so here u have it :PP chapter 10 XD took me a long while but i did it :) i hope u all lik it

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Jak n Daxter ppls: Naughty Dog

OC's: mine

dont have much 2 say 4 this chap but its loong x3 hehe.

Chapter 10

EnJoY! :D

Locura grinned at me as he put a hand on my shoulder. He shone his pearly whites and said with a cocky look on his face, "So I see you've met none the less then?" he raised an eyebrow at me and I nodded with confidence as I stood tall this time.

"Yes, I helped her and she helped me." I paused, "but when we were saving each other's skins, we missed a Medal Head and it got her…but I shot it dead center on the skull and took her to the hospital quiet a while ago." I responded.

I no longer held a smile on my face, I held a grim look. I heard Locura lightly huff through his nose and he smirked. He took one step away from me and turned his head to a shadowed figure beside himself.

"An if it weren't for you I wouldn't be livin'." the shadowed figure slowly moved forward to reveal a Jamaican woman.

She still had blue hair, lighter now, done in the same cornrows that were all done up in a medium sized bun. Still had those soft baby blue eyes ever, her muscle shirt and had her knee high silver capris on with that fairly sized piece of leather on it. The only difference was she had a robotic arm with many screws and pc boards. Barely any wires showed.

"Minxel?" I asked in surprise. I grinned as she walked over.

"Miss Zoey." she smiled widely at me and I returned her with a smile as well. "Its nice seein' you 'gain." she smiled as she shook my hand firmly with her silver robotic arm. It looked amazing I tell you. All the intricate lines with small delicate designs of pure beauty on a machine.

Looking up, I smiled back at her and replied, "Its been so long that it hasn't been long enough at all." we both chuckled.

"How are you?" I looked at her with my lips pulled to the side and I raised one brow.

"I've been better child." she smiled as she shrugged lightly looking to the side. "How 'bout you?"

"I'm fine." I replied, which caused Minxel to smile brightly.

"Ah." she paused, letting out a light sigh and put a hand on her chest. "Well I hope your daughter is fine as well." she said as she now folded her arms as she spoke. At those words I then felt all my happiness fade away into nothing.

"That's just it, Minxel…" I looked to the floor and put my hands in my pockets. "She's gone. The Baron has her."

I heard silence.

"Bastard." I heard her say softly. "How can I help?" she demanded in an authoritative voice.

Locura put his hands up in front of himself. "Whoa, hold your Leaper's. Let's discuss this back at the base ok?" Minxel and myself nodded. The ex-KG and Locura walked forward but I stood there. "Max?" I called.

"Yeah?" he turned around and grinned with a hand on his side.

"Who do you work for? The Underground?" I asked. I had remembered that that was who Torn was previously, now currently, in command of when I had first came here.

Locura blinked at me a few times with neutral lips and slightly raised brows. He looked at Minxel and she nodded to him. He closed his eyes and smiled as he lightly angled his head down. Then he proceeded to look up at me with his eyes meeting mine from our distance apart.

"We are the Confiscates. An organization like the Underground but with more access then they have, more information, more members and mainly better supplies and other things at our disposal then they have." he said with a grin.

I blinked at him and Minxel but then smiled and followed them.

After roaming the streets of the slums city section, in the back roads filled with garbage, homeless people and garbage cans on fire as a type of heat source for them, we eventually made our way to the Confiscates' Head Quarters.

We entered inside the old building that was filled with modern day equipment.

I looked around the room in awe. I didn't actually take the time to observe my surroundings the first time I had entered. In fact, I think this was the front entry way and I had come in through the back door before.

"Wow." I said under my breath. I looked around the room and spotted Quinn sitting at a computer. He wasn't alone, there was a girl beside him. He held her close for a moment and she smiled up at him. I noted that he smiled back.

Affection was high between the two which made me a tad upset. His actions towards her were very wrong.

The reason why is simple. She appeared to be younger then him and she wore an Asian style school uniform. I'm not judging by what she is wearing, the outfit looked great on her by the way, I'm upset at the age.

I raised my brow at this, almost, public gesture. 'Odd, I might wanna talk to this creeper.' I frowned as I walked forwards towards the pair.

I noted that she had blue eyes, the same shade of blue Quinn's hair was. She had jet black hair with two purple streaks on one side.

His eyes matched her streaks. 'Ok that is just a little weird.' I thought, 'I need answers and my head is pounding. Fun.' my facial expression became rather bored temporarily but then I regained my seriousness seconds after.

I looked at Quinn and nodded for him to get up and walk over to the side. When he did I shot him a look and he returned mine with puzzlement.

After guiding him over to a corner of the room, I gave him an almost sour look. "Why were you so close with that girl? She looks younger then you, by Mar knows how many years. What do you like younger women?"

I personally didn't mind that but she looked, oh I don't know give or take fifteen and he looked twenty. Now that, I minded.

He sighed and held the bridge of his nose as he shook his head lightly. "I get asked this all the time." he said as his features hardened, "I don't have any interest in her at all, yes she is younger then me-"

"Then why so up close?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

Now he shot me daggers when I cut him off with that question. "She is my younger sister." his words were bitter and filled with defence. The minute he said that I felt like a complete ass.

