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Chapter Six: Perfect Situation

That familiar
tingle was at the back of his neck. The one that told him that Daxter was
sitting there behind him with a huge grin on his face. Jak looked up into the
mirror in front of him and confirmed this inkling. Sure enough he found that Dax
was in fact grinning. It was one of those odd little ottsel grins. The type
that you couldn�t quite tell if it was teasing or appraising, Daxter often
didn�t seem to distinguish between the two anyway. But this didn�t keep it from
annoying the hell out of the blond.
Jak rolled his
eyes.
�Whoa-ho-ho!�
Daxter started. �Someone�s lookin� migh--tee spiffy!�
Jak groaned.
�Oh, Little
Miss Governess is gonna cream her pants when she sees ya in this get up, Big
Guy!�
Daxter was
trying his best to hold back his laughter but it didn�t seem to be panning out.
Jak�s tolerance meter upped a notch.
�Shut up, Dax.�
There was a
muffled snicker, �Oh cool it. I�m giving you a compliment. And what have we
discussed about my giving you compliments, buddy?�
The blue eyes
reflected back at him by the mirror narrowed, the owner�s lips pressing into a
thin line. Dax waited.
Jak sighed,
�Fine Dax, thank you.�
�That�s
better.� The ottsel grinned in triumph. �Now� you got the sash all wrong!�
�It�s not a
sash!�
But it was a
pointless remark; Jak already knew his friend would just ignore him. Besides
the ottsel was too busy balancing on his shoulder and adjusting his so-called
�sash� to pay him any attention at the moment.
�There, all
dolled up for the ladies.� Dax laughed.
Jak chose not
to comment as usual. But he did take time to scrutinize himself in the mirror.
One thing he knew for sure was that he was glad he didn�t have to wear that
armored monstrosity that the Freedom Leaguers used to sport during the war.
There was no way he was putting on that stuff. He wouldn�t be able to move, let
alone protect Ashelin.
It was more of
the style that all the troops were wearing now. The thick leather armor padded
material was a bit restricting but not more so than his precursor armor. He
would make do. It was just for today anyway. And Daxter had already adjusted to
the absence of his shoulder guard/perch.
Though the
gloves were going to be a pain, he could already tell. He raised his hand up
and stared at his dark gray clad palm and black covered fingers. Jak made a
fist and then flexed his fingers, trying to loosen the material. He wasn�t used
to having his fingers covered. It might pose a problem with his morph gun.
�It�s just a
little leather. It won�t stop you from getting to the trigger in time, pal.�
Daxter piped up. �Stop worryin� so much. This is gonna be a cakewalk. Ain�t no
disgruntled Havenites can hold a candle to the baddies we�ve faced, buddy boy.�
�I guess.� Jak
groaned. �It�s just�� he fidgeted a bit with the collar of the uniform,
��uncomfortable.� He muttered.
He felt stupid
complaining about clothing. He�d dealt with considerably worse discomfort. Try
itchy, filth ridden prison clothes. Or sand filled boots and leather goggle
straps super heated by the desert sun.
Speaking of
goggles�
Jak reached for
his beloved pair but was told off before even he got them from the bed.
�Nu-huh, buddy.
Not part of the dress code.� Daxter chuckled. �Besides, they seriously clash.
You�ll lose all that sexy �Man in Uniform� appeal.�
Jak rolled his
eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time today. �Fine.�
�Good boy.
Where would you be without me, huh?�
�Y�know,� Jak grinned.
�I don�t think ottsels are a part of the uniform either.�
And with that
the older boy plucked his squirming friend off his sholder and tossed him onto
the bed.
�Oh no way,
pal!� The ottsel screeched. �WE� were assigned this job! I�m comin�. You�d
be lost out there without me anyway.�
Jak�s grin grew
wider.
�Fine but if
we�re gonna break dress codes we might as well go the whole nine yards.� He
said as he swiped his goggles off of the bed.
Jak�s grin grew
smug. He was damned smooth. And after sliding the goggles on in place, he
admired the finished product in the mirror.
�I guess it�s
not too bad.� He muttered.
Daxter sighed, �Bend,
stretch� do something! It�ll loosen the leather some.�
Jak complied,
wrenching his arm over the opposite shoulder and spreading out his legs.
�Touch your
toes.�
Once again, Jak
complied.
�Lovely view.�
��
Jak whipped his
head around and glared at his friend, still bent over, but after seeing the
look on the other�s face he quickly stood upright.
�Dax��
Before he could
get another word out, the sound of an electronic beep filled the small room.
�Hold that
thought buddy boy.� Dax said with a wave of his finger and snicker.
The orange one scuttled
off the side of the bed and began rooting through the pile of discarded clothes
in the corner.
�Phew� make
sure to wash these bad boys before you put them on again, huh, pal.� Dax said
with a grimace.
Jak just
glared.
Small furry
fingers flew over the keypad of the communicator with practiced ease, typing in
the familiar passcode. The device left his hands and floated in front them both
miraculously growing more then four times its normal size.
�What�s taking
you so long?� A gruff voice barked.
The static
cleared a little more revealing the eternally annoyed face of Torn, who was
abruptly shoved over to reveal a smirking Ashelin. There was a hoarse chuckle,
Torn�s, as the comm device floated around circling Jak.
�Not bad.�
Ashelin voice crackled over the unit.
�It�ll pass.
But those goggles�� Torn began.
�Can stay.� The
governess finished.
The brunet
grunted and rolled his eyes. �Get a move on Jak, we don�t have all day.�

