It'd only been a couple of weeks, but Fandom seemed a whole other lifetime away. Haven was getting worse by the day -- not that Jak cared much about the state of the city -- and jobs were coming in hot and fast ( Read more... )

It'd been so long since Jak got called in for a mission that when he finally did, it actually managed to throw him.

( Krew's bar, the Hip Hog, smelled like something you'd find at the bottom of a toilet. At least that much hadn't changed. )

( Of blonde buxom babes, ancient soothsayers, and birds with vindictive mothers. )