Corad: I live! Well, sort of anyway. Ok, here is da next chapter. I thought this one was kinda boring, so if it is, then go ahead and blame me. I wrote this chapter a while back, so I hope you guys will like it anyway. Thanks heaps for those nice reviews! You guys make me happy to write!
Don't own Jak and other...never will. Own this story plot though, and Sharok me-man. Enjoy! I hope...
Chapter 18 – Night at the Naughty Ottsel
Jak and Daxter spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing upstairs on their beds. Daxter had found his new edition to his magazine collection. A collection that Jak preferred not to know about. And Jak, he found amusement out of cleaning his gun, which was covered in a selection of dirt, grease, blood and dark eco. He removed parts of it, cleaned it thoroughly, and then replaced them. Once he had finished, he held up his gun and admired it.
"Nice job Jak. So ah, when do I get mine?" the Ottsel said after taking a quick look at the shiny gun in Jak's hand. Jak lowered the gun and raised an eyebrow at his friend, feeling slightly confused. "Well?" he pressed on, scratching himself on the arm. Jak watched as a selection of dirt, dandruff and other things (aka bugs) fell out his fur and onto his bed. "That is disgusting. Geez Daxter, bathe ya self. No way I'm gonna scrub you in the tub," Jak muttered, shielding his eyes from another wave of dirt and dandruff falling out.
"Fine, I'll do it myself. Some friend you are Jak," the Ottsel spat sarcastically, leaping off his bed and heading to the bathroom door. He took one last look at Jak before putting his nose dramatically in the air at slamming the door behind him. So, Jak sat in complete silence for the next ten minutes, polishing his morph gun further. He was enjoying being alone, until he heard quick footsteps running up the stairs to his room.
"Jak, your communicator has been beeping for the last two minutes. Hurry up and deal with it!" Erol snapped, tossing the communicator at Jak forcefully, before leaving the room again. Jak glanced up at the door to make sure Erol was gone, before flicking his communicator on. He lifted it to his ear, and spoke quickly into it.
"Hello?" he asked, placing his gun on the bedside table. He was met by Torn's harsh voice on the other end. "Finally picked up Jak. God, what were you doing? Samos here wants to remind you about our decision for your wolf problem. Just stay inside, no matter what. It should be going dark soon keep in mind. One last thing too, have you found my schedule yet? I've searched this dump thoroughly but can't seem to find it. I'm guessing it's in the bar somewhere. Thanks Jak. Talk to ya later," Torn said, before hanging up.
Jak switched his communicator off and placed it beside his gun on the table. Finding Torn's guard schedule in this mess would be hard, but he knew it had to be done. Last thing he wanted would be Torn barging in in the dead of the night looking for it. So, Jak decided to get off his bed and head downstairs so he could at least spend a few minutes having a quick search.
He wandered out his room and down the stairs, stopping short at the bottom and glancing around the bar. He couldn't see any sign of Erol, but knew he'd be back sooner than he wanted. Upstairs he could here Daxter singing in the bath happily. It was a fairly poor effort of singing, but singing nonetheless. Deciding to try and shut it out of his head, he began searching through a stash of boxes in the centre of the room beside the table.
There was nothing in them though which looked like rosters for patrol. Nothing at all. "So, it's not in there. If I were Torn, where on earth would I put it?" he asked himself, glancing to the bar counter. He didn't hear Erol return, but when he finally knew, it made him jump.
"If you were Torn, you'd be dead right now. God I hate him, just like I hate you. However, I have been asked to show mercy to you, but to Torn. He's another matter," Erol sneered cruelly, walking up behind Jak and passing him to reach the bar counter. Jak watched in hatred as Erol sat down heavily on a stool again, massaging his shoulder.
"What are you looking at?" the ex commander spat after realizing Jak was staring at him. Jak's eyes turned to slits, before he turned away from Erol's penetrating stare. "Nothing of your interest. I'm searching for something, and if I found out you took it, you'll be out of here faster than you can blink," Jak shot, glancing to a pile of folders on a table in a booth. He walked over to them, and began flipping though one.
"You're looking for this, aren't you? Found it before Jak. Debated whether or not I should burn it. Pissing Torn off would be a pleasure," Jak heard Erol mutter, before he turned around to see Erol holding a piece of paper under his lighter. The same lighter he threw in the trash can. He strode over to Erol, and tore the paper out his grip before the flame met it.
"Where'd you find this?" he spat, his eyes gazing down the paper in his hand. He read the first two scheduled days, before looking up at Erol for an answer, which he had not yet received. "Well?" he said, raising an eyebrow towards the other elf. Erol snickered before rising off his stool.
"I found it. That's all you need to know. Now, if you excuse me, I am heading out for the night. Won't be back till early morning. Good night, Jak," he hissed, striding past Jak and exiting through the door. Jak heard the door slide shut instantly, and he turned around just to make sure he had in fact, gone.
Once satisfied he was alone, he moved over to a stool and sat down. He decided to take a closer look at the schedule he was holding to take away some of the boredom which had arisen in him. Jak held up the paper, and looked down at it, reading along the days. He knew he wasn't an official member of the Freedom League, but maybe Ashelin or Torn had decided to let him patrol for once. He roamed his eyes along today's schedule, and rested them on the names of the guards.
He realized after reading them a few times that Sharok's name wasn't on the roster. Not until next week anyway. He laid the roster down on the bench confused, and stood up, heading to the room to see if Daxter was out of the bath. From the sounds of it, Daxter was still in the bathroom, singing his head off. Jak decided to just sit on his bed in the meantime, hoping that his ottsel friend would indeed be out soon.
He was met by a loud ear piercing scream when Daxter finally opened the door, a mini towel around his waste and a mini shower cap on his head. "Pervert!" he spat, clutching the towel tightly and glaring at Jak. Jak raised an eyebrow, and watched as his friend ran back into the bathroom and slammed the door. "I think he's had too many sugar based snacks," Jak muttered, lying down on his bed.
Daxter returned about a minute later, his shower cap and towel gone again. Why he actually over reacted before was still a mystery in Jak's mind, but now that he was out, he could tell him his findings. "Daxter, listen to this ok. You know how Sharok was on duty today; well he's not even scheduled to start till next week. Don't you think that's strange? I mean, he lied to us," Jak spat thoughtfully, as Daxter grabbed his brush and made his mattered, orange fur a little more presentable.
"Stuff happens Jak. I told you he was weird, no denying it. Now, what are we having for dinner?" the Ottsel asked, wandering over to Jak and leaping on his chest. Jak glanced down at him, and smiled lightly. "I don't know. How about just get what you can find tonight. Maybe tomorrow we'll plan a proper dinner," Jak said, sitting up, forcing his friend to leap off him. Daxter growled in disappointment, and disappeared out the room. He could hear the bar fridge opening in the distant and rolled his eyes.
Maybe Daxter was right. Maybe Sharok was a weirdo, but he still wanted to find out the truth from him. He had it all set up in his mind. He'd go to him first thing in the morning and demand an explanation.
Corad: Gotta make this a quickie. If you guys have the time, review, if not, next chapter should be up soon. See ya and I hope you enjoyed this!