~oo0oo~

A sopping wet chunk
of hair slid into his line of vision. Vergil sighed and pushed the strands of
blond out of his way. He hated being wet just as much as he hated being cold.
So as it was cold and raining out (well not exactly raining, more along the
line of drizzling), one could imagine that he
was not having the best of times.
Though, he
might not have been as comfortable as he would have preferred, he was in a
preferable position. Ever since that little excursion in the Wasteland he and
his remaining teammates had been give a few C level assignments. It would seem
that Commander Torn had been impressed that they had managed to live through it
all and had decided that they deserved a bit more respect. Not much more
respect, mind you, but it was nice that he and Davis weren�t getting stuck with
the Strip Mine detail anymore (a D level assignment). Especially since Davis
seemed to have no respect for the laws of nature and eco potency when
introduced to defrag grenades.
Vergil gripped
his gun a little harder in remembrance. But he did immediately regain control
of himself. It wouldn�t do for him to fuck up the first semi decent assignment
he�d been given in� Ever!
People always
used to ask him why in the hell he�d asked to be paired up with Davis in the
first place. Admittedly, at first it had been out of pity. The guy did happen
to be one of the most loathed recruits in their whole squad. He had figured
Davis just needed a partner that was willing to work with him and not yell at
him every time he made a mistake.
If only Vergil
had known what he was getting into ahead of time.
It had begun
inconspicuously enough. There had been a hesitant knock on his dorm room door
and he had opened it to find a shaggy haired, scrawny, excuse for a new recruit
standing behind it.
Not that Vergil
had been a veteran himself. He had only been in the Guard for about six months
at the time. But Davis had just screamed green. He was pale and had a pair of
sunken in emerald hued eyes that seemed too large for his face. Something about
those damned raccoon�s eyes just screamed, �Take care of me!�
And Vergil had
fallen for it. It didn�t help his resolve much either that the whole time the
boy had been standing there, his ex-roommate/partner was pelting him with his
own belongs and cursing his very existence.
He really
should have known better.
From that day
forth, Vergil�s career had continuously gone down hill. Being that he had
quickly become Davis� �longtime� partner, he became synonymous with the other
boy. When Davis did something stupid, his name went right along with it.
�Well, you
should have stopped him, Vergil.�
�Well, you
are his partner, Vergil.�
�You know
better, Vergil, how could you let him do that?�
But they just
didn�t understand. Davis was not one to listen to reason most of the time.
Especially when he was worked up, which turned out to be most of the time. It
was just his nature, Vergil learned soon enough.
Davis was just a
bit� over zealous. That was all. He just was a bit too focused on proving
himself. Unfortunately, so was Vergil. This, as to be expected, lead to some
awesome clashes between the two.
They fought
physically and quite a lot.
And though, Davis
had never been able to win a match, Vergil was always the one that suffered the
most because of them.
Vergil sighed,
his head dropping down further, his long bangs sliding back over his face.
There was a groan from the side of him and then a wet glove reached over to
fumble with some at the back of his neck.
�These things
come with those for a reason, Verg.�
The blond
smirked and let the other pull the hood of his raincoat over his head. He
turned to his right and all he could see of the hooded figure next to him were
those damned raccoon eyes, the green irises darker than usual in the low light.
�We should be
inside the mansion,� Davis grumbled. �That�s where all the action�s gonna be.�
�What makes you
think there�s even going to be any action?�
Though, Vergil
had to admit sitting on the roof of the government building, in the cold,
across from the governess� (formerly Count Veger�s downtown dwelling) was not
his idea of being upgraded. There had not been anything to suggest that there
was something brewing in the mix. Usually there were death threats before the
governess had one of her big meetings. And there had sometimes been the
occasional ill-fated assassination attempt. The last guy had been caught before
he even left his house. But there hadn�t been anything out of the ordinary to
warrant the need of all the Guardsmen placed around the perimeter.
She was just
talking with the Wastelanders. What was the big deal? It was just a trade
meeting right?
�Don�t be
stupid, Verg. Something big is about to happen.� Davis
muttered, eye focused on the building in front of them. �And we�re gonna miss
all of it sitting up here in the rain like a bunch a� idiots.�
Vergil sighed.
If something big was about to happen it was probably best if Davis
stayed right where he was.

