Hour 2

7:00 a.m. - 8:00 a.m.

"Daxter... Daxter... DAXTER!"

"Huh, what?" Daxter was in the middle of a deep thought when Tess brought him back to reality.

"You were just sitting there daydreaming... again... today," Tess pointed out for him.

"Oh, sorry. I guess I just can't take my mind off of what happened earlier."

"I'll say. This is not like you at all. Do you think you can even on something to get your mind off of it? It has been an hour and you have barely done anything since."

"I can try, but don't count on too much." Tess was really worried. Not about the dead ottsel and more for the live one. This was not like Daxter at all. He was usually alive, active, never letting anything get him down, and was a joy to hang out with. At work, he never complained and even enjoyed doing it. This was the most serious and concerned she ever saw him. What can I do to get you out of this slump, Daxter?

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Dr. Patterson and Ashlin had just arrived at the evidence room and found the ottsel's clothes he was wearing while attacked. "Have these been thoroughly examined yet?" Ashlin asked Greg.

"Yes, and there didn't seem to be anything strange about them. You know, besides being ripped and covered with blood. They seemed to have been costume made so we can't track where he got them from. Besides, I doubt any store would make clothes for an animal."

"He wasn't just an animal you know," Ashlin pointed out. "He was a living being that was much smarter and human like than most other animals." Not to mention a precursor.

The doctor gently picked up the jacket the ottsel was wearing and carefully held it up for Ashlin to see. "He sure had a taste for style," Patterson mumbled and began to put it back down.

"Wait!" Ashlin yelled, which startled the doctor.

"What what happened!" He was talking in a panicked tone that reminded Ashlin of Vin.

"Put that jacket close to the light again." Although he was still a little spooken, Greg obeyed and held it closer to the lamp as the light shined through the thin jacket. But one part didn't shine. It was a small rectangular shape like something was hidden in the layers. "There, what is that?"

"I'm not sure" Doctor Patterson got a scalpel and cut a small hole in the stitching. With a pair of tweezers, he very carefully took out what appeared to be a small envelope. Ashlin was curious, but not at the envelope itself, but more on what was written on it.

There on the envelope, in big capitol letters, were the letters 'D - A - X - T - E and R'.

AN: OMG!!!

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Back at the Naughty Ottsel, everything seemed to be getting back in order, including Daxter. It seemed that work was the perfect way to relieve his mind. That is, until his communicator went off and startled everyone in the bar with its loud beeping. Daxter was worried once again since his comm only went off during emergencies. "This is Daxter," he finally answered. "What's the problem?"

"Dax, it's Ashlin. We need you to come to the Haven Community Hospital ASAP."

"Why? What happened?" There was a short pause before Ashlin answered.

"It's probably best if you see for yourself." Daxter didn't like Ashlin's response. Those were almost the exact same words that guy who told them about the ottsel said to him. Evin though he didn't want to, he knew he had to.

"I'm on my way," and hung up.

"What is it?" Tess asked worriedly.

"That was Ashlin saying that I need to meet her at the hospital."

"Do you know what it is about?"

"No... and that's what worries me."

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"Are you sure we should give that to him?" Patterson asked the governess. "It is evidence by the way. We should take a look at it first."

"Didn't anyone ever tell you that opening someone else's mail is a federal offense?" Ashlin joked.

"Ha ha ha," Greg was not amused. "You know what I mean. What if he damages something important?"

"We will get the chance to see it as soon as he reads it. He is a nice guy and won't do anything to it."

"You know this 'Daxter' guy?"

"How else would I be able to call him?"

"Well, you are the governess," he stated obviously.

"The governess doesn't know the number of everyone in Haven," she pointed out more obviously.

"Okay, I see your point." The doctor checked the clock. "It's almost 7:30. When do you think he will get here?"

"Should be any minute now. The bar isn't that far away."

"You think whatever did this to him is going after Daxter next? Is he the type of guy who makes enemies?"

"He doesn't have that many real enemies that are still alive."

"Ha ha ha," Patterson said, not thinking she was serious.

"I'm not joking around Greg." He was a bit taken aback by that comment. "Of course, he wasn't the one who killed most of them." He was even more taken aback by that one. Before he had time ask about it, the doors opened.

"Sorry I was a little late." It was Daxter, who was out of breath from running. The doctor was most taken aback when he actually saw Daxter. Greg didn't know that Daxter was an ottsel like the victim.

"I really don't know much about this case, do I?" he commented jokingly.

"You really don't know the half of it," stated Ashlin.

"Wait, a case? Is this about the ottsel that was outside my bar?" asked Daxter. Now Greg just accepted what ever new info came at him and didn't say anything.

"Yes," answered Ashlin. "And, we found this in his coat." She showed him the letter.

"What do you think it means?"

"We were going to ask you the same question," said the doc. "We are giving you permission to open it as long as you don't damage it and you give it back. Got it?"

"Yes." Dax took a deep breath. "Well, here goes nothing," and he carefully opened the seal and read the note. It was a long note that took him about five minutes to read.

"Well," said Greg. "What does it say?" He was very interested in the note by now.

"I'm not quite sure what it means." He was just walking around re-reading the letter over and over again.

Greg pulled Ashlin closer to him and whispered, "He does know how to read, right?"

"Of coarse he does. Just because he's an ottsel doesn't mean he's illiterate."

"Okay. I was just making sure. Anyway, I think he's had it long enough. We should take a look now. Hey Daxter...," but he wasn't there when he looked back to where he just was a few seconds ago. "Where did he go? Bathroom?"

"I'm not sure."

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"Jak!" Daxter nearly ran into his best friend while running to him.

"Whoa, Dax," Jak said to his little sidekick. "What's the rush?"

"No time to explain, just listen. I need you to take me to Spargus right now."

"Why?"

"I can't explain it. I just need to get there ASAP."

"Is there a problem?"

"No." There was a short pause. "But there will be in about 13 hours."

AN: Why did Daxter steal evidence? What was on the note? What is in Spargus? What will happen in 13 hours? I'm not telling yet, but do you guys have any guesses? I would love to here them. So, REVIEW!