The two heroes were sleeping in after the last sequence of events, outside, Trinity was fiddling with the goggles. 'These should do.' Trin thought. He went inside of the hideout, switching his own goggles Jak borrowed with some new ones.

Trinity put on his goggles, "Torn."

"What is it?" Torn was busy scanning the plans with endless scribbles on countless of papers and maps. "Don't cause any trouble that would risk my men or anything." His eyes were glued onto the papers, he didn't even turn his head.

"Call me on the Communicator when you send them for another mission. I'm heading out." Trinity stepped out once Torn nodded.

It was still somewhat dark out, the sun hasn't rose yet. The cold wind blew on his frigid, steel mask. He was met with a freezing nightly air. "Hey Trin, you going to go to the Gun Course or something?" A female blonde was messing around with a Zoomer.

"Not quite. Just some Metalhead hunting and gathering up skullgems." He pulled out his Jet Board and fiddled around with it.

"What do you think of the new recruits? That ottsel, Daxter I think, is quite funny and cute." She leaned on her green vehicle, thinking.

"You falling for that fuzzy ottsel or something Tess?" He teased with a slight chuckle.

She gasped, "What? No."

"I'm just playing with you." He jumped on the board, "See ya." With that, the hoverboard zoomed across the gray streets of Haven City.

'You're not just collecting those gems to keep aren't you?...' Tess, the blonde-haired woman who first saw the duo after the Prison escape, thought to herself.

Trinity was always a mysterious one, always coming and going. At first, Torn suspected him as some spy that would leak information to the KG and Baron Praxis - his assumptions were far off...

Torn glanced at Trinity's bunker bed, he noticed a part of a gun, the stock, was just sitting there - Trinity's Eco Rifle was laying there. 'Trin never left his gun. What is he planning to do?'

As he roamed the streets, he jumped over many people's heads with his board. "Hey! Watch it!" A Krimzon Guard yelled out, he was on edge, just like any other KG actually.

The tall buildings had holograms of many bright images that painted some parts of the city, one of them showed the KG symbol and advertised, "We've had a few... Incidents with our lower-class labor force lately." It switched to a rabid, purple creature. "If your Lurker is acting up, call Krimzon Animal Control. Is your Lurker stuck in a tree? Stuck in a sewer grate? Foaming at the mouth?"

'Yeah right. You make those Lurkers seem like they're all just feral beasts.' He was annoyed with the constant lies the advertisements display, the only thing that it shows Trin knows it's true - is the wanted prisoners or criminals. 'Even these people know those KG are just bastards under his command...'

"Call the friendly officers of the K.A.C, and they will deal with your furry slave with all the love and care is deserves. Then haul it away for reconditioning." He dismounted the Jet Board, seeing that it works fine.

Every block, every corner, there was always someone walking miserably. He always wondered if the city was ever depressing as it is now, what was it like in the past?

[ALERT, ALERT.]

'What?'

[LEVEL: MAJOR.]

'Major... Metalhead attack?'

"BRING REINFORCEMENTS!" Krimzon Hellcat Cruisers filled the hover zones overhead, the civilians ran in immense panic. Even the KG Zoomers rushed into the danger. "WE NEED MORE FIREPOWER! NOW! CAPTURE THAT PRISONER!"

Someone zipped passed Trin, he caught sight of the pale-skinned criminal.
The figure tackled him and they tumbled into a dark corner of narrow ways in the city, his eyes met the two black orbs. Under the silhouette's piercing gaze, he felt hate... 'It can't be...' A growl erupted from its throat, its white sharp teeth glistening in the darkness... It jumped away, running from the KG troops.

He desperately hollered. "Wait!-" The sinister figure stopped and turned, Trinity halted in his tracks, unable to say anything. It snarled showing its loathe for him, and dashed away.

"Where did it go?!" The ground troops ran around, Trin had to hide.

