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.

Oh yeah, a wee bit of blood in this one ;)

The Hunt
Part IV
By Timur Gurigan

In a clearing some distance away from Ilyas and Ramon's dead bodies the
poachers set up camp. They had put the Quest clan in the center of their
camp guarded by two sentries.=20

"If you ask me Esteban this demon is going to kill us all." Said one of the
Poachers.

"Relax Jorge, there is no way that "thing" is going to get in here and
besides we have a few shields" Replied the other poacher pointing towards
the Quests.

"If you hurt my daughter=85"Race said threateningly

Esteban snickered and walked toward the tied up Quests "Your going to do
what?" He slapped Race across the face," Your in no position to say
anything if it wasn't for all the money you are worth I would=85"Suddenly he
stopped and looked up.

" Hey, Jorge what is that?" Esteban pointed to a spot in the fringes of
their camp. A glass like figure was sitting on a branch. "Over there in the
trees" he said raising his gun in the direction. Suddenly a flash of light
appeared from the figure. A blue fireball shot toward Esteban like a
bullet, and hit him squarely in the chest, knocking his body several feet
away. A gaping hole was burned into his chest. Race and the rest of the
Quest clan turned their heads toward the source of the blast. Something
dropped out of the trees. It hit the ground silently and started running at
blinding speed toward where the Quests were. Jorge's eyes widened in shock
as the blur shot straight for him. He leveled his gun and started firing.
Sparks could be seen flashing across the phantoms form but it did not slow
down, two claws descended and finished the hapless poacher off.=20

The other poachers soon ran out of their tents and started descending
toward the being. Suddenly the specter turned toward the Quests electrical
sparks running down the length of its body. The creature became more and
more visible until it was wholly discernible. It was a reptilian humanoid,
tall, almost seven feet tall, and wore a mask. The creature uttered a low
throatily growl and retracted a pair of bloody hooks into a device on his
left hand. The poachers burst out of the woods but stopped in amazement at
the creature. One of them, with a scream, charged it blazing away with his
gun. The alien spun around quickly became ephemeral again. Another blue orb
shot forth from its shoulder silencing the poacher with brutal efficiency.
The other poachers shocked out of their stupor began firing wildly at the
fleeing form but it was too late as the being fled into the woods.
*       *       *=20
"What the hell was that!" yelled Mr. Conner as he ran out of the underbrush.

"I don't know boss, but whatever it was it's going to pay." Said Carlos, as
he looked out into the jungle searching for anything that moved.

"Hmmm, well what ever it is it's were goin' to get it first." uttered Mr.
Conner

" How, there's only you, Carlos and me." said Jose, not taking his eyes off
the jungle landscape.

"It's very simple Jose," Said Mr. Connor with a very confident voice, "We
let one problem", he pointed toward the Quests, "take care of the other".
He chuckled "It seems the hunter will become the hunted."
*       *       *
It was hurt; those things had hurt him, and they would not get away with it
he thought angrily as he looked at the green blood oozing from his leg. It
thought of how much fun it would be to end their pitiful little lives, how
good their skulls would look among his trophies. It pressed a button on his
arm and a small medical kit popped out of a box on his leg. He pulled out a
mechanism used to heal puncture wounds and jabbed it into his thigh. Pain
shot through his leg as the tool went to work. He let out a primal roar as
his thoughts of vengeance increased; killing them would be fun.
*       *       *
Three shadows loomed over the Quests. One of them smiled and pulled out a
large knife. It came down in a glistening arc and cut through the ropes
holding the Quest clan. "Get up Bannon." Said Connor, the two other
poachers had guns leveled at him.

"Why should I listen to you?" He replied.

"Something unpleasant might happen if you don't." Said Connor with a
chuckle, as he leveled his pistol towards Jessie's head.

Race reluctantly stood up. "Now, be a nice boy and walk into that clearing
Bait, I mean Bannon." All three poachers snickered as Race walked forward.

Carlos, with his bazooka, hid behind a rock overlooking Race's position as
Connor and Jose hid adjacent to Bannon.

With no one looking Hadji closed his eyes and started to slip out of the
ropes. "Hadj, what are you doing?" Whispered Jonny. "Trying to get us out
of our predicament." Replied Hadji as he finished slipping out of the
bonds. "We must leave very quietly or=85" Crack! Hadji's words were
interrupted as he crumpled to the ground. Jose was over him, "Got him boss!"

"Good", Replied Connor, "I wouldn't want our friends to miss the show." He
said with a smile as the Quests, and an unconscious Hadji, were tied up=
 again.
*       *       *
Race Bannon stood in the middle of the clearing awaiting his fate. The
jungle all around him was humming with noise; birds chirping and insects
humming. Unexpectedly all the noises stopped, a deathly silence hung over
the clearing, not a thing moved. Suddenly the silence was interrupted by a
sharp splintering noise as a blue fireball hurtled with blinding speed out
of the trees toward Race.

The End Part 4

So what did you think? (Part 5 will be the conclusion so if you have any
comments save them until you read it:)