Disclaimer: I do not own the Quest Team or the Predator I am just writing
this because I like the show.

Anyway I was thinking about what would happen if JQ and company(the coolest
dudes around) fought the Predator (the coolest alien around). Remember when
reading this is my first fan fic.

P.S. A special thanks to Gelo, Yongil, Sammi, Alice, and Gary Fleisher for
their costant help and whom without this would have been impossible.


The Hunt
AKA: Jonny Quest Vs. The Predator
By Timur Gurigan

Space, a dark void only pierced by distant pinpricks of light. But as these
points shed their cold light throughout the universe, they were not alone.
A ship, sleek and dark, slid across the night sky shooting towards its
destination; the blue-green globe known as Earth. Yet it did not stop as it
neared its target, instead it continued its silent voyage through space.
The only vestige of its short stay was a small pod ejected over the Blue
Planet. The inhabitant of the pod had only one thought in his mind as it
descended into the jungles of Earth: Trophies.
*       *       *

At the Quest Compound in Rockport, Maine, Dr. Quest and Race Bannon were
enjoying a much needed respite from their work.

"Hi Dad!" Jonny Quest yelled as he shot by on his hoverboard with Jessie
Bannon in hot pursuit.

"No hoverboards in the House!" Race yelled back in response.

"Sorry Race, just in a hurry to see the new enhancements that Hadj made to
QuestWorld." And with that he speedily left the house.

As Jonny shot toward the light house he noticed a black car pulling into
the driveway. *Hmmm, he thought, *I didn't know dad was expecting any
visitors.* A man wearing sunglasses and in an all black trench coat stepped
out of the car and started a rapid walk to the door. The man rang the
doorbell and asked "May I please speak to Mister Bannon". Mrs. Evans,
noticing the standard garb of the Agency, quickly ushered him in.
*       *       *
"Mr. Bannon?", Mrs. Evans called, " There is someone here to see you."

"Let him in" replied Race. His cheerful mood quickly faded away when he saw
the man walk in. "What do you want" he said, the hostility clear in his=
 voice.
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"Thanks for the warm welcome Bannon. Anyways my name is Agent Fleisher and
Agency has a little job for you."

"Never, I left the agency long ago, your going to have to find another
lackey to your dirty work." Race responded quickly. Agent Fleisher took a
brown package out of his coat and tossed it towards Dr. Quest. "Really? I
think this will change your mind. We intercepted this from your little
friends in Borneo, you do remember Major General Ord Wingate don't you?"

Race and Benton looked at Agent Fleisher in shock "How did you=85" began=
 Race.

"Oh come on Race, give the agency a little credit, but anyways that" he
said indicating to the package, "was sent from Borneo a few days ago; it
seems that your pals down there have run into a little trouble."

Dr. Quest slowly opened the package. Inside was a letter and some
photographs. His eyes opened wide with horror as he looked at the pictures.
They were of a large gray creature, sort of like a giant sloth, but what
caught his attention was what was missing: its head. In the place where his
skull should have been was a pool of blood.

"What is it Doc?" asked Race with puzzlement.
"It's the Amok." Replied Dr. Quest still in shock over the gruesome
photographs.

"Correction", stated Agent Fleisher, "Was the Amok".

Dr. Quest's memory flew back to the time when he and his family had met the
fearsome beast. It was impervious to bullets and could kill six people at
one time. "Who did this?" Asked Race with bewilderment, "there's nothing on
Earth that could kill the Amok".

"That's the problem Race." Said the Agent. "We have one theory though.
Doctor, do you remember the King Willy Murders in LA?"

"Who could forget, it's not every day that some freako butchers  and
strings up twenty people, including two of America's most dangerous
criminals, and then gets away with it. Do you think that the same man is
responsible?"

"Were not worried about a man=85" was his cryptic response.
*       *       *
"Wow those improvements are really great!" Said Jonny to his friends as he
walked through the door to the compound.

"Yeah Hadji" Jessie agreed as she followed Jonny in.

"Well, I am not the one to boast but=85"

"Wait do you hear shouting?" Asked Jessie.

All could hear the strains of an argument coming from the House's study.
"Now that you mention it yeah, wonder what it's about." Remarked Jonny as
he walked toward the source of the noise.
*       *       *
"What!!!?", Race yelled at Agent Fleisher, "You want me go and fight this
thing and all you'll tell me is that 'out there' !!?"

"Sorry Mr. Bannon but everyone who knew anything about it was killed in LA,
and all surviving information is highly classified!!" The Agent yelled
back. "All I know is that it's dangerous and we can't do anything about it
because the natives on that island are not very friendly to government
operatives, that is besides you. So if you don't want your friends in
Borneo to turn out like King Willy and Co. I advise you get your butt down
there immediately!!!!" With that the Man in Black stormed out of the room
almost knocking over Jonny in the process.

"Jeesh, what was that all about?" Jonny peered into the room were the Race
in his dad were sitting. "Hey, Race, what's going on?" Race looked up
defeatedly and said "Nothing guys, just pack your bags, were going to=
 Borneo"

*       *       *
Deep in the jungle, something moved through the trees. This hunt had more
eventful then the last one, the creature thought.  Never before had he
fought such a worthy opponent as the creature who moved through the shadows
of this dreary place. He picked up his trophy from that momentous battle; a
skull cleaned and polished to perfection. Things had been slow since then,
no worthy prey, but now things were beginning to look up. Ten creatures had
just arrived on the island with many weapons. Hunting them would be fun he
thought and his joy doubled when a flying machine landed in the native's
village carrying even more prey. Yes this trip would very memorable indeed=
=85

End Part 1

Well what do ya think(don't worry it gets much better:)
(c) Timur Gurigan 1998