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.