My eyes widened slightly as I put out a hand ready to apologise, but he foiled my plans of apologetic actions and continued on with what he was saying. "She likes to cling to family members." he continued, "But since everyone, but us, are dead…I'm the only one she will do that to and its my duty to protect her."

"Quinn, I'm so sorry. You probably are told this all the time. I just- I didn't mean it like I did." I looked like a lost animal terrified. He noted this and his features softened, "Its alright." he put a hand on my shoulder and looked me in the eye. "I just get tired of people judging and asking that." he smiled.

I tried to speak, but looked at the female at the desk rather then talk. "Come on, I'll introduce you both." the blue hair boy stated as he took my hand and walked me over to his younger sister, whom sat in an adjustable chair that whams connected to the ceiling. I found it a bit odd since I was used to rotational desk chairs on wheels, on the floor. But that was there and this is here.

I exhaled as I smiled rather sheepishly. "So um…" She was so small. So delicate looking and so sweet.

She raised her hand at me without making eye contact. "Hold on." she stated with an official voice. She had a slim, eye pleasing, in-ear headset microphone on her right ear. It wrapped around the base of her ear and reminded me of the people at the hot-line centers.

Her hands had long slender fingers that clicked rapidly across the keys with a pleasing harmony and her eyes scanned images in front of her. Large screens were placed before her with confusing information all over them, yet she was engrossed in it like a kid with a brand new science kit.

I noticed she frowned at a find she had and put two fingers on the ear piece before she spoke. "Negative. Nothing located."

She turned to face us and smiled at me, "Hello." her small hand , extended it out. "I'm Casandra Nigels. I see you have met my brother, Quinn." she gave him a funny look that made him shake his head, disapproving her judgement.

I took her hand and shook it and looked for words. I cut myself off at first but then knew what to say.

"I have heard you found my sister…" I said softly.

Casandra looked at me for a moment and bit her lip, "Yes we have. She is located inside the palace currently as we speak, but I'm afraid that I cant do anything."

"How come?" I asked as I folded my arms confused. Was she just to lazy to try or what was the deal here?

Casandra looked at me, then her brother a few times with large eyes, yet in the end she folded her hands and spoke a slightly fast, "I cant hack anything to review information involving the testing rooms, disable anything nor access the examinor's autopsy reports of prisoners ." she used hand guestures as she spoke, including moving her upper body and head as one unit. "The complexity of their non-firewall based systems, well its like millions of land mines in a single place. It is just mind blowing in its self!" she exclaimed, "Then you have to bypass the security systems that are practically a line up on top of its self, leaving ample room for them to install a virus."

I could easily tell this was going to go on for a bit and, unfortunately, I was right.

"Decoding anything is virtually useless because it will only lead for our networking's to either crash from their encrypted files or, overloaded our systems files -still evidently resulting in a crash- with complicated information files." she was still talking only using one breath which made me sit down to let her continue on, "Or we go blind from eye cancer thanks to the screens. To think, dream even, of infiltrating their massive virtual security walls is hopeless; for everything you do to get rid of something, its bound to crash."

I blinked at her as I took half of it in. She was talking so fast, you couldn't even understand her! Her words were such a blur that I became un-interested and regretted asking her why she couldn't do what she said.

Casandra continued on, though, non the less. "This only leads us to not only being traced, but further damage to our technology. With such simplified technological devices at hand, the possibilities are against us for even thinking of trying to access the master eco grid for Precursors sake!" she looked a tad frantic then shook it off as fast as it arrived.

Casandra looked around uneasy as she spoke softly to me now instead of in a state of panic. "I-I mean it is plausible to get her…just not with mechanical advantages."

"By Mar, she speaks layman's terms." I said dramatically as I got up. "So what do I have to do?"

"Well…" she trailed as she clicked numerous buttons popping up maps of the building, "You need to go through these doors, -that are never guarded- and then enter through this hallway." she guided her finger across a pathway I was to take.

"Josh will supply you with the items you need, including a small hands free headset like my own." after she finished I nodded.

"The only issue you may face is getting past the waves of drones." she said sad.

"Drones?" I echoed as I felt a chill coil and contract its way across my spine.

Jak's POV

'Alright, I have three minutes to get from the Hip Hog to the Stadium.' I thought. 'This should be a synch.' I smirked as I exited the building.

"Man that, Krew," Daxter started, "he's so creepy." I looked up to my left shoulder and smirked at Daxter as he shivered with his paws on his shoulders.

"Yeah, but he does have a good bite into the city's connections though." I said emotionless as we walked down the almost empty streets of the port.

Daxter frowned at me and folded his arms, "I just want to go home, Jak. I don't want to be here anymore!" his mad expression faded to sadness as he uncrossed his arms and hung his head. His frown drooped so far off his face I felt bad for him. I couldn't do anything and nor could he. Samos probably wouldn't be able to locate the rift rider or the gate, if we even did find him and I hadn't seen Keira in two years but I still loved her with all my heart.

I absentmindedly hopped onto a single seated zoomer and looked at Dax one last time before my eyes locked onto the road ahead.

"Hold on." I warned Daxter as he clung onto my shoulder pad for dear life when I hit the gas. I felt myself become temporarily disconnected with my own body for a brief moment, then it faded.

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