Wastland Mayham (Jak 3 Fiction)

Russell?

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The next day I found myself back with Christa only this time Mae and Ronnie were present. Mae was a shy girl but I could tell that if I pushed the wrong button...well where you see one Mae I see four. Get it? See four, c4? She would explode and kick ass! She was a short thing with brown hair and honey eyes. She wore a white long sleeved shirt and white pants. How I have no fucking clue cause it was so fucking hot. I would melt in her out fit, fuck I melt in mine.

Ronnie wasn't very impressive, he was lazy and definitely had a thing for cars. It was a chore in itself to get him to do his fair share of work. He had short brown hair and green eyes. He wore a sleeveless shirt and knee length shorts.

"Hey Christa why don't I go coral a few more leaper lizards?" Ronnie proposed leaning against the stall I was working on.

"I say hell no you jerk, you'll fuck around out their and get nothing done. Mae should be the one to do it if anyone is allowed to." I huffed scrubbing the stall down.

"I vote not, I don't like the vehicles...." Mae mumbled from her stall.

"See, so it should be me!" Ronnie said getting excited.

"No, it should be Christa then."

"Um, no thank you me and the desert don't get along remember?" Christa said spraying down a leaper with a vitamin spray.

"See! See! It should be me to go!" Ronnie said practically jumping up and down.

"Why don't you both go that way we know Ronnies doing his job and Jackie's learning the rope?" Mae suggested timidly.

"That's actually a pretty darn good idea! Jackie?"

"Fine I've got babysitting duty." I sighed getting up and wiping my hands on a clean wash rag.

"What! I don't need a babysitter!" Ronnie defended.

"Shut up and drive grease monkey." I muttered pushing him towards the door. He ran up so I couldn't push him no more and glared at me." Oh shut up! Your getting what you want and if, you are a good driver we can go messing around." I said and he seemed to perk up at that. It made me almost regret said what I just did.

We walked into the city's garage and he immediately went for the Sand Shark. It was like a kid on Christmas morning. I rolled my eyes and hopped in with him. 'I swear you tip us over you will die a slow death!'

"So which one is your favorite?" Ronnie asked me as we pulled out.

"Tough puppy." I said with out so much as blinking.

"What? That runt?"

"Hey it may have no guns but its control is beast!"

"Yeah but theirs no guns!"

"Yes but it's hard to hit something when your drifting left and right. The Tough puppy can easily get away from anyone whos shooting at it and its hard to crash into it."

"Yes but..."

"But what? It's the best car to go out for anything that doesn't require killing off anything."

"You...you...win......but the Sand Shark is my second favorite! What's yours?"

"Dune hopper! It's weapons are very effective long rang and its amazing jumping abilities can get you out of almost any stick situation."