From: JQ Fan Hi everyone! This is the latest installment from me, JQ Fan. Hope this one gets some rave reviews! My style is to have the important stuff at the end, so Enjoy! JQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQ Journey's End Papers rustled as his fingers flew over them. He had taken too long...the mission was already in danger. He hadn't expected the old man to still be in his office this late at night. He hadn't prepared for a seasoned veteran walking up behind him, weapon at the ready. For his stupidity, blood now oozed from his arm clashing amidst the black of his jumpsuit. For his courage, the old man had received a shot near the heart. The man in black continued searching through the files--now more hastily. His eyes danced as he came upon the two files he needed. He could now hear the alarms sounding from down the hall. The old man had managed to hit the switch before taking him on...precious time was lost has that thought coursed through his mind. He hurridly grabbed the two files from their perch in the drawer. He quickly shut the file cabinet. He stepped back and opened another drawer on the same cabinet. He lit a match and tossed it into the parched papers. A diversion and also a deception technique. He closed the broiling hot drawer and backed away. He took the office chair from behind the desk and flung it at the huge plexiglass window over looking the city. With a loud crash, the chair tumbled the building's length downward. As the shards of glass settled, he threw himself after the chair. The ground was coming up to meet him quickly. This part was well planned, but the planning was nothing like the pressure. He twisted his body so he now faced the building. His arms outstretched and he saw his target. The sill he needed to grab protruded only six inches from the building's surface. He sent a silent prayer toward heaven and put his full concentration on making the necessary save. His strong hands grasped the lid and the expected shard pain ignited in his shoulders. He loosened his body and prepared it to slam into the building's side...his tense arm muscles relaxed only enough to let his body take the pounding. With a crunch, his side crashed into the hard exterior or the skyscraper. He dared not look downward and he could not let his mind numb the pain. He figured he had a partly separated shoulder and cracked ribs...about what was expected. Had he not eased his tension, his arms would have ripped from their sockets, and he still would have become the latest tape markings on the bottom of the street. He hung like a rag doll from the window as his blonde locks swayed in the very early morning breeze. After an eternity, his partner stuck her head out to help him. He red hair was fastened to the top of her head by hat. She grasped his wrists and carefully, yet quickly pulled him to safety. Taking his leather bag, they ran quickly to the elevator shaft at the end of the hallway. With his good arm, he helped her pry open the heavy doors with their tools. Once the doors were open enough for them to squeeze through, the silently slid down the elevator's shaft. On the bottom floor, she set a small explosive to open the doors--another diversion tactic. As soon as they were out of the shaft, she dropped another explosive--this one a little bigger--down the rest of the shaft. As fast as they could, the two sabateours glided out into the night. As they sprang out the ground floor windows, a small black car pulled up. A dark haired man and a raven haired woman jumped out and helped the blonde man into the vehicle. As they pulled around the corner, two dark skinned individuals--one male, one female--flew into the waiting car. Like a flash, the small black car was gone. The mission had been accomplished. As the blonde man lay gasping for breath in the back seat, the raven haired woman and the redhead tended to his wounds. "The...the," he gasped. "The old man...he...he..." He paused a minute to catch his breath and allow his mind to numb the pain a little. "He was...was still there....I...I had to shoot him.... Di...didn't kill him, but...but...he might be....might be comatose for a while." He stopped and continued to wheeze and cough. "Did you get the right files?" Asked the redhead. "Yeah...they're...they're in the bag." he answered. "Good." she replied. "I wiped the computer files clean and if Haresh and Tiarana did their jobs right, then all trace is gone." She continued on, "Hey Jason!" she called to the dark haired man in the driver's seat. "Is the plane ready?" "Sure is, honey." he answered "Right after we ditch this car and get in the van, we can head straight for the airport." "Great!" The blonde man exulted. "Once we get home, Christine, I'm gonna take you out for a celebration dinner!" He exclaimed as he addressed the raven-haired woman nursing him. "Here's our stop!" Interrupted Jason. "Everyone out!" They exited the small car and piled into a dark blue van then sped off toward the airport. Upon arrival, they climbed into a waiting leer jet and taxied down the runway. As they lifted off the ground, the conversation continued. The blonde spoke first, "I think we did great, Sis! Rach, I swear, the six of us working together, we're unstoppable!" "Don't get too cocky, Rog." Replied his red-headed sister with a grin, "Remeber, MOM AND DAD were the BEST, and I think they'll be proud." She smiled, then continued on, Haresh, phone ahead to Maine and tell them all's well and we're coming home!" She removed the two folders from the bag and wrapped them in newspaper. Taking a lighter, she and her brother ignighted the tightly lit package. With whoops and roars of finality, they opened a window and watched as the small ball of fire cascaded to the ground below. As the brightly burning package passed the head of the Washington Monument, two tabs stuck out from the package. The tabs held a name on each one: Quest, Jessican A. Bannon Quest, Jonanthan B. And with a puff of smoke, they disappeared. THE END Disclaimer~I own everyone! Things associated with JQ, however, belong to Hanna-Barbara. Roger and Rachel Quest are names used in several other stories for Jonny and Jessie's kids. Categories~E, F, V NOTE~This is a SEQUEL to Cruel Reality. Chronologically, ALL my fics are as follows: A Perfect World Happy Birthday, Jess No Matter How Long It Takes (MV) Cruel Reality Journey's End Archivers~Of course! _________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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