~oo0oo~

Most of the
time, it was just barely noticeable. He could clamp down on the odd twinge in
his gut and push it aside. Stop his face from twitching that littlest bit
before he or anyone else was the wiser. It was barely a thought anymore. Torn
had become a master at this little game. But the longer he played it the more
difficult it became to even care about his technique anymore.
Jak�s addition
to it had not helped matters much either.
With a quiet sigh,
Torn leaned back against the wall behind him and growled on cue when the rat
said something stupid in his general direction. Fortunately for him however,
Daxter was also more interested in the exchange going on between the lovely red
haired governess and Jak.
Not that Jak
ever said much, but it was more about what was going unsaid, the little things
that to Torn�s complete frustration he could not help but notice.
Like her hand
on his shoulder, the way she looked at him� that stupid blush of his.
Stop. It.
And it was
gone. Sighted. Targeted. Fired upon and
destroyed.
So Torn just
cut his eyes in their direction, forced his mouth into a smirk and said
something condescending. Kept up the act seamlessly or so he had thought. That
was until the rat turned to him with one of those irritating little rodent
grins.
�What�s with
you, Tattooed Wonder? Nervous? A little bubble in yer guts?�
Torn clenched
his teeth and turned his custom scowl on full force in the ottsel�s direction.
But Daxter�s grin didn�t waver. It never did.
�I don�t have
anything to be nervous about, rat. This place is as secure as it�s gonna get,�
Torn sneered.
�Yeah, I saw
your boys out there. Quite a few of �em too.� Dax said glancing over his
shoulder. �As you well know there won�t be no need for �em, not with me and Jak
here to save the day. Yep�� the ottsel went on as he smoothed down the fur on
his arms.
�Am I right,
buddy o� mine?� Daxter said nudging his bony elbow into the side of Jak�s head
before jumping onto the table in front of them. �We�ve taken on hordes of metal
heads without the help of any Freedom Guard lackeys. Besides we dealt with
crazy political types before. And y�saw what happened to the last guy.�
Off to the side
of Torn, Samos groaned in annoyance. As per the usual, Daxter had just said
something he disagreed with.
�We don�t
expect Jak to do all the work, Daxter.� The sage said stepping forward and
taking a seat. �It is about time this city began to take matters into its own
hands. But it doesn�t hurt to have you here, my boy.� He nodded in Jak�s
direction.
�Plus, the
uniform suits you so well.� Ashelin smirked as
she turned back to Jak and ran her hands over the green haired boy�s leather
clad shoulder. �Maybe we can convince you to wear it more often.�
Torn sighed and
rolled his eyes. It fit him well he had to admit. But Jak could wear rags and
still look good.
�Uh� I don�t
know.� Jak muttered. �I kinda like my old clothes better.�
Jak nonchalantly
shifted his shoulder just enough to for Ashelin�s hand to leave it. She didn�t
seem to notice.
But Torn had.
The tips of the
tattooed man�s ears twitched. He heard Daxter move on the table. Heard the
sound of the rat�s tail as it thumped once lightly against the metal. He saw
the perking of the small ears.
The commander�s
eyes narrowed and that smirk of his turned smug when Daxter skittered across
the table and hopped onto the very shoulder Ashelin had been fondling. The
ottsel leaning into the green-blond spikes of hair and nonchalantly twined his
fingers in it, he went on chatting like nothing odd had happened.
But Torn had
seen it all.
He�d seen the
way Jak had tensed when Ashelin had touched him. That little twinge in his
face, just as Daxter had.
It made him
feel better that he wasn�t the only one that was a feeling a bit�
overprotective.
Jak cleared his
throat and pulled at the collar of his uniform for what seemed like the
hundredth time that day. �I just want to get this over with. When�s Sig going
to get here?�

