Epilogue
It was the biggest fireworks display that the residents had ever seen. It seemed to go on forever. The barrier held up the entire time, and eventually the barrage ceased. Using the announcement system that Dawe had used for so long to talk with the town, the people were able to send a message to land. After it was confirmed that they were not there as an enemy, the land city sent out a boat with several representatives.
After discussions between the representatives and the new leaders of Barrier City, they formed a truce and began working with each other to bring the city back into the world. Soon afterwards, they were able to conv
20.
Sion found Schultz sitting on the curb of the street, breathing heavily. "Schultz?" he asked as he walked up to him.
Shultz looked up at him, disappointed that he wasn't Jak. If it had been, he would have somehow created for himself a second wind and throttled him to death. However, he remained exhausted. Between breaths, he managed to get out, "Haven't seen you in a long time. You're still working with him?"
"Yeah, Schultz. We got thrown out of the city by Dawe and had to sneak back in. Sorry about the whole pit thing. It turned out that we didn't need that aspect of our plan."
"You mean that you were going to use me to launch you tw
19.
"Is it the time to do something yet?" Packard asked, after Jak and Sion had come back inside. He had been bored out of his mind since they had moved into the apartments. Sure, taking care of the people of the camp was indefinitely important, it definitely lacked an element of excitement or fun. "Is there anything we can do?"
Jak was deep in thought on that exact question. "I have a feeling that the people of this city aren't too pleased with Dawe, and they will want to do something about it. Our best shot at taking Dawe down is to get in cahoots with that resistance."
"How exactly do you plan to do that?" Sion asked, partly interested
18.
"He's still going to blast the city into space?"
"Apparently the fact that we came back in wasn't an issue for him. He probably thinks that it was just some kids messing around with a broken down Transpod. I think we're still in the clear. Anyway, we've got to find a place for these people to stay. Once we get up there, it's going to be freezing."
"Movie theater?"
"No, we can't admit over five hundred people to the complex at once. I think we should go and see if my place is available. I don't think that anyone else would have moved into it in this amount of time," Sion said.
"Can your apartment hold five hundred people?" asked Jak.
17.
The image of a very happy squirrel appeared on the screen, and said in a typical squirrel voice, "Welcome to the Intranet, Mr. Dawe. Where would you like to go?" A menu of options popped up alongside the squirrel, with hundreds of different options that the four of them would love to have explored. However, they knew what they had to find, and it eventually scrolled onto the menu.
Jak clicked on the link that was labeled 'City Layout and Assets'. Instantly, a full screen digital map of the city came up in front of them. On the right side of the display was a blank search box. Jak moved the cursor over to it, and activated it. He typed i
16.
They kept to the spiraling stairwell for the entire trip down. A clock on the wall read 3:34 A.M. To their surprise and shock, they encountered a security officer walking up between the second and third floors. At first, they tried to enter the door to the third floor in order to hide in an office or whatever else they happened upon, but the door was locked. Running up the stairs would have been a dead giveaway, and so they decided to put Jak's theory into practice.
Jak and Sion began having a very sensible sounding conversation about the increasing price of hammers within the wholesale district. Sha and Kiva occasionally chipped in dif
Prologue
It had started raining again. This made the third day this week. Seeing as there had only been two days in the week so far, this meant that there was much more rain than usual, even for Dawe City. The weather bared no reflection on the mood that the city had taken as its default since its creation. Sure, the world outside was a total mess, with each country blowing the brains out of each other, but they were safe and living a wonderful life.
Dawe City stood, gleaming and beautiful, in the middle of the massive Gale Desert, surrounded by a great shining cylindrical barrier that all could exit, but only certain persons could enter. T
1.
Work had been rather dull for Jak Azure. The problem was simple enough to understand; in a town where every person has the idea of peace, brotherhood, and general niceness on their mind the majority of the time, people just weren't killing each other or striking sneaky deals anymore. Drugs weren't a problem anymore either, thanks to Dawe's Foodpod. Nowadays, smoking had been completely rinsed clean of any health hazards, and now the sensations and supposed relaxations of smoking and drug use could be enjoyed without any fear of death or legal proceedings. It wasn't fun being a detective in paradise.
Jak often found himself leaving the of
2.