He shot into an alley and shouted, "OVER HERE!" The guards headed towards the opposite direction of the prisoner. 'Stupid KG.' He then ran after the mysterious individual.

[Back at The Slums...]

The duo approached the huge, messy table were Torn usually is.

Dax beamed, "The demolition duo has returned! One barbecued ammo dump served up hot!"

Jak came near Torn, "We saw something odd while torching that ammo. The Baron's guards were giving barrels filled with eco to a group of Metal Heads!"

"Really? The Shadow will be very interested to hear that." Torn ripped his attention from the map with a smirk.

"You know, so far your gigs have been easier than stealin' grass from a sleeping yakow." Daxter jumped on the table.

Torn pointed the two, "You and the rodent want to start proving yourselves? One of our "suppliers" needs his payment delivered - a bag of eco ore. Take the Zoomer parked out back and drive it to the Hip Hog Heaven saloon in South Town. Ask for Krew - he'll be there. And don't let the Baron's patrols stop you. By the way, when you get there, pump Krew for information. He's wired into the city and may know what the Baron is up to." He informed.

As they were about to take their leave, Torn held his hand up to stop them, Jak waited with his brow raised.

Torn pulled put his Communicator, "Hey, Trin, make sure they deliver the bag of eco ore while they head to Krew."

"Alright. H-" Shots and gunfire was heard as it rang out of the speaker from the Trinity's side. "Give me a sec, and I'll be there."

"What's going on?-" He queried.

"Just - in a tight spot here." The communication ended before Torn finished.

"Always..." He mumbled as he rubbed his eyes in annoyance. Footsteps were heard outside of the sliding door. "Trin's here." He went back to work as his eyes were fixed on the papers.

Daxter shouted enthusiastically. "Well! You can count on us!" As they resumed leaving.

"Are you still here?" Torn had his back facing them.

As soon as Jak saw Trinity, he was a bit shocked, he wondered if Trin was just going to slow them down in his current condition. He was on his own small vehicle applying Green Eco to his wounds, it stung a little as it rapidly healed.

"You'd think I'll just be a burden." Trinity turned it on, "You're wrong. I'll be ahead, you can follow me for some shortcuts."

"What about your Eco Rifle?"

"Don't need it right now. C'mon, time's wasting." The vehicle 'vroomed' as he hit the gas pedal, outside, the KG were in high alert for some reason. The duo didnt let a second slip past as they hurriedly activated the green Zoomer.

The wind rushed past the trio, Trin's cape flapping wildly behind him. Somehow, it soon turned into a race. They were having tons of fun, however, it was abruptly cut short as shots were fired ahead! Jak ducked his head as more tracers darted past the three!

"He's got a package! Suspects has suspicious cargo! Move in!" The Krimzon Guards yelled out. "We think it's an illegal shipment. Suspects in known Underground vehicles!" They Hellcats were on their tail, some intercepted in their tracks!

"Damn!" Trinity yelled. 'They mightve been on high alert because of that prisoner...'

Torn (Communicator):
<<Jak, it's a guard roadblock, get out of there!>>

"All units close in on vehicles! You're under arrest, pull over!" The KG commander over the speakers!

There was a Krimzon Guard roadblock a few yards ahead! Jak and Dax's Zoomer had one of its fins clipped off as they flied through the KG's! Both of the hover vehicles that lanced through were spitting out jet-black smoke, its engines made a horrible sound. Indicating that it was giving out.

"We can't keep up! Stop that vehicle!"

"Hold on tight, look ahead!" He warned, the duo wasn't doing much good, but neither is Trinity; his own hover vehicle was smoking! 'Precursors! It wouldn't make any sense for a prisoner's escape to attract these many units!'

Torn (Communicator):
<<They've set up a another roadblock, they're on to you!>>

They zipped past, despite their efforts, the KG units were still on their tail! Hundreds of shots were dashing through them, only one hit Jak's; burning the side of the hovercar.

"How much longer?!" Jak questioned.

