I, in no way, mean to violate any copyright or trademark laws. Jonny Quest and the
Quest team are owned by Hanna-Barbera. I'm not getting any money for this.
Note: I'm a language buff... expect lots of language junk in my fics, so I'll
be translating as I go along. :-)
THE POWER OF LIGHT
In the National Bank of Belgium, Le Banque Nationale de Belgique,
buissness was closing down for the night. As the tellers were all closing down,
the last customer approached the desk quietly and calmly. He was a tall man, fairly
well built with a large, menacing scar over his left cheek. The scar was like a great
rift running down the side of his face.
The man looked around casually, confirming that he was in fact
the last customer of the night, pulled the colar of his coat up over his scared
cheek and approached the desk.
"Bonsoir, [Good Evening]" the teller smiled to him.
"Bonsoir," he returned.
"Comment puis-je vous aider? [How may I help you?]" she
smiled widely, setting aside her stack of check stubs she had been counting.
"Je voudrais de faire une prendre-epuise, [I would like
to make a withdrawl]," he smiled and reached into his coat.
The teller looked down to her computer screen, then
back up to come face to face with the silencer-barrel of a handgun. "Open
the vault," he demanded quietly in English.
The teller volleyed glances between the gun and the man,
noticing the deep scar. "Y...yes, M'seur," she shuttered, retrieving the keys
to the vault.
"And no funny buisness, madam. Comprenez-vous?
She shook her head ferociously and rose from her
seat. "Vous me suivrez, s'il vous plait. [Please follow me.]" she croaked.
The man hid the gun in the folds of his long coat as
they crossed the room to the vault. The other tellers were buisy packing
up for the night, and did not notice the two heading off, the teller
They reached the vault and she began to nervously unlock
the huge, metal door. The lock fell with a dull, echoing thump and she stood
aside as the door began to slowly swing open.
"Come on," he gestured to the inside of the valt with the
A bit reluctantly, the tellere entered into the vault.
"Open this one," he pointed with the gun.
"But M'seur ... "
"Open it!" he said between clenched teeth.
She turned the key in the lock and removed the saftey
deposit box. The man took it roughly and opened it.
Inside was a box, about the size of a pop can. He carefully
removed the lid. Winking back at him was an enormose ruby ... about 15
He smiled widely and pocketed the box. "Now, open this
one," he pointed with the gun again.
Reluctantly she obeyed. And in this one, the Marquis de
la Fontaine Diamond, the largest diamond in Europe, worth over 8 million
dollars sat neatly nestled in a royal blue velvet box.
The man carefully pocketed it and gestured to the vault
door. The teller closed the vault as they left and walked stiffly back to
her counter as the scar-faced man almost ran out of the bank.
She tripped the silent alarm, and as soon as the door to
the bank door closed, she screamed at the top of her lungs.
The Belgian night was fairly cool as the man rushed out
of the bank to a waiting car. He threw the car door open and dove inside as
the car sped away before he could even close the door
. "Did you get them?" the driver asked, clearly a woman.
She smiled over to him with black eyes under equally black hair.
"Sure did ... sure we have to give these to your dad?"
"That's what he hired you for, Tom."
"Yeah, but Reyden Barnes ain't nearly as beautiful as you,
WASHINTON D.C, USA
It was about 6:00 pm at the Smithsonian Museum.
Numerous visitors were gathered in a room in a prestigous jems exibit surrounded
by armed guards as far as the eye could see. "And I'm sure this is what
you're all here for," the museum curator announced. "The Hope Diamond."
He reached behind him to a royal-blue velvet cloth laid
over a bullet-proof case. He wipped it off like a magician would when
reveiling a magic trick.
The room let a collective gasp.
The case sat completely empty, a softball sized hole cut
through the bullet-proof glass.
