Wastland Mayham (Jak 3 Fiction)

Ring the bell its Round Two

"Well if it isn't the newbies." Kleiver said once we entered the city garage that lead to the city gate.

"Keep yappin' jelly boy, we'll see who..." Daxter said.

"Bite ya bum, rat face, or I'll pound ya!" Kleiver threatened grabbing Daxter to get into his face before letting him go. Me and Jak weren't phases by this since well, he was asking for it.

"Uurgh... Great stink of the Precursors. I got two words for ya... tooth brush!" Daxter said waving a hand in his face. I could only imagine how Kleivers breath smelled and hopefully it stayed that way.

"Nice rides." Jak said looking like a kid in the candy store.

"You like what you see? We use these babies to make runs into the deep desert to retrieve artifacts. Tough wheels for tough work." Kleiver explained.

"You said we could use one." Jak said hopefully, I cracked a smirk knowing what was coming.

"I did, didn't I? But not one of those. Those are for the big boys. You can use that one." Kleiver said pointing to the tough puppy. It was a single seated non armed vehicle that was pretty slow. I used to take that thing out for spins to practice my driving and evasion skills. My favorite thing about this vehicle was the antenna. It's just entertaining to watch it bend with the wind or from movement. I'm easily entertained what can I say.

"Hah! What a runt!" Daxter said.

"Seems to fit you." Kleiver teased

"Get in, Dax. I'll drive." Jak ran to the vehicle. Jak didn't mind it being a runt he just was happy to get a set of wheels.

"Care to wager a little somethin' on a race, then? If you win, I'll let you keep that little vehicle for as long as you live. And if I win?"

"I don't have anything." He pointed out.

"I'd say that yappy rodent of yours is a bit bony, but skinned and buttered he'd make a nice treat. My vehicle against him."

"Forget it buddy! Jak would never..." Daxter said with all the confidence in the world. It was truly moving how much trust Dax had in Jak.

"Done! What? Don't worry. If there's one thing I can do, it's race." Jak said defending himself. Well, looks like that trust was misplaced. They hoped into Tough Puppy and dove out the gate.

I watched them go untill the gate closed stopping the wind and sand from whipping into the garage. It covered everything with a fine layer of sand.

"You wanna some coin lass?" Kleiver said turning to me. I lifted an eyebrow but the prospect of money was to much to resist.

"Sure, what do you have in mind?" I asked crossing my arms.

"While I'm off racing the newbies I want you to clean the sand from the vehicles. We don't like sand on the interior." He said going to the sand shark. He started patting down the seat cleaning it before getting in.

"Okay, um.....by any chance is their a cleaning storage room or something?" I asked.

"That door closest to the city door, all the thing ya need are their. Do a good job taking care of my babies and I make sure your taken care of." He said before pulling out. I waited untill the gates were closed once more before going into the door Kleiver mentioned.

It wasn't that big about the size of a walk in closet and filled with shelves. I grabbed a few rags that were folded up on a shelf and found a bottle that said leather polish, then a bottle of chrome cleaner.

I set out working on the vehicles, I had the Dune Hopper and another car cleaned up by the time Damas and Pecker came stolling in. I looked up at them momentarily before going back to work humming The Living Tombstones "Die in a Fire."