~oo0oo~

The rain had
stopped for the most part, but the sun still had not come out. It was still
dark and gloomy out. The sparse grumbles of the other lower level soldiers were
starting to grate on Davis� very fragile nerves. He sighed loudly and glanced
over at his partner.
Vergil slowly
turned in his direction, storm gray eyes looking just as bored as Davis
felt.
�Fine,� the
older boy said flatly. �We�ll go.�
�Thank the fucking
Precursors.� Davis muttered.
Sadly, it
wasn�t difficult for the two of them to sneak away from their posts without
their superior noticing. One of the main reasons for this was that they were
new to this group and the commanding officer had not even bothered to learn
their names let alone their faces. Also, most of all the others were too busy
chatting quietly or dozing off to care what the two of them were doing anyway.
In silence they
slipped over the side of building past a nodding guard and two others who sat
and chatted of woman and booze. They walked past a few soldiers and barely
tilted their heads in greeting and weaved between the traffic of the
surprisingly many citizens that dared to venture out in such miserable weather.
�This is so
fucking stupid!� Davis groaned. �Torn picked that group of rejects to watch the
perimeter? They wouldn�t have noticed if the fucking building caught fire!�
Vergil said
nothing as usual. It was pointless to interject during one of the other boy�s
rants anyway.
�I told you all
of the action was going to be inside. That�s where the boss put all the top
guys. He�s expecting an inside job. I guarantee it!�
Vergil rolled
his eyes but before he could open his mouth he found himself being pushed roughly
to the side.
�What the
hell?� The blond stumbled as he was shoved almost falling into a bunch of
trashcans over by the alley.
�Hey! Watch
where the hell you�re going!� Davis snarled, grabbing Vergil�s arm before he
went down. �Fucking loon!�
Truthfully,
neither of them had any idea of who to direct their rude comments to. The
figure that had just shot in between them had been but a blur of dark cloth and
it was gone before they had the chance to turn around.
�Forget about
it,� Vergil said straightening up.
They both
immediately turned to the building across the street from them.
�So what�s your
brilliant lie this time?� he continued.
Davis laughed.
�Just play along, alright.�
Once again Vergil
rolled his eyes. With that they both made their way across the road and true to
form the Elites were on them in minutes.
�What�s your
clearance?� The first one said gruffly.
Even though his
visor and mask Vergil could see that the man was annoyed. Davis� reputation had
once again preceded him. So the blond just waited to be found out. It was
inevitable. There was no way they were going to get passed these guys. He cut
his eyes in the direction of his partner, awaiting the expected wrong answer like
the rest of the guards here.
�Um�� Davis
started.
The Elite
rolled his eyes.
�Well, lean
in!� the dark haired boy said, his exasperation more than apparent. �You don�t
expect me to yell it, do you? It�s top secret!�
�Fine!� he
growled.
Davis leaned in
close, �Alpha 157-92 Charlie Code 194. The ottsel sleeps at midnight
but not unless he�s had his whiskey.�
�Entry
granted.� The Elite begrudgingly said and stepped to the side.
Vergil gaped
but was grabbed and dragged inside before any of the Elite guards could notice.
The sound of
the front door closing behind them was like a death sentence.
�You�re going
to get us killed.� Vergil muttered numbly. �How the hell did you do that?!�
�Shh!! You�re
making us look like rookies!� Davis growled. �And I�ll tell you later.�
�We are
rookies!� Vergil whispered harshly. �And you�ll fucking tell me now! How the
hell did you do that?�
�Knox.�
�Knox?�
�Knox.� Davis
nodded.
�He��
�Yes. Now shut up,
I�ve already told you too much as it is.�

