smiled at him.

"Long time no see Errol."

"Let that man go. He's facing serious charges."
"Sorry, can't do that."

"I don't want to have you arrested Trista." I smiled at Errol, so he still did remember that blood is thicker than water. Yes shocker. I was related to him, we're cousins.

"I'd love to stay and chat, but this guy is coming with me." I jumped straight into the air with the man and landed on the roof. I looked at him and made sure he was listening to my next words.

"We need to run, can you do that?" He nodded and I kept a good grip on his arm, pulling him along with me as I ran along rooftops, jumping on new ones from time to time.

"Let them go. We'll get him later." Errol shouted, and I smiled sadly to myself. Errol had changed when he joined the guard, and he was mad at me when I refused to join myself, but I guess he never really forgot the bond we made when we were little, to protect each other from harm. I shrugged off these memories and whipped out my transmitter.

"Torn, I got a man here who needs someplace safe to stay. Any safe houses nearby me?" I listened to the sound of him checking the maps and sighed impatiently.

"Two houses over is our safe house. Leave him there, he'll be fine, then get yourself back to the hideout." I clicked my end off and jumped to the ground with the man, pulling him inside the safe house.

"You ok?" I asked, though he seemed fine to me. He nodded and I turned to leave.

"Wait!" I looked at him and he was slightly smiling at me.

"Thank you. I'm Rade. I owe you my life."

"Just doing what's right. You'll be fine Rade, you don't owe me anything." I smiled slightly as I left and ran back to the hideout. He seemed like a really nice guy. I was still thinking about my chance encounter with my cousin when I walked back into the hideout. Jak was just leaving, sent on another really hard mission again. Torn just nodded his approval at me and I laid down on a bunk.

This has been a really long week. I need a break.

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