Daxter yelled aloud, "Yeah, I don't think this thing can take anymore!"

"We're almost at the South Town! Just one last stretch!" Trin bellowed as he pointed ahead, towards the building with a neon sign. "Over there!"

Panting hard with a sense of relief and they finally caught their breath they didn't realize they were holding, the group had finally lost the chasers. Trinity's car died and he had to jump off as soon as possible, leaving the battered Zoomer to explode.

Jak's own 'bound-to-be-broken' mount had its paint scratched off, its chassis was damaged from the chase, Dax wiped his head; getting rid of the sweat that had built up during the hectic events.

"How's the package?" They parked and looked at the brown bag, the lace to keep it neatly wrapped was singed on the end.

They sighed, 'At least it wasn't caught in this mess.'

"It's still in a fine state. Let's head inside." Jak said.

There was arcade games at the corner, it was a bar kind of place. There were pictures hung of someone or someone's family up that the walls, Trin didn't really like this place, but people like The Underground, hang here. Krew is one of Torn's valuable "suppliers", Trin hates him though.

They were all met with an appalling, strong scent of liquor as they stepped in - it's a bar, completely understandable. Trinity wasn't much of a drunk, drinks aren't much favorable to him, as he takes no complete interest in those.

Daxter jumped off of his shoulder as he strolled, "Let me handle this, Jak. Watch my finesse and style!"

"Don't forget to ask about..." Jak got interrupted.

"Everything's cool. Nobody panic. Hey, big guy! You Krew? Well we shook the heat, and your shipment's in primo condition." He approached a man with a dark toned skin, someone who rode on a hover chair flew near.

"That's good 'ey, because a cargo of rare eco ore is worth more than ten of your lives! Mmmm and of course, I'd be forced to collect... ah slowly." Krew's terrible breath floated to Jak, somewhat unbearable... "Heh heh." He glanced at Trin, "Ah, Trinity. The Underground will take anyone with a pulse these days 'ey. And what do we have here?" He hovered near Daxter's furry face, and rubbed Dax's face roughly, the ottsel stuck his tongue out in disgust. "The Shadow's mascot of the month? Oooh, soft... Sig, this fur would go well with my silk suits, ey?" He spoke towards the man with an interesting weapon in his hand.

"So this is Krew?..." Jak whispered.

(Krew Concept Art)

Trin sighed. "He's an annoying piece of yakow crap. But, he's a good weapon's dealer..." He paused. "If, you do some work for him."

"Listen, ah, tons of fun, anyone can see that you, uh, and I have the real juice in this burg. We're both players, right? We're both looking for a piece of the action, right? I think we can do business, right?" Daxter replied while gesturing with hand movements.

Jak has gotten tired and grown impatient, "We did you a favor, now it's your turn. Why is the Baron giving eco to Metal Heads?"

Krew lashed, "Questions like that could get a person killed 'ey! Sig, pay "el Capitan" here and his friends a bonus. If you want to see what that baby can do, try the Gun Course outside. Show me some skill with that hardware, and I'll hire you for a job or two 'ey." He threw a gun to Jak, and the recruit couldn't wait, excitement and curiosity filled his mind.

Before Trin left, he took a threatening step to Krew with his blade. The man with a strange armor and weapon took caution. "If that gun gets them killed - like the last guy, you're next for my target practice."

They walked outside with another assignment, but, more... Fun and satisfying.

"Let me see that." Trin took it from his hands. "Hmm..." He examined the weapon closely with lots of interest.

"What are you doing?"

"You are one lucky guy. This isn't just any weapon, it's a Morph Gun, if you can get the gun mods, this will be entirely different gun." He tossed it back to him. "For now, it's a Scatter Gun. Short-range and can pack a punch, uses Red Eco ammunition. The Gun Course isn't too far, the reason why I don't need my sniper rifle..." He patted his back holster. "Is because, I too, have something for the Gun Course."

(Scatter Gun Concept Art)