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Jak stopped his zoomer at the entrance of the dead part of Haven. Torn had hand picked him and Daxter for looking into the disappearances or soldiers and citizens alike in New Haven; from what Torn had told them, there was no connective pattern to the disappearances and they happened around the dead zones.

"I don't get it…" Daxter complained "We save the city and the Waistlands, and he STILL gives us the crappy missions"

"At least it's something" Jak said as he loaded Pacemaker.

Ever since Errol and the metal heads were taken care of, the city of New Haven had slowly begun to put it self back together. Unfortunately, it had gotten boring quickly; Jak was so used to blasting metal heads that even the reconstruction lost his interest when the missions became errands, the only real bright side to this was that he could spend more time with Keira.

Jak hopped off the zoomer and walked into the dead zone; he didn't expect a metal head to pop out of nowhere, but with his luck something was bound to happen. Jak looked around for a sign of anything that might help this investigation; but as he searched black clouds swirled and darkened the sky. The suddenly lightning crackled and flashed in the sky, getting the duo's attention.

"Wasn't it sunny a minute ago?" Daxter stated.

Before Jak could answer, the lightning struck in front of him, making Daxter hide behind his head.

"What the hell…" Jak jumped back.

"Let's get out of here!" Dax shouted.

Before Jak could turn around, a huge streak o white lightning struck the ground, at least, a yard away from them. It was enough to shake the ground and knock Jak on his ass and Daxter off of his shoulder and on his head.

"What was that?" Jak asked, more to himself than Daxter.

He stood up to his full height and tightened his grip on his blaster; he had to find out about that bolt, with all he's been through nothing is ever coincidence.

Daxter stumbled as he tried to make the world stop spinning, he didn't notice Jak heading for the strike sight until he was half way there.

Jak stopped as soon as he saw the damage; the bolt had ripped a decent sized hole in the concrete ground, a large metal scrap had fallen inside. He moved closer to the hole, when he went to look inside it, Daxter had finally caught up with him.

"Jak, what're you doing!?" Daxter said.

"I think something's down there" Jak replied "I'm going to take a look"

"You're going down there?" Daxter exclaimed, jumping onto his shoulder "It ripped a hole in the ground, don't you know the saying 'curiosity killed the ottsle' "

"Good thing I'm no an ottsle then" Jak swung his legs over the edge and begun to climb down.

"Fine, I'm leaving" Daxter started walking away "Yep I'm gone. Out of here, enjoy the pain without me. Goodbye!"

Just then thunder rumbled in the sky and a bolt of lightning struck the ground in front of the retreating ottsle. That was enough to send him running back to where Jak was, but running as fast as he was sent him right into the hole. Daxter dropped right passed Jak and hit the bottom with a thud; Jak dropped the rest of the way down and picked Daxter up by his tail.

"Don't say anything, don't even chuckle" Dax said as his eyes spun.

Jak placed his dizzy friend back on his shoulder and looked at the floor of the hole; he caught something that defiantly shouldn't have been there.

It was a hand.

But it wasn't severed; it looked like it was still attached to something, or someone. Jak curled his hand under the large metal scrap and, tapping into his dark side's strength, he pulled the scrap up and tossed it out of the pit. Once it was out, both Jak and Daxter found what the hand was connected too.

"It's a kid!" Daxter said.

Jak knelt down; the kid was a girl no more than 13 years old. She had short blue hair with bright green streaks; her clothing consisted of blue surfer shorts that stopped at the knees, a blue hooded jacket, black boots that defiantly looked like they belonged to a boy, and something that looked like a scarf tied around her waist.

Jak felt for a pulse.

"Is she…?" Daxter sounded worried.

"She's alive, just unconscious" Jak said "Lets get her out of here"

Jak carefully scooped her up in his arms, when he didn't her arm that was wrapped around her self fell limply to dangle at her side. When Daxter jumped on his partner's shoulder, he noticed something in her jacket…move. He jumped back, almost falling off of Jak's shoulder with his eyes wide as plates.

"S-S-S-Something's in her clothes" Daxter pointed at her.

Jak looked down at where Daxter was pointing, the something that freaked Daxter out moved up to where the girl's jacket was open at the top; revealing a small orange paw and a mop of short blond hair.

"A precursor!?" Daxter exclaimed.

"We'll find out later, lets get her out of here" Jak said.

He cradled the girl in one arm, then jumped high enough to grab the edge of the pit and pulled him and the others out. Jak moved the girl back into both arms and walked back to his zoomer.

"The naughty Ottsle is closer that HQ, we'll head there" Jak explained, he hopped on his zoomer and started it up.

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M.M.- Second chappie done! Sorry if it took so long, i'm a slow typist. ^^U

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