~oo0oo~

Sig seriously
was never going to get used to these sorts of things. When he�d taken the role
of acting King of Spargus he had expected to have to deal with Haven on a
political level. Since during Golden Boy�s campaign to save the world ended up
with the former big wig of Haven City
getting himself killed, now he had to put up with the new governess� newfound
interest in his city.
Though,
obviously he would much rather deal with Ashelin than her deranged lunatic of a
father. All these truths aside it still didn�t mean that Sig had to like his
current lot in life. It was just another case of if he didn�t do it, then who
else would?
And why did
that sound so familiar?
Here he was on
his way to some god forsaken trade talk. And what the hell were they even
supposed to be trading? He hadn�t even understood that stuffy long-winded
paperwork Ashelin had sent him. The woman was a piece of work that was for sure
but there was just no way she�d written that bullshit herself. Unless she�d
taken a crash course in bureaucrat-ese or something, though it wasn�t like this
was anything new. Like most Wastelanders, he still found it hard to trust
anyone from Haven, friends of Jak or not.
Sig didn�t see
how that boy could keep going back to those folks after all the crap they�d
dragged him through. And if this little sit-down didn�t pan out to have
anything remotely benefiting his folks he was high tailing it out this smog pit
as fast as that transport would take him.
The Wastelander
sighed before stepping out of the carrier, right in front of the steps of Count
Veger�s old residence. He smirked at the irony of it all and glanced over his
shoulder as his rotund companion stepped off behind him.
�Well, i�nt
this nice?� Kleiver began with a mocking grin, prompting the dark furred ottsel
perched on his massive shoulder to slouch dismally. �Home sweet home, ey, my little chum?�
Sig tried his
best to keep a straight face in response to Kleiver�s words to his ottsel
�friend�. Though to his credit, Veger did not take the bait. It would seem
months of this had actually taught the man better after all.
They met in the
quite spacious study. Sig couldn�t help grinning, he already knew upon taking
sight of the group that this was definitely going to be anything but boring.
He�d never been so happy to lay eyes on Daxter since he�d met the ottsel. And
what the hell did Jak have on?
Ashelin was the
first to approach him along with Jak. They both looked happy to see him, maybe
Jak more so than the governess but you never
could really tell with her.
�King Sig.�
Ashelin said as she extended her hand to him.
�Governess.�
Sig said taking it and giving it a firm shake.
�Well, it�s
about time you showed up.� Jak smirked.
�And I see you
brought some friends.� Daxter started.
Sig didn�t even
have to turn his head to tell who the ottsel perched on Jak�s shoulder was
talking about. He just smirked and waited for the entertainment to begin.
�So Vegan,
how�s life treating ya? Ol� Kleiver there giving ya the sun parched life I�m
sure.� Daxter added with a mischievous grin.
Jak said
nothing as usual, but the smirk on his face was comment enough.
�Your juvenile
barbs will not provoke me, dear boy.� Veger replied. �I am beyond such
pettiness. I have accepted my current lot in life as retribution for past�
transgressions.�
Daxter crossed
his arms over his scrawny chest and thumped his tail in annoyance. �Yeah
whatever, Count whateveryournameis.�
Well that
hadn�t been like Daxter at all. Jak looked over to his friend and gave him a
weak smile.
�Well, I
suppose we should get to the reason why we�re here.� The governess said as she
made her way to the table.
�Ah yes,� Samos
said retaking his seat. �There is much to discuss.�
�My dear
governess might I say, before we begin, that you have been doing a wonderful
job with this� grand city.� Veger piped in.
This comment did
not fail to get a bewildered look from the red head as well as the room�s other
occupants.
�Why is he even
here?!� Torn growled.
�He�s my best
chum, he is.� Kleiver said with a snide grin, patting his furred pal on the
very top of his head.
�Torn�� Ashelin
started.
That was when
the room shook violently, the lights flickering.
Torn�s comm
unit was out as soon as he could get steady enough to whip it out.
�What the hell
is going on down there?!�
�Sir! I�m not
sure!� came the response from the other end of the communicator.
There was a
brief pause from the other end and the sound of men yelling back and forth to
one another.
�Sir. It was
one of our Hellcat cruisers! It came out of nowhere. It barreled through the
south wall. There must have been�� A hacking cough, ��some type of smoke bomb.�
�The driver?�
�There doesn�t
seem to be any one on board, but��
�Well who the
hell was driving it then?!� Ashelin said running to Torn�s side and speaking
into the comm. �Secure this house, soldier!�
�Yes, ma�am!�
There was
another loud crash then as the building took another foundation-weakening
shake. This time the lights did go out.
Samos was the first
to comment. �By the Precursors! What in Mar�s name is going on down there?!�
�Col? Col!�
The generator
kicked in causing the blue back up lights come on in finally.
�M-ma�am?!�
�What was
that?� Ashelin demanded.
�A� another
cruiser� through the northern wall. There were causalities, ma�am� I� �
Col�s report
was interrupted by the sound of gunfire�
�Looks like we
got company, cherries!� Sig said a huge grin crinkling his face.
Jak already had
his morph gun in hand.
�Finally!� Kleiver
grinned as well cocking his own weapon. �Ya�ve been hogging all the action for
yerself I see, Govie?�
Ashelin�s sneer
was all he got in reply. He ignored it of course, only sparing Veger a glance.
�Oh bother.�
Veger groaned as he shifted to a more secure posture on the big man�s shoulder.
Kleiver pushed his way thorough the crowd of FGs huddled in front of the door.
�Outta tha way,
rookies. Big Poppy�s comin� through.�
Sig was right
behind them.
�I�m going out there.�
Torn said un-holstering his pistols and heading for the door.
Jak made his
way after him.
�Hey. Hey! Big
guy!� Daxter squeaked. �We�re supposed to be Sweet Stripes� body guards right?�
Jak gave the
ottsel a weary look.
�Well, don�t we
need to be as close to her body as possible to do a good job?!�
The older boy
growled in annoyance.
�Jak!� Torn
said before heading out the door. �Stay here!�
�What?!�
Obviously, Jak
was not happy with the order but Torn and the others were already out the door.
�Jak, perhaps
Torn is right, at least for now anyway. We don�t know for sure what is going on
down there. And until we do you must protect Ashelin.� Samos said as he tried
to get Jak to stay put.
Jak�s ears
twitched, which meant that he had heard the sage. Though by the way his fingers
were restlessly gripping his gun it was clear that he didn�t like what had been
said. Ashelin was by his side not a moment later; her hand was on his
unoccupied shoulder, her own pistol in the other.
�Just give them
a few minutes, Jak.� She said calmly. �I don�t like being left out anymore than
you do.�

