Haven City to Room 408, Friday Evening
Jak had given up on predicting what his next mission was going to look like. And that was a damn good thing; it kept him from being too surprised or disappointed when the next one was, apparently, babysitting duty for Samos.
Well, fine. Escorting the kid down to see Kor at the power station. It was all the same to Jak.
He had to give the kid points, though: he had a good taste in pets. The boy's crocadog stayed quiet during the bumpy ride down, kept his head low when shots got fired, and wasn't even too bad as a warning signal whenever any KG got it into their skulls to get in close.
Jak just wished the kid would... stop... trying... to touch him... all the time.
It was just.
Uncomfortable.
"Interesting," Kor observed. Jak had kneeled down to stroke the crocadog over the head. Hey, he had done a good job. "That insufferable mutt never liked anyone but the boy..."
Jak shrugged internally, scritching the dog behind the ears, leaving him a happy, drooling mess. "Guess I'm just good with animals."
"Hmph. I just hope we have enough eco to keep the Metal Heads at bay..."
And so on. And whatever.
By the time he was running the JET-board across lava mountains and up a long, metal trail just to bust apart some stupid mining project Praxis had going on? Yeah. Jak did not have any expectations for missions. None at all.
He did, however, learn a valuable lesson about how much grenades sucked.
Some time later, Jak nearly dragged himself into the room. His tunic was rubbing badly over some eco burns he'd acquired courtesy of the KG's ever-vigilant eyes, and he probably smelled as bad as Jono ever did with all the black patches on his clothes.
A hit of green eco had taken care of any major injuries, but... yeah. Okay. This sucked. A lot.
He tossed his tunic onto his bed, shivering at the air contact on his still-sensitive skin, and started digging around for some bandages and... what was that stuff called? Aloe... something or other.
Best he could think of.
He didn't even notice the small, moving hump under his blankets. Cute creatures were so far off his radar right now.
Well, unless they were crocadogs. That one had been kinda cool.
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