Really crappy and short chapter…. It wrote itself and it just kinda ended itself! And I hate page breaks, so I'll get the next chapter up real soon to compensate.

-- Get Your Freak On --ch 13

Jak and Clue finally made it to Kleivers after a long silent pilgrimage. They really should have taken leapers. The dark chilly streets had been just as crowded as their scorching hot counterparts during the day.

When they arrived at the garage, it was deserted. No Kleiver greeted him with keys to a new less smashed vehicle.

Jak and Clue stood side by side in front of the dune buggy, in that way men do when they are displeased with a piece of machinery but don't want to admit it.

"It could still take a few more hits…" Daxter said with waning confidence.

The two young men just gave him identical looks.

"Have you seen the metal heads in these parts?" Clue said turning suddenly toward the other vehicle, "we'll take mine."

" I thought I shot the shit out of it?" Jak said skeptically.

"Just the front plating," he said taping the bullet-pocked hood of the car.

Daxter gave him the evil eye, "you just wanted Kleiver to pay for it…"

Clue shrugged as he dug out the key, "It worked didn't it?" he mumbled. He reached to open the door and stopped dead. Five deep scratches squiggled across the across the deep blue paneling in a horrible imitation of a metal head slash. Clue glared at Kleivers handy work

He straightened up and threw the jingling keys at Jak. "Excuse me..." he said in his seemingly uncaring and cynical tone.

Jak jumped in the cockpit, it didn't seem too special, "lets see who drives now," Dax said a bit evilly, sometimes Jak was convinced he was rubbing off on Him.

"You read my mind." Jak looked out the windshield to see where Clue had wondered off to.

Jak watched him enter a small office on the other end of the garage, carrying a hammer. Jak have grinned in amusement, and leaned back to watch. The office had a large grimy picture window in it about desk height. A light flicked on.

He saw Clue's dark form rummage around for a moment. He could vaguely see him pulled out a Com from a draw. The Com was then swiftly executed with three power full and rather violent blows of the small hammer. Between the distance and the sound of the engine, he witnessed the death of Kleivers COM on mute.

A moment later, he walked out of the office leaving the light on and the murder weapon behind and carried a green pack of cigarettes.

Clue opened the driver's door and to Jak's surprise reached up above the seat.

"You ready to go?" Daxter said acting like ego inflated self, secretly urging the elf to in the passenger seat and endure Jak's driving.

Clue grinned, "Guess I get to shoot." He said handing him one of the headsets he pulled down.

Jak glanced at the piece of technology as he put it on; it was red and had the words Dice painted down the side in precursor scribbles.

Clues voice crackled into his ears, " that rat didn't honestly think this thing would shoot itself? "

Jak grinned, "Lets just kill something…."

Clue didn't answer. Jak looked up just in time to spot the ofice's light blink out, 'thats odd...' he thought.

Jak ignored it andgunned it out the mechanical gate and onto the sand.

SuddenlyHe heard Clue gagging and chocking over the COM, "you okay," Jak asked. Daxter stared at Jak's puzzled expression.

"OH GODS!" Clue shouted over the static, "I knew these weren't my brand but hell they taste like shit!" Jak returned Dax's concerned look. The otsel shrugged having no idea what was being said.

The dune buggy rumbled over the sand and deeper into the night. From his reclined position in the turret's seat, he tossed the little green pack over his shoulder.

The words 'Spargus Ultra Lights' scrolled across the abandoned carton.