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Another chapter, after a long wait... Sorry for those of you who are reading this... I have come with an update though... Hehehe... No reviews from the last chapter, but I will continue!
Chapter 3
Jak hovered next to the residents of Haven City as he drove to the hideout of the man named Torn. "What do you think we'll find Dax?" The blonde elf had to admit that the city was a lot bigger than he originally thought.
Daxter tightened his grip on the other's shoulder blade. "How am I supposed to talk when your driving could kill a yakkow." The ottsel screamed, bouncing up and down.
Jak shrugged, kicking the lever to change the hover zone again. Flying with the rest of the cars he weaved in and out of traffic.
Daxter continued to scream bloody murder. When they entered the deserted alleyway Jak noticed two figures. One was a woman with medium length blonde hair, and a small curvy body. Her outfit consisted of almost nothing. Just a very light green tank top and very short shorts.
Daxter drooled over her. "Jak, would you look at the that I think I found the woman for me." Hearts filled his hues. Clapping his paws together, he stumbled trying to regain his balance.
Jak nodded absent mindedly, more focused on the redhead next to the woman. Slowly sliding off the parked zoomer, he started to walk forward.
He's not bad on the eyes. The dark being commented lightly, chuckling.
The blonde ignored him, instead he focused on getting to the two figures in one piece. As Jak neared them, he began to recognize the tattoos that marred the man's face. 'A Krimzon guard member? What is he doing here?' Jak stiffened, from suspicion, while the dark being started to fight to escape. Holding him back as best he could, he started to close the gap.
When the woman was in sight, Daxter jumped off his buddy's shoulder, in an attempt to get there faster. But as he neared her, Jak started to pick up speed. He looked backwards at the heavy footsteps that were ready to smash him into the cement. Holding up his hands, he started to walk backwards. "Jak buddy, hello!" The other seemed to take no interest in the little rodent. Freaking Daxter, started to back up more frantically, to the point of almost touching the redhead man's boot. "Jak!"
Jak looked down, finally noticing that his buddy was getting ready to be cement food. Quickly stopping in mid-step, the elf tried to keep his balance. It was a futile effort, for moments later, he was careening forwards into the arms and hard chest of the tattooed man. Blushing lightly at the feel, he pushed himself back.
Does someone like a certain unknown redhead? The dark being teased, watching his hosts dilemma with glee.
'No, he's just makes a nice pillow.' Jak retorted back.
Sure. I think there is a word for that… What was it? Oh yeah denial. The dark being shrunk back into his recess leaving the other alone to his thoughts.
"Watch where your going kid." The redhead muttered in a deep scratchy voice.
Looking up Jak found himself staring into the redhead's icy cold pools. Shivering slightly, he backed away a little more. In an attempt to redeem some dignity, the blonde crossed his arms. "I need to talk to someone named Torn." He tried to sound as intimidating as he could.
The redhead just raised an eyebrow amused at the other. Snaking a hand down to his waist, he unsheathed his dagger, juggling it back and forth between both hands. Looking down at the little rodent by his feet, he answered in the same gruff voice. "I'm Torn. What's it to you?" He accented each word with a poke in the chest.
Jak stumbled back a little, but kept his balance for the most part. His legs were still weak from the movement he had done all that day. "We want to speak with the Shadow." He wouldn't back down from this battle.
Looking at the blonde, Torn looked mildly amused. A grin threatened to erupt on his face. Holding the knife in his right hand, he started to slash through the air. "Not everybody gets to speak with the Shadow, but I'll see what I could do." Torn thought for a moment, contemplating what to make the boy before him do. 'What would a boy so young want with an organization like this?' The redhead asked himself. He knew he would find out the answers from his various sources, but that still couldn't quell his wandering mind. "For now I will give you the chance to prove yourself."
Jak stood still, his ears twitching slightly at the mention of something to do. "And that would be." He didn't care that he was giving attitude to an elder. 'I wonder how much older he is.'
"I want you to go to Dead Town and grab the flag there." Feeling his business was done he sheathed his dagger, and walked inside. The blonde woman followed leaving the two recently reunited companions alone.
Relaxing slightly, Jak uncrossed his arms. "So Dax where to?"
The ottsel continued to stare at the door in which the love of his life retreated to. "Huh?" Whipping around, he looked up at the other. "Dead Town… Just follow my directions." Running off to the zoomer he waited for the other to catch up.
Jak ran after him, at a jogging pace, looking around the alleyway for the next time they went by. Jumping into the zoomer he sped off in the direction that Daxter pointed.
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