~oo0oo~

Sure enough the
bottom floor of the building was full of smoke and the noxious cloud was
quickly making its way upstairs. Torn had been forced to pull his scarf up over
his nose and mouth to keep from suffocating from it. But he had nothing to
shield his eyes, leaving them stinging and watering.
The bottom
portion of the staircase had been taken out by the second Hellcat cruiser and forced
him, Sig and Kleiver to hop over the railing to make it to the bottom floor.
How Kleiver had managed was beyond him but Sig and the man had long since made
their way down the path.
He was
currently on his own, with a handful of FGs that had been standing in the hall
outside the study door. Torn could barely see his hand in front of his face let
alone where the elites were and who or what they were so insistently shooting
at.
He spoke into
his comm, �Has the enemy been sighted and confirmed?�
�Um�� It was
Col on the other end once again, Torn�s second in command for this mission.
�Well sir, we�re not sure on either count but I am sure that who� or whatever
it is beating the living hell out of us!�
�Armed?�
�N�no sir�
well��
The connection
fizzled loudly with static. That was when the blue lights pulsed harshly and an
arc of electricity flared from the bulbs right in front of Torn�s very eyes.
�I�m not sure,
sir. It seems as if it�s some kind of high powered electrical weapon� but we haven�t
gotten a visual on the suspect let alone gotten a glimpse of that they�re
packing.�
�So that would
mean you don�t have a count either?�
�Sorry sir.�
During this
highly enlightening conversation, Torn and his troop had been clearing every
room they could find and coming up with nothing more then the occasional
grouping of confused and pummeled FGs.
�What�s going
on down there?!� Ashelin�s voice broke impatiently over his comm.
�We��
But before he
could get the words out there was a burst of blue in front of him and the air
knocked out of his chest as he went careening back through a door.
Torn had ended
up the floor; luckily for him his head had just missed the toilet as he�d
apparently ended up in a bathroom. Unfortunately, however his head had not been
lucky enough to miss the linoleum.
�What the
fuck?!� Torn growled as he leapt back to his feet, the room swayed.
By the time
he�d made it back to the hall, the group of FGs that he�d kept with him had already
fallen in the face of their seemingly invisible enemy.
�Torn!�
Ashelin�s voice once again crackled from over the comm.
Torn was too
busy at the moment to say anything more than, �Tell Jak to stay put!�
Then there was
a sparkle of electricity and the sound of cloth cutting through the air as what
felt like a booted foot connected with the side of his head. This time the hard
wood floor was his cushion. He�d amazingly been able to hold on to his gun, but
this was beginning to be annoying. Though he was never one for making excuses
this fucking smoke was becoming a pain to function in. He should have been able
to dodge that kick however. He�d heard it a mile away.
And a booted
foot landed on his left hand making the gun in it useless.
�Just stay
down,� a muffled voice said.
�Yeah, right,�
Torn growled, pulling up the other pistol and shooting blindly.
The foot was
gone by then however along with sound of cloth on air.
�Torn!�
That voice he
did recognize even beyond its muffled state.
�What the hell
are you doing down here Jak!� Torn snarled, as
he got to his feet. �We�ve got a situation here! You�re supposed to be
protecting Ashelin!�
�She�s the one
that sent us down here genius!� Dax was the one who answered. The bottom of his
face covered with a piece of yellow cloth. This was also the first time Torn
had ever seen the ottsel use his goggles.
�What?! Where
the hell is Sig?�
�I dunno.� Jak
said, looking around suspiciously. He was also donning his goggles and had a ripped
piece of his uniform�s sash over the bottom half of his face. �We haven�t run
into him yet.�
�C�mon. We need
to get back upstairs.�
�What�s going
on?� Jak asked.
�There�s some
guy running around here kicking our asses, is what!�
�Just one guy?�
But he and Dax took off down the hall before Torn got a chance to say anything
else.
�Jak!
Godammit!� Torn yelled.
He gave up with
a snarl and bounded down the hall after them.

