Disclaimer: I don't own Jak 2 or 3 or any of the characters except for Trista. Naughty dog does.

Chapter Eighteen

I woke up in Torn's bed. Now I know what that sounds like, but I was only there because my apartment had been torn apart by the baron not that long after I had left, and then it was completely destroyed by the metal head and Kg attacks long ago.

I stretched and listened silently to the shuffling of blankets in the other room and Torn's tired grumbling. He was just getting up and probably thought he would have to wake me up as well. I wanted to be able to get dressed before he came in here. I forced my self to leave the beds warmth. Surprisingly, Torn's bed was really soft and really warm, and I loved it. He was making me stay there until he had lined me up a good apartment.

I opened my closet door and pulled on my old battle outfit. You know, the half of a long blue skirt over my shorts. I had seen someone wear this type of outfit before and I thought it was cute so I borrowed the look. Didn't matter really, that girl was killed by the baron several years ago.

Once I was up and dressed, I walked out into the living room and looked around. Sounds in the kitchen gave away where Torn was and I smiled to myself. He didn't seem like the kind of guy who was able to cook. I shrugged a little and wandered into the kitchen and smiled at him. He was standing there with a skillet in one hand and an egg in the other.

"Well look who's up bright and early today. Special reason?" He teased slightly, but I just made a face at him and leaned against the dingy gray wall. In this city, the homes weren't that nice, but he had a rather nice one. Being high up in the underground pays well I guess.

While I was pondering this thought, he had turned back to the stove and in a minute the smell of cooking eggs filled the small kitchen. I smiled slightly as he turned to me and offered me a plate, which I gratefully accepted. He set his own plate down and returned to the counter, only to come back and offer me a fork and a glass of juice.

"Thanks." He nodded and sat across the table from me and ate, reading a print sheet of the latest casualties on each side. I rolled my eyes slightly at this. In my mind, that was a very depressing way to start the day.

We ate in silence and once I finished, I put my dishes in the sink and washed them.

"You didn't need to do that." He said, but I shook my head in disagreement. I was not going to make him do all of the work here. Whatever mess I made I wasn't going to make other people pick up.

I waved goodbye to him and opened the door before slipping outside. Some soldiers who were clad in blue armor walked by and I smiled at them. Torn was pretty powerful now, and I wasn't even sure why. I didn't want to bring up any painful memories for them. I sighed and looked around. There weren't any poor citizens needing protection from these guards.

That's what I didn't get about Errol. I didn't even know how I was supposed to spy on my family. I didn't know what type of information to try and find out. I was about to pull out the tiny transmitter when it flew out of my pack by itself.

"Trista. There's an airship around the corner from where you are. Climb aboard and get back to my base for a minute." Errol's voice was soft enough so the people walking by couldn't hear it. I clicked it off and rounded the corner. Sure enough, there was the airship. I rolled my eyes and looked around. There weren't any guards around, so I climbed in.

Not ten minutes later the airship stopped and I steadied myself before I climbed out. I wasn't one who really liked to fly much, and I didn't think I was going to get used to the feeling anytime soon.

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