My own war 4

Chapter Four

Torn was acting a little less superior. I guess I can cut the guy some slack and go back to the hideout. I was heading back when out of the corner of my eye I saw the blond elf heading the same way. I had a minute so I took a chance to get a better look at him. He wasn’t that bad looking, he was tall, and he had a nice face. Well built too. It’s a shame that he’s a fighter, letting a face like that get messed up is almost heartbreaking enough to make me cry. I shrugged it off and ran to the hideout, and flew down the steps.

“Torn!” I yelled, landing next to the table, making him jump. I laughed inside as he leaned down to retrieve the map he had dropped.

“What!” He snapped, not exactly happy with the way that I had entered the hideout.

“Wonder boy’s here.”

“Ok, thanks, Tess! Let’s go greet him!” Torn said, and she nodded and followed him outside. I followed silently, twirling my sword around silently. I leaned against the wall as the blond boy entered the alley, and walked up to us. Tess stepped in front of him, and he stumbled to introduce himself.

“Hi, I’m looking for Torn, Kor sent us.” Torn walked up to the blond elf and glared at him, giving him the once over and scowling darkly. I saw past the act Torn was putting on. He was just trying to make this guy jumpy.

“Um, are you Torn?” The elf asked, growing uneasy under his gaze, and the rat on his shoulder spoke up.

“Maybe he’s a mute, like you used to be.” The elf rolled his eyes and I had to laugh into my hand to keep from bursting into laughter. Torn glared at me as a warning and I hid my smile, but I was pretty sure the rat saw it because he smiled at me.

“New faces make me nervous. Word is you’re out to join the fight against the baron. You know, choosing the wrong side could be unhealthy.” Torn said, trying again to shake the poor guy up, but he had regained his own tough guy attitude. I smiled at Tess, wondering who would end up intimidating who in this argument.

“We want to see the shadow.”

“Heh, not likely. If you really want to prove your worth, steal the barons banner from the old city, and bring it back to me, then, maybe we’ll talk.” Torn tossed his knife up and caught it, and the elf turned and smirked at him.

“What’s your name?” I asked, looking at the blond elf with slight interest.

“It’s Jak, and this is Daxter.” Jak said, and he walked away, following his radar that pointed out the location of the dead city that Torn was sending him too.

“Trista. Follow him, make sure he doesn’t pull anything.” Torn said, and walked back into the hideout. I shrugged and ran after Jak, wondering why all of the sudden Torn thought we needed to be careful. I shook away those thoughts as I followed Jak and Daxter. Oh well, just another way to pass the time.