A few blocks away, at Heiwa Medical Center, Dr. Sion Exion was finishing up a set of stitches on a child's arm. She had fallen off of the swing set at Dawe City Park, and her mother had brought her into the ER amidst a rather violent crying fit. Within sixty seconds of his arrival, Dr. Exion had, with minimal effort, convinced the girl to stop crying and now she was even smiling a little.
"You should be fine in a couple of weeks, just don't pick at them"
"I won't pick attem' doctor. Thank you doctor."
Sion smiled at the girl and her mother. "That's a good girl, I'll see you again in a couple weeks and we'll take them out."
"Ooo-kay,"
3.
Jak was woken up rather abruptly by the telephone. Slowly sitting up in bed, he picked up the receiver.
"Yeah?"
"Is this Jak Azure?" said a heavily accented voice on the other end.
"Yeah...who's calling?"
"This is Sergeant Schultz from the Dawe P.D."
"What do you want? Do you know what time it is?"
"That's not important. Look, I need you to get over to Heiwa Medical Center on Malta Street?"
"Why?"
"I'll explain when you get here, just get here as fast as you can."
Schultz hung up on the other end. Jak simply sat up in his bed for a couple of minutes, trying to figure out what had just happened. "Well," he thought to himself, "thi
4.
As the three entered the office, all of them felt as if they had stepped into the lap of luxury incarnate. Almost every item in the room was gleaming under the single light that hung from the ceiling, and took up a good deal of air space. The room was divided into two areas, a desk with chairs for business and the like, and a small set of mahogany furniture surrounding a fireplace on the leftmost wall. There was a couch, two chairs, and a loveseat, as well as a solid wood table in the middle.
Currently occupying the couch was Sion, looking both amazed and confused at the recent developments of the night.
"Dr. Exion?" said Schultz.
"Yes
5.
The warehouse district of Dawe City was, to say the least, not a typical industrial district. The entire district consisted of four massive buildings that could each house an airplane hangar or two with little difficulty. At the intersection of these four colossi was the office, which when measured up to the size of the buildings it administrated for, it was rather like comparing a cellular phone to a metropolitan shopping center. The office was a plain white cube, only one story tall, with one window on three of the sides, and a simple glass door on the fourth.
Standing outside the simple glass door were Schultz and Jak. Schultz was loo
6.
September's Restaurant was the most exclusive restaurant in Dawe City, and quite possibly the entire world. One would probably have an easier time lifting a city bus than catching a glance at its menu. Reservations did not, as Schultz seemed to believe, need to be made months in advance, they had to be made years in advance. The reason for Septembers' amazing exclusivity could be summed up in one sentence, and here it is. September's restaurant was the only place in Dawe City where the food where one could actually order food.
In the terms of the rest of the world, this would seem to be a very common characteristic that was shared by all
7.
Not surprisingly, Schultz was asleep when the two returned to the warehouse district. He had fallen over in his slumber and was no longer a blockade to the door. Jak and Sion didn't need to exchange words in order to come to a decision as to what to do. Carefully, the two maneuvered around the sleeping police chief and went into the office.
Inside the office, Frank, the warehouse manager, greeted the two. "Is that your friend outside?" he asked in a manner more curious than anything else.
"Well, you could say that. We're just here trying to find out what happened to Mervin Shell.
"Didn't you hear? A Foodpod dropped on his head. He must
8.
"I can't believe I'm doing this,"
"It was your idea, now shut up and fire the stinkin' thing."
By methods unknown to Sion, Jak had produced for the operation a long-range harpoon gun. Although he had knowledge of how it worked, he made it clear that he was a terrible shot. Sion, being a surgeon, must have been, as concluded by Jak, incredibly precise and more than qualified to shoot.
The plan went something like this: at exactly 11:58 and twenty two seconds, Sion would fire a harpoon attached to a cable from the roof of the print shop (conveniently placed on a tall hill) to the storage cabinet on top of their target warehouse. The two
9.
Having found out what they wanted to know, Sion and Jak decided that it was time to leave. "I just wish I knew where this river went," said Jak.
"Well, there's one way to find out," replied Sion.
"What's that?"
Without answering, Sion threw the cell phone into the raging torrent.
"GPS, ain't it great."
Simultaneously confused and surprised at Sion's ingenuity and willingness to sacrifice his phone, Jak simply commented, "Uh, all right then, let's get going.
Feeling a bit more relaxed, the two left the dock area and headed out the door. "So how do we get out of here."
"You don't," a mysterious voice said from somewhere above them.
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