From: Lauren Hodil <melanazin@yahoo.com>
To: JQ ML <jq@edc.ml.org>
Date: Fri, 29 Jan 1999 20:56:51 -0800 (PST)
Subject: JQ: some responses, and a prologe for a fic, untitled as of yet
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HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

First of all, I need to vent...

DELETE DELETE DELETE! Why am I deleting so much stuff from the ml? Why
are they mostly one liners? And WHY are they mostly ALL from the same
person???

I don't care! I hate Jessie's outfit! And whoever was talking about
her oufit in the episode with the porthole, you e so right... that
oufit was much better that the pink thing. And even that yellow/orange
shirt in Ndovou's Last Journey was better. And she wore normal pants!

>Lauren: I thought you'd like it as Asst. Director.  
>It's a fairly safe position.  But if Nat Baker's not 
>still around, you can be my Sed Dispenser, who gets a >bodyguard.

Thanks. Gee, I think I remember something about that, when you mailed
me after I "temporaraly went off the ML". I don't wanna get hurt. And
none of me persona's do either. 
Cherry, Mr. X, Josh, Greta, Anaya, Melana: RIGHT!!
But I'd be glad to pass out seds! That's almost a full time job.
Speaking of personas, the six of them have been conspiering lately...
you may see a new person around here soon...

Cherry: Hehehe
Greta: How about Tuxedo Mask?
Cherry: ::drool::
Lauren: you guys, we need someone to torture, not worship!
Anaya: How about Hadji?
Greta: He's alredy taken
Anaya ::eyes bug:: not my sweetie pie! I will get him back! Zinjas, to
your posts!