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company that uses Jonny Quest- The Real Adventures. I am in no way
making money out of this but have written this for my love of the
characters and the stories. I am in no way connected to Warner Bro. or
United Artists and got my information on the new James Bond movie title
-Tomorrow Never Dies, from a webpage. Anyone who wants to archive this
is okay with me!


The Real Adventures of Jonny Quest
"Never say Never"

Location: Quest Compound, Maine

        Jonny Quest was near the television screen on a soft beige couch in the
Quest's living room. The blonde haired boy was waiting impatiently for
his two bestfriends, Hadji Singh, and Jessie Bannon to come out the
kitchen with popcorn and lemonade.=20
        "Come on you guys!" he screamed. "I've been dying to watch this movie
since it came out two months ago!"
        "Jonny this is all your fault, so don't nag me to hurry up !" retorted
Jessie from the kitchen. "Popcorn takes awhile to make you know, since
someone here destroyed the microwave!"
        He sighed deeply. Yesterday, Jonny was stuck at home since he had the
flu while everyone else was out. Out of sheer boredom and other
egotistical reasons, Jonny decided to increase the power intake of their
microwave, resulting in him taking the microwave apart and discovering
he had no idea how to put it back together again. * I guess it was a
pretty bonehead thing to do, * Jonny admitted to himself. Surprisingly,
his dad didn't really give him a big scolding just said that it was
about time they bought a new one anyway. Due to his stupidity and big
head, Jessie and Hadji now had to make popcorn the old fashioned way,
which took a lot longer as well.
        He gazed at the blank t.v. screen. He was dying to watch the new James
Bond movie, "Tomorrow Never Dies," since he missed it when it was
showing in theaters since they were out of the country. Secretly, Jonny
wished he could be a little bit more like James Bond, the dashing and
charismatic British spy, who had women literally fall at his feet.
Strangely, Jonny's life was not as different from Bond's life at all. He
got to travel a lot and save the world sometimes as well. *Hmm=85 could I
ever be a spy?* wondered Jonny humorously.=20
        "Man what's taking then so long?" he muttered tiredly. He was up until
three o'clock last night on the IRC and woke up pretty early because
they all went to have breakfast together at the Marina this morning.
Jonny's eyes fluttered a little bit yet he jerked back awake. Feeling
awfully tired and sleepy, Jonny's eyelids slowly closed sending him into
a deep dark sleep.


Location: Florence, Italy

        The night sky was dark and only to be illuminated by the round new
moon. A cool breeze passed the lively city as many of its citizens and
visitors flock to the casinos and parties that fill the streets.=20
        Dressed in an expensive Armani suit a mysterious man exits the door of
a custom made MacLAren. He patts of the imaginary dust of his blazer and
hands his keys to the bellhop. Slowly and casually he made his way up
the marble stairs of the Timfani Hotel.
        Soft jazz music was playing at the Timfani casino, where the former
ballroom was festooned in extravagant decorations, complete with
priceless antique gambling tables of all sorts. There were many
fabulously wealthy looking people present, dressed in their lavish
gowns, spotless tuxes, and trimmed with just the right amount of glitzy
jewels all around.

