Jak 2: Bath time part 2

Jak 2: Bath Time!! Part 2


“There is no way in hell I am tracking him down to get him to take a bath…” Torn didn’t even want to THINK about the suggestion Daxter just offered. He began to pace around his desk, his brows furrowed about what to do. Why worry about Jak? It was just a stupid bath…besides, if he was that thing, he didn’t need to worry about danger.

          “While I myself know a bath isn’t required…” Daxter smirked, not exactly the ace of cleanliness either,”but think about what he could do out in the city.” Bringing it up made Torn’s pacing around the table slow slightly, taking the thought into his head. “He could massacre the guard, he could cause all sorts of possible mayhem and mess things up for us! Worse comes to worse he could be captured.” Daxter stared at Torn, who was staring now at the doorway Dark had fed through only a half an hour ago beforehand. He hated it…but Daxter had a point. If the orange furred mongrel was right…to what extent of damage could that thing cause…?

          The silence was nerve-wrecking. Finally, Torn growled and pulled out his communicator.”…I better call Ashelin…” he simply said. “Better not take the chance that Jak won’t do something stupid…” he thought as the static erupted through the communicator. “Ashelin, come in. You got time? …Lots of it?” he asked, the communicator buzzing like an annoying fly.

         A few seconds, later, her voice replaced the static. “Torn? What are you calling for? And yeah I’m not doing anything right now, but why do you need me?” she sounded curious as Torn massaged his temple with one of his fingers.

          “It’s…complicated…meet me outside HQ…we’re probably going to need help for this…” Torn finished. He shut the communicator off before Ashelin could poke him for more information. Sighing in frustration, he started for the stair, grumbling, “I can’t…freaking…believe this is how I’m wasting my time…” his low voice was filled with annoyance. He turned to Daxter who was standing on the map table. “You too, rat. I’ve got the bad feeling I’ll need everyone I can get for this…” he muttered. “But don’t even think about trying to sit on my shoulder…” Daxter brightened up and nodded, jumping to the ground and scampering after him.


Meanwhile…

        Dark didn’t think there was ever a time he felt so free to do what he wanted…and hey, when you got a whole bunch of people to terrorize…well! He still stuck to the shadows, though. He didn’t want to stir things up yet. Hah! Like he was taking a bath when he had so much more to do. They were just a little cuts and dirt. Nothing to worry about. Scanning the city, he watched the zoomers above him. Man…maybe he could toss someone out of one of the faster ones and take it for a spin…he shook his head. Eh…a he could save a joyride for later.

          Someone shouting at him made him perk his ears slightly. “Halt! Show yourself!” it was a crimson guard. He was pointing the trademark rifle at him. Raising an eyebrow, Dark couldn’t help but chuckle. A single whelp like that guard was threatening him? A murderous sparkle in his eyes, he stepped from the shadows, claws flexed. He could sense the feeling of dread that came over the guard, and he could see the gun shaking in his hand. Dark Jak smiled malevolently, his gleaming black eyes piercing the goggled ones of the guard, paralyzing him with overwhelming fear. This was going to be fun…