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Well, it had happened; he and Pinky had finally been caught.

Jak sat in the defendant's box, looking around the courtroom with interest. He'd never been court-martialed before.

((Forward-dated to the very end of the alignment virus))

The Bloody Hook was, surprisingly enough, mostly a racers' bar. In the last year or so Jak had achieved quite a bit of fame on Kras City's racetracks, so he'd secured an out-of-the-way booth that people weren't likely to look into.

Of course, in Kras City, it was usually wise not to take an interest in anything shady in case the people involved decided to take an interest in you. Specifically in conjunction with the sharp objects that a lot of them seemed to be named after.

Jak was watching the door, waiting for Rose to arrive. He had a fairly good idea of what she'd look like from her icons, but he'd never met her in person, so he was watching carefully. Then again, anyone without the long, pointed ears that were common in Jak's world would probably be fairly conspicuous.