Far From Haven - An Alternate Story to Jak II

Krew

"My spies torched the Baron's ammo dump and found some guards trading Dark Eco with Metal Head." Torn says through the comm.

"Really? I'm sure the Shadow will appreciate that information." Tess replies as she gets ready for work.

"I'm glad you agree, I'll update you when we get something new. Krew needs his usual delivery of eco ore."

"Of course he does, I'll be by to pick it up."

"Torn out."

Tess groans, "He needs to learn how to hang up a call."

Tess adjusts her jacket and bam, she is ready. She walked out of her room to see Jak doing a morning routine. He was stretching currently. He was paying no mind to the world until he heard Tess close her door. He turned and looked at her and he looked significantly better than he did a few days ago. He didn't look weak like he did before.

Jak figures she is off to work like usual. He goes back to stretching like he was before she walked in. Tess went to her fridge to grab a snack. She walked towards the exit until she stopped. Jak noticed and looked back to her again.

"Is something wrong?" Jak asked her.

"I'm fine I was just wondering if you'd like to tag along this time?" Tess offered.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I've had you cooped up here for a while so I feel like it would be beneficial to you since you brought water back to the Slums."

"Thanks Tess."

"Oh you know, it's nothing. It would be nice to have decent company anyway.

Jak grabbed a pair of shoes she bought for him and quickly put them on. Finally, something to do besides sitting there like a waiting duck. Once he put them on, she opened the door with him following quickly behind. This should be fun... until the guards get mad.

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Daxter was leaning up against the armory wall. Waiting for a certain man named Errol to come out. Like clockwork, Errol walked out when he was expected to and the little Ottsel was inside. Don't worry Jak, he's almost there to save you.

The rodent walked around the office desk and went to the back room quickly. There were guards everywhere, of course. That recent hit on the armory has them all angry and on more edge. It's hard to blame them when they were just doing their job.

The Ottsel was walking cautiously until he heard guard footsteps. He quickly ran up the pipe next to him to hide from the incoming voices. Breathing quietly to himself, he listens to the guards talking.

"So, you hear what happened to that 'cargo' Errol had that guard escort out?" The red guard asks.

"No, I must have been busy training. What happened?" The yellow one asked.

"Apparently the Dark Warrior wasn't there when he checked. Errol killed the guard that led the body out."

"So you're telling me it's alive?"

"Shouldn't be to bad now..." Their voices fade away.

Whoever this Dark Warrior guy is must be one unfortunate bastard. Daxter hopped down and rolled his eyes at the guards. He continued on the path through the facility.

Eventually, Daxter gets to a classified office room. Good for him that he is small. Daxter climbed up the wall and grabbed onto the grate ceiling, there was a small space that he barely fit through. Once inside, he dropped down onto the desk. There must be something here.

He looked through a bunch of random files. Each had numbers and pictures with information about the Dark Warrior project. 777142-Dead. 767342-Dead. 774528-Dead. 777163-Dead.