~oo0oo~

At this point
only a handful of Freedom League guards stood between Ashelin and certain doom.
She and Samos were currently using an over turned desk
as cover.
�This is
ridiculous!� The governess snarled, furious that something like this was
happening.
She was also
more then a little peeved that she had been forced to run and hide when all the
fighting was going on outside that door. She had never been the type to let
others do the fighting for her. But with her position as governess came
responsibility. She could not be the reckless lieutenant commander she had once
been.
She and Torn
had taken every precaution to ensure that this meeting would be safe. Or so
they�d thought. They had closed the hover zones
for blocks around this building. Only FG vehicles were allowed through, though
in the end it had not done much good. The enemy had just used their own
vehicles against them.
The red head
had gone over every possible mistake they could have made.
Maybe they
should have closed off the streets completely. Kept the civilians off the
streets altogether? But there had been something about that option that had not
set well with her. It seemed too much like something that would have happened
during her father�s rule. She could not risk it.
Ashelin sighed in
frustration. Even if that meant that she had to die then so it must be. But she
was tired of waiting and not knowing what was going on. She activated her comm
unit.
�Torn!�
The commander�s
voice crackled over the device. �Tell Jak to stay put!�
Well it was too
late for that.
Jak had been
harder to convince to stay out of this fight then she had. Besides, what use
was it to keep him away from the fight? Jak was the best soldier they had.
The door was
being covered by three FGs as well as herself. Behind her, a pair of FGs
outside covered the only window in the room. She heard the shooting outside
that door. She�d also noticed that it was now few and far between. Either they
were winning or the battle would soon be over. Or they had lost. Either way she
believed she would know soon enough.
�Who could be behind
this?� Samos muttered absently.
�We had hoped
that Sig had a clue, remember?� Ashelin replied, occasionally taking her eyes
off the door and glancing at the window. From the sound of things we might find
out soon enough.�
The room shook
with the force of what seemed like another explosion that not only took out the
FGs stationed out in the hall but the door to the study and the FGs inside as
well.
The FGs outside
the window were inside in a second�s notice but they were no match for the
sudden blast of electricity that filled the room sending them right back out,
leaving Ashelin and Samos to fend for themselves.
Ashelin was up on her feet and searching for a clear shot the moment the
electricity gave her the chance. But the smoke filling the room was making it
difficult.
�Miss Praxis, I
presume.� As voice asked and Ashelin was on her back and unarmed before she
could blink.
The desk they
had been using for cover was ripped away suddenly smashed against the frame of
the door, too wide to continue through it.
�Your Freedom
Guards are quite well trained for lackeys.� The owner of this voice laughed and
it was quickly becoming evident that the voice was feminine.
Whoever she
was, she had kicked her square in the chest and Ashelin had barely gotten a
glimpse of her.
�Who the hell
are you?� Ashelin said in between coughs. Samos was at her side helping her to
sit up.
�Oh, I�m just a
lonely little girl looking for some fun. A very nice man directed me here. He
told me you�d give me a good time.� This statement was followed by another
overly amused chuckle.
The
would-be-assassin in question was fairly tall; cloth and a pair of goggles
covered her face. They only thing they could make out in the hazy room was her
head full of short, prickly, blue hair.
�What d�ya say
Ashey-baby?� A gloved hand fingered the hilt of what looked to be a pretty
nasty looking blade sheathed at the mystery woman�s side. �Ya gonna give me a
show?�
And that was
when Ashelin snapped. Being responsible was going to get her killed; she was
not going out like some coward.
The blue haired
woman blocked the first swing for her head. As well as the subsequent kicks and
punches, in fact, she matched the governess move for move.

~oo0oo~

�Oww!� Davis
sat up bolt straight. His hand instantly shot up to cradle his bruised and
busted face.
Next to him
Vergil grunted and rolled onto his back. �I blame you for this,� the blonde
groaned.
�Shut up and
come on!� the younger said, hobbling to his feet and grabbing his gun. �He went
this way!�
Davis was
already half way down the hall.
�Oh, you�ve got
to be kiddin� me!�

