Haven City, Wednesday

[unborn_renegade]

"First stop, Hip Hog Haven," Jak said, walking out of the slums 'house' he and Daxter occupied. Well, mostly just Daxter, these days. The little orange Ottsel had been sworn to silence about five minutes in, because the last thing Jak needed was to hear him point out how Triela had 'turned into a Betty', or something like that

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[sorella_vecchia]

Triela was a bit surprised when Jak took off, but not all that surprised. He did seem to be always on the run, after all. She was only a couple of steps behind him with her duffel bag slung over her shoulder.

Still in her stupid heels and a skirt, but she was actually getting good enough in those that she was only a few steps behind him. She didn't bother asking what they were doing, he'd either explain or demonstrate soon.

[unborn_renegade]

Demonstrate.

Definitely demonstrate.

As soon as he was close enough to the vehicle, he pushed off, snagging the side of the zoomer. It dipped thataway, the driver shouting something or other. Jak wasn't paying attention - Jak was lifting him out of the seat, pushing himself up into said seat, and dropping the driver on the ground.

"Triela! Get over here!"

Jak wasn't above a good carjacking. Or five.

[sorella_vecchia]

A little unorthodox, perhaps, but it worked. Triela took two long steps and then jumped up and into the vehicle in one easy motion.

"You weren't kidding about the no covert thing," she commented with an amused grin. She could get used to that.

[unborn_renegade]

"Who's paying attention?" he snorted, kicking it up to speed.

Not the KG. They only seemed to pay attention if you hit them.

[sorella_vecchia]

Triela actually looked around, then snorted in amusement. "Man, you weren't kidding about this place." There were a few people kind of eying them, but no one chasing after them or looking like they were calling the authorities.

"Guess I can see why you're not much of a rules guy." Yeah, like Jak would have been a law abiding citizen if only he lived in some other city.

[unborn_renegade]

"The KG's worse than anything I could do," Jak said. He'd have shrugged, but: moving vehicle, and Daxter was clinging somewhat uncomfortably to his shoulder. "The Hip Hog's at the harbor. It's about three neighborhoods from here, so hold on."

[sorella_vecchia]

She rolled her eyes. Like she needed him to tell her to hold on. "We expecting to run into anyone along the way, or should I just relax?"

As if Triela even knew how.

[unborn_renegade]

"It's Haven. There's always someone."

Daxter peeked up over Jak's shoulder. "What he means is Jak doesn't pay a lot of attention to the road, so if he scoops one of 'em red helmets, it's gonna be bullet city!"

[sorella_vecchia]

Triela glanced down at the duffel bag sitting in the floorboards at her feet, then leaned down and zipped it open. "I think I could live with that," she decided.

No need to pull a weapon yet, but when she needed to... Well.

[unborn_renegade]

At which point the reason for the hold on became readily apparent: there were a bunch of slow-moving vehicles up ahead.

Jak didn't want to be bothered with them.

So he pushed forward, suddenly sending the zoomer headed down until it nearly hit the ground, and roared past them, nearly hitting several pedestrians on his way into the park.

[sorella_vecchia]

Despite Jak's warning, Triela was still surprised for a moment. One hand shot out to grab the dashboard in front of her, while the other hand snapped out to the side to grab Jak's seat for support.

"I guess it won't take too long to get where we're going, huh?"

[unborn_renegade]

"Not with his crazy driving!"

Jak ignored Daxter (a time-honored practice), took a few turns, pushed the ship back up, and suddenly they were shooting over a large expanse of water.

[sorella_vecchia]

"As long as he doesn't crash," Triela shrugged, unconcerned. Or dropper her in the water. Drowning would be a pretty embarrassing start to this little adventure, after all.

[unborn_renegade]

Good thing Jak had a lot of experience swimming? Although if she drowned, that kind of fell under 'I figured you could take care of yourself'.

He hit the brakes hard as soon as they closed in on the Hip Hog with its giant neon lights. "We're looking for a guy called Sig," he said, "We'll handle it."

"Tall, dark, and covered in Metal Head skulls!" Daxter contributed, as Jak hopped off the zoomer.

[sorella_vecchia]

"Looking to talk, or looking to shoot?" Triela asked as she grabbed her bag and hopped out after them. She was good with either one, really, but it was one of those points that was important to clarify before walking into a place that looked like the Hip Hog did.

Or a place that was called the Hip Hog, for that matter.

[unborn_renegade]

"Just talk," Daxter said, waving his hands at her from Jak's shoulder. "You don't want to tangle with Sig, babe - but don't worry. I'll protect you."

You could tell Jak's eyes were rolling. Anyway, as soon as he strode into the bar, the Ottsel hopped off his shoulder and made a direct beeline towards the bar itself, anyway. "Hey, Tess, babe...!"