"Oh good Lord no!" the museum curator gasped. "Seal the
ROCKPORT, MAINE; USA
The newspaper landed firmly on the library table. The
headline read: Hope and Fontaine Diamonds stollen last night. "Someone's about
30 million richer," Race said, sitting on the table almost directly atop the
newspaper. "The artical says prescious jems all over the globe were lifted
"Well ... " began Dr. Benton Quest, taking a deep
breath and surveying the newspaper. "They obviously weren't after money."
"You're kiddin', right Benton?"
"If you take a minute, who would you sell a 7 karate
diamond to? Or a 15 karate ruby? It would be difficut to collect money on
such large and extreamly rare jems on the black market. Who would buy
traceable jems?" Quest turned in the large leather chair and gave Race a
Race took a moment and smiled. "You've got a point
there. But the question still remains. Why?"
"That's a good question. Couldn't be for show."
"Ever read 'Congo'?" Race asked out of the blue.
Benton threw him a look. "Michael Crichton, I think.
"I was just thinking. They were collecting diamonds in
the Congo region to use in a laser capable of hitting a target 200 miles
Benton sat back in his chair. "The technology for a
diamond laser has already been thought up by a company in Japan."
"What do ya wanna bet that we'll be getting a call from
Washington in about 5 minutes."
And on cue, the phone rang. Benton and Race each raised
Mrs. Evans, the housekeeper, strolled into the library
quailtly, humming the last few bars of a cheery tune. "Dr. Quest. There's a
call for you from Washington."
"Thank you," he turned to the video screne that hung on the
wall directly behind both himself and Race. "How DO you do it, Race?"
"All in the wrists, Benton," he smiled, also turning to
the video screene.
"This is Doctor Quest speaking."
The screen flicked on and a man in a dark suit
appeared, scowling at them from the screen.
"Ah, Agent Kinski, how can we help you?" Benton greated
"I take it you've seen the paper?"
"Yes, I have. Someone's stealing highly valuable jewels
from all over the world, and we think we might know why."
"Do explain, Dr. Quest."
Benton took a deep breath and Race smiled.
"JESSIE!! Get out of the bathroom!!"
"Go away, Jonny. Use the one down stairs!"
Jonny Quest ran a hand through a serious case of
bed-head. "What's taking you so long!!"
The bathroom door flew open and a blue towel-headed
Jessie poked out of the door way. Jessie Bannon gave him a look. "You are
"I know. Now, get outta the bathroom!" He took her by
the arm and pulled her into the hallway just enough so he could squeeze by and stake
his claim on the bathroom. He slammed the bathroom door shut and locked it.
Once inside, Jonny smiled widely and flicked the locked door
the thumbs-up. "And once again, Jonny Quest rules the bathroom," he
The bathroom sink was littered with brushes, shampoo
bottles and soap as he undressed and hopped into the shower.
Meanwhile, Jessie had made a bee-line for the basement a
nd had reached the water heater. She listened for the familiar sound of water
trickling through the pipes. With the biggest and most sly grin she could
muster, Jessie reached for the hot water valve and turned it completely off...
And three seconds later...
"JESSSSSIIIIIEEEEE!! I'm gonna kill you!!"
"Serves you right," she whispered to herslf.
Jonny dove out of the ice-cold shower, hit the towel
spread across the floor and went sprawling forward, face first onto the tiled
floor in a huge, wet 'splat!'
"You think a diamond could actually concentrate light
enough to burn through a cement structure?" Agent Kinski asked, scratching his
"Yes, I do. There's a company in Japan that has been
testing a prototype capable of such a feat." Quest answered.
"It's a good bet," Race began," that Japan will be the
next target here."
"There's not much we can do about Japan, Mr. Bannon...
even if we sent a team over there, the Japanese aren't into too much that
interupts with their regular buisness progress."
"Then what do you suggest we do?"
"Well, someone's going to have to keep an eye on that
prototype in Tokyo, Japan."
Dr. Quest leaned forward on his elbows. "Let me guess,
that 'someone' happens to be us, right?"
Jonny walked briskly out of the bathroom, a towel
wrapped tightly about his waist. He reached Jessie's door and pounded on it
"It's open," she sang.
Jonny burst in. "You set me up!!"