~oo0oo~

The issue of
there no longer being any stairs to climb up to get the third floor was quickly
put to rest by a little light eco and Jak�s new found wings. Torn had not been
pleased with the flight but it had gotten him where he needed to be. And the FG
Commander was off and running seconds after his feet hit solid ground once
again. As the two of them rounded the corner, the sounds of all hell breaking
loose assaulted their ears.
Jak and Daxter
were right behind him.
�Ashelin!� Torn
called out.
�Sweet Stripes!�
the ottsel yelled and then turned to his companion. �See! I told you we
shouldn�t have left her!�
Jak just
grumbled something under his breath and continued headed for the door, which
had been blocked during the apparent epic battle going on inside by a huge
desk. The blonde took the route that Torn had taken before him and leapt over
it landing in the heart of utter chaos. Inside Ashelin was on the floor being
covered by Samos and a Freedom Guard. Torn and another guard were surrounding
the person that Jak assumed was responsible for all of this.
�It was
seriously just this guy?!� Daxter screamed in disbelief.
Torn, Jak�s and
the FGs� guns were all trained on the intruder.
�Gal,� was the
assassin�s only response to this. �It was seriously just this� gal.�
�Well!� Daxter
said standing up a little straighter and cocking a brow. �You new around these
parts Toots cause ah��
�Dax.� Jak
groaned.
�Who are you?�
Torn asked his jaw set. The calm of his voice was almost convincing.
�Yeah, who sent
you?!� One of the FGs added.
�Yeah� who��
Torn started. �Davis?!�
Davis saluted.
�Hi, sir!�
Vergil groaned,
�Oh for the love of� It was his idea, sir!�
Torn lost his
last thread of patience, �Whatever!� He returned his attention to the intruder.
�You! I asked you a question!�
The blue haired
woman scoffed. �You�re kiddin� me right. I�ve kicked your entire squadron�s ass
and you think you four and your little pea shooters are scaring me?�
�Five.� Ashelin
said standing up and aiming her gun. The governess was a bit worse for wear but
she was functioning.
�Don�t move.�
Jak said.
At that moment
his eyes locking with the woman�s, there was a brief flash of recognition
between them.
�I�m not giving
up. And I advise you not to shoot.� She finally said with a smug grin.
Jak lowered his
gun.
�What are you
doing?!� Torn growled.
Daxter was even
puzzled. �W�what are ya doin� big guy? I don�t think this girl�s the type you
let yer guard down on.�
�Don�t shoot.�
Jak said finally. �She�s channeling blue eco. She�s been using it somehow to
create a shield.�
�Yes,� Samos
said from his placed behind the overturned sofa. �Jak is right. I can feel the
energy around her.� Samos added a hint of astonishment in his voice.
�What?!� This
was the chorus from the rest of the room�s occupants.
�That�s why we
haven�t been able to so much as touch you!� Davis alleged angrily.
�Damn.� The eco
channeler chuckled. �You guys are good. Ah well,
I guess that means fun time is over.�
�Everybody get
back!�
Just as the
words left Ashelin�s mouth, another flare of blue eco filled the room pushing
everyone back crashing violently the surrounding walls. Unfortunately, Jak, who
was the closest at the time, took the brunt of the attack, and was sent back
through the desk in front of the door. Splitting it in
half, he and Daxter created quite an indention in the wall out there.
Torn was the first
to sit up afterwards watching as the assassin made her way toward Ashelin and Samos.
�You crazy
bitch!� Davis screamed as he tried in vain to stand up, only to fall back on
his ass in his rush.
Suddenly there
was another charge in the air, one much darker than the one before it. The blue
haired woman�s head snapped up, her eyes going wide in surprise. At the moment
the enraged snarled was the only warning she got before Dark Jak tore into the
room.
The swathed
warrior had only missed being ripped to shreds by Dark Jak�s first attack by
but a hair. From that point on it was an all out free for all. It was taking
massive amounts of both of the fighter�s eco reserves to keep up the
mind-boggling match, neither of them remaining unscathed.
The bystanders
had to scramble to just to stay out of their way.
In a final move
of desperation as well as opportunity, the blue eco assassin unsheathed the
blade from her side.
�Hey, Darky!
Watch out fer that�� But Daxter didn�t even get a chance to finish the warning
before Dark Jak was forced to dodge the first swing.
The girl
growled in growing frustration, getting off a kick but Dark�s claws made her
pay for it.
Her scream of
pain was all the distraction that was need however because someone took the
initiative, unleashing a well aimed flash grenade. The light temporally
blinding the woman long enough for Davis to land a particularly vicious blow
with a chair. The girl never knew what hit her flailing back through the
already shattered study window. Davis and Torn ran for the window in attempt to
go after her but cleared out just before being mauled by Dark Jak.
�Jak!� Samos
yelled after him, but the boy was already through the window.
And in the
midst of all that chaos, Daxter had amazingly lost his grip on his friend�s
shoulder. Collecting himself from a heap on the floor, the ottsel was the first
to make it to the shattered window. Dax struggled to make sense of the crowd of
panicking civilian below and scrambling FGs, but neither of the eco combatants
were anywhere to be found.
Torn was on his
communicator as soon as he got the chance. �I need medical assistance! And be
out on the look out for Jak! He�s gone Dark! He�s in pursuit of the bitch who
caused all this�� Most of his attention was now focused on an unconscious
Ashelin. �Fuck! Just find both of them!�
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