        Through the dark entrance, an enigmatic figure appears from the
shadows. He takes a glance all around the room as if to announce his
presence. Carelessly, he strolls into the glistening chamber, then makes
his way to a crowded table. Peering he sees that the game being played
is Baccarat.
        He watched intensely at the two players sitting on opposite sides of
the long table. To his left, a man in his fifties with neatly slicked
back white hair, and wrinkles that told his old age. He was dressed in a
high-priced white tux and black slacks. He nervously wiped the sweat
accumulating on his forehead with a white embroidered handkerchief.=20
        Across him was a sultry looking individual. She had soft brown tendrils
placed together on top of a bun. Her crimson red lips curled into a
smile as she watched the man sitting across her sweat in nervousness.
Her very toned arms were exposed in a sleeveless red velvet gown that
emphasized on her small waist and chest. =20
        " Madam wins," the dealer announced.=20
        "This is getting to pricey for me," the elder man declared as he stood
up from the chair and humbly acknowledged the woman who nodded her head
and smiled.
        She began to collect her chips when a man said smoothly, " Care for
another round?"
She looked up and saw a blonde haired man with piercing blue eyes and
boyish complexions. She motioned for him to take the seat across from
her.=20
        The dealer handed her the deck of cards and she gave one to the man,
one to her, one to the man again, and one to herself. She lifted the two
cards and then placed them backside facing up.
        The man slowly flipped one card not showing any nervousness at all.  .
A hush came over the surrounding crowd as an ace appeared, then
carefully he turned over his next card exposing a nine.=20
        "Monsieur wins," the dealer announced..=20
        The woman muttered some unidentifiable curse and handed her opponent
the chips. She stood up and was approached by him.
        "Can I buy you a drink?" he asked her charmingly.
        She smiled despite just losing a vast amount of money she complied. "So
Mr=85.."
        "Quest, Jonathan Quest," he replied as he called a waiter. "And what
shall you have?"
        He saw a flicker of recognition in her eyes. "Vodka, straight up. So,
Mr. Quest, what brings you to Florence?"
        "I'll have the same, shaken not stirred," he told the waiter. "Well,
Florence is a lovely city and the sights are fantastic! What about you?"
        "Oh I had to visit some close relatives," she answered mysteriously.=20
        "You are?" Jonathan asked.
        "Nilla De Jeaux." She looked strangely familiar to Quest although he
could not quite be certain where he had met her.=20
        "Pleasure to meet you Miss De Jeaux," Jonathan said as he took her hand
and softly kissed it. Her skin felt silky soft and could smell the
perfume on her wrists. "Do you use Channel No.5?" he asked after
releasing her hand.
        "Very good Mr. Quest, yes I use that," she said as she sipped her
drink. "Although it is Mrs. De Jeaux."
        "Your husband is a very lucky man, where is he anyhow? Any man would be
a fool to leave one such as yourself all alone here!" Jonathan
commented.
        "Here he is!" Nilla said as she motioned for her husband to come.
"Arman, meet Mr. Jonathan Quest." They shook hands and nodded in
affirmation to each other.=20
Arman De Jeaux was a man of medium built, around six feet with jet-black
hair. He seemed to be somewhere between forty to forty-five years old in
age. He wore a conservative traditional black tux with a rose pinned to
the lapel.=20
        "Nilla we must go," he said gruffly.
        "It was a pleasure to meet you as well Mr. Quest," she said before
leaving the casino with her husband into the city.
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Location: London, England
               Global Intelligence Agency Building

        "Hello Jonathan!" exclaimed his boss's secretary, Ms. Winslow
excitedly. "How are you doing these days, why I don't get to see you
much anymore!"
        "Hello Ms. Winslow, how are you doing as well?" he asked her politely.
        "Jolly good, jolly good!" she smiled. "Oh! You can go see him now!" she
said as she pressed a button to open the door leading to the office of
his boss, M.
        M was a British-Indian who was the top agent at his time. He has been
the M for the past ten years which still makes him quite new at this.
His predecessor had been M for twenty-five years. The standards to reach
a position such as this was, very hard, because you need to have the
skills of staying alive. Many had the potential but only few are chosen.
        M was standing beside a big window overlooking London's busy streets.
"Ahh, Quest! Good to see you again!" he greeted Jonathan then motioning
for him to sit down on an expensive looking chair infront of his desk.
        "Jonathan, I know you feel that you can do anything but please be
careful," M began, "your next assignment will involve Dr. Surd. I know
you have a personal grudge against the man for killing your wife but
please don't make revenge your reason for killing him."
        Six years ago, Jonathan was on a mission to stop Dr. Surd from
releasing a nerve gas that threatened to terminate the lives of millions
of innocent people. He was able to stop Surd but the maniac had one of
his henchmen kill Jonathan's young wife Christina. He was just
twenty-one years old then, and the loss of her was almost unbearable.
The only thing that kept him going was his work, perhaps he had used
Surd's face to have the courage to kill all his adversaries.
        "You will go to Southern France to look for a Dr. Bannon=E9,  she is
developing the most advanced virtual reality system at this moment, and
Surd wants her work for some reason we don't know, " M said to him.
"Your job is to find Surd, destroy his plans and protect the doctor."
        "Q will have all the usual gadjets for you," added M. "Quest, try to
stay alive, alright chap?"
=20

        Jonathan entered the lab of Q, GIA's gadjet king, who was brilliant
inventor. Q was getting a bit old, but his creations were always state
of the art. Q was a bearded man of around six foot and three inches. He
was slightly on the heavy side but still retained the English charm of a
gentleman.
        "Oh Jonathan! Do return these things intact! Money doesn't grow on
trees you know!" Q said as he showed Jonathan his latest inventions.
"Okay this is your homing device." He handed Jonathan a small pin. "You
use the tracker built into your watch, and this is your=85."

TO BE CONT.