"You set yourself up, Jonny. I told you to go to the
downstairs bathroom, but you never listen to me." She returned to brushing her
long, red hair, feeling quite proud of herself this morning. "Guess you'll
think twice before kicking me out of the bathroom again, huh Jonny."
"For your information, Jess... "
Jessie whirled around from the mirror. "Nice towel,
Jonny," she regarded the hap-hazard display around his waist.
Jonny turned a rather interesting shade of red and
rushed out of Jessie's room.
"Works every time," she smiled.
It was nearing 11:00 in the morning by the time Race
and Benton had packed and were getting ready to board the 747 from the Augusta
"Now you two behave, and don't drive Mrs Evans up the
wall," Dr. Quest said, shouldering his carry-on.
Race turned before sliding into step behind Benton as
they began to board. "And Jessie... leave the water pipes alone, kiddo."
"Sure thing dad," she smiled.
"Ha, you got in trouble," Jonny whispered, leaning over her shoulder.
"Oh, and Jonny," Dr. Quest added. "Try to keep the
damage to a minimum!"
It was nearly 2:00 in the morning at Takeshi Systems,
Limited, responsible for designing much of Japan's technology in the field of
laser equiptment research.
Outside the walls of the building, two large men checked
their watches, both Russian. "Vy gotovi [Are you ready]?" one asked quietly.
"Da [Yes]" the other answered. He reached into a back
pack and pulled out a harpoon gun. He aimed and shot, sucessfully securring
the prongs to the roof.
The larger of the men, Ivan, began up first, with his
buddy, Vetali following. Ivan made it to an open window rather quickly and
He poked his head out of the window and called down to
his buddy. "Vy medkeneoy chem oleetka!! [You're slower than a snail!!]"
"Merniy! [Shut up!]" Vetali bit back.
The two eventually made it into the building. A quick
discussion sent Vetali into a storage office and to a digital safe. Cracking
safes was a hobbie of his. He had designed all his equiptment by his own
hand, and it brought with him a certain proud flare for being so inventive.
Ivan nervously checked his watch for about the tenth
time in the past 15 seconds. What was taking so long? Boy, he hated to wait.
A hand came down firmly on his shoulder.
He whipped around, gun at the ready, only to find Vetali
"Vy poloochelee eto? [Did you get it?]" Ivan asked as the
adrenalyn began to receed from his veins. Vetali cradled the contraption in
his arms, it being about the size of a three month old baby.
The small commuter plane took off from the Tokyo
International airport with Ivan and Vetali on board. With them, another
Russian traveled silently untill they were out over the East China Sea.
He turned to Vetali. "Yak nazivayet'sya tse? [What is that thing?]"
Vetali looked up, eyes like a childs in a candy store.
For a lack of better jugement, he answered, "Novoye oovlecheneeye deyoy!
[ A new diet fad!]"
"Litayetyes shoote? [Trying to be funny?]"
Vetali cleared his throat.
"Gentelmen, gentelman!" someone soothed. A tall and
handsom man entered casualy into the cabin and placed himself precisely in a
seat. He glanced at Vetali and smiled. "Excellent, I see you have the
prototype. Well done." He reached into his suit jacket and pulled out
two letter-envelopes and tossed one at each of the two thieves. "There's
your payment as promised. 20 thousand American."
The other Russian retrieved the prototype. "Mister
Barnes ... " he began.
"Oh please, call me Reyden." Reyden produced a tiny metal
box from his pocket and took the prototype. He opened the box and pulled out
a perfect 1.5 karate diamond and placed it in the prototype. He looked keenly
around the cabin. The food cooler caught his eye.
With the light of a child in his eyes, Reyden flipped a
switch and a low hum filled the cabin. He aimed and pulled back on the laser
controll... and the cooler exploded into several different pieces, showering
the cabin in smoldering rubbel. "Absolutely amazing," he mused. "And that
was only 1.5 karates. Imagine what I could do with a 10 karate diamond... or
a 15 karate ruby!"
On to Part II
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