The Sleeping Jak
He thought it couldn't be worse than it was. From the paper that he got in the morning, there were four hideouts raided in the last two hours. He had tended the situation, but Boss didn't like how he was late in telling him. He couldn't have known that there was someone who has been killing their men while he was having with the girls.
He was about to reach out for the communicator on his table when the wall next to him imploded. A shadowy figure rushed in and swung a blade that hummed the air. He could recognize a vibrant blade. All the humans on topside, the ones good at killing were the one who owned them. The figure he saw was fast as lightning. He bounced on the wall and targeted the first one in the room and cleaved him into, separating the upper and lower body. He fired the grappler on his left wrist and pulled the one running away to the tip of his vibrant blade. Twisting his body, he slashed down and cut another head off someone's body.
There was no need to hesitate any longer. He rammed his body on the window and fell on top of the tower. He had grabbed hold of his communicator. He contacted the boss only for the communicator to explode in front of his face. He looked behind. The figure in the white mask with red paint slanted across the mask followed. He spun mid-air and tried to ram the vibrant blade in his spine. He lashed out his claw only for him to realize that it was what the Ghost was going for.
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Jak pulled the blade out of the demihuman. The demihuman's diluted blood making a puddle on the concrete floor. He swiped the vibrant blade and squeezed the detonator. He was Jak at this moment. Good old Jak focused on getting rid of pests.
Jak had killed them. He had killed his way through four hideouts. Cleaned the pests. He took them out while they were busy cleaning their motorbikes run by fossil fuel. Each hideout was filled with these mutated humans with sometimes tougher than steel. If it wasn't for the vibrant blade, he could had tougher time to kill them. Jak was not careless in his attempts to destroy them. He made sure that their hideouts were burning. It might be foolish to drag them back to their hideouts, but it was the only tactic that Jak could do in order to lure them back to the hideout for the kill. Jak left the place before the rat skinners arrive. He walked the back alleys to avoid their pursuit. He blended with the chaotic crowd as he watches their hideout become bonfire. Jak had left signs and imitated the Estrella tactics to pin the blame on them instead of him. He left the area and found a cafe where he sat on the side until an hour passed. After the hour passed, he went to the next hideout located on top of a street lane with second story buildings corralling the lane. A spotter was scanning the area for the sign of the enemy that was Jak. Jak skulked on the side of building, running up, clinging to the edge, before scaling up where he could climb in. Jak didn't waste time on engaging them personally. Jak took out the bombs he borrowed from the Skinners and planted them on the four corners of the room. After placing them, he leapt out of the window, landing with a roll, before pressing the detonator. He threw the detonator aside and walked to one of the stores. He browsed the junk food on the stall and the candies before bidding his goodbye. Out of that shop he saw the singed skinners walking around like headless chickens. He neared the skinners as they combed through the crowd, stabbing them silently with a finger-sized needle laced with poison. The skinners walked for a few minutes before they fell on the ground. The rest of the skinners were pulled into alley. Jak made sure to hang them upside down. Treating them like punching bags before tossing them to the side after getting what they want from them.
Jak caused trouble simultaneously. Jak wanted them to think that there were more than one of him. He had them running around while he made sure to mix his scent to the shops and places where the noses of the mutated can be ignored. So when Jak had caused enough burning hideouts he stood on the main hideout of the skinners where he rigged a rocket propelled canister that would pierced the walls and inject them with a gas that would not kill, but harass.
Jak timed the rigged RPC and fired it on the hideout. He vacated the area after placing a page of paper on the wall. He got out of the building. Strode to the side where he could watch the skinners go out and tag them. After an hour passed, he waited for the cancer of the underhuman cities to come out.
He stood almost seven-foot tall. Broad shoulders, large eyes, and bulging muscles protected by a natural fur imbued with ether. His mutated form was a result of his failed ascension to being an etherian. Nonetheless, he was one of the few who had used his sickness to create a new sect. In truth, he was at the level of a beluaman that made it hard for others to take him down from his throne. Jak watched. He didn't have the hardware. He didn't have resources right now to destroy this demihuman. Jak wasn't here to kill him. Just remind him that he had enemies. It might make the Skinners cautious and wary, but it didn't matter. The Estrella was strong at the moment. They were not weakened by mutation plague yet and before the plague happens. Jak was willing to make use of them to rid the Skinners. Jak found out that what he did didn't put joy in his heart. All he had no was this nagging, scratching feeling that things might go back. What the top had was perfect. He didn't want to meddle what he thought was a perfect road for Aured. That's why he was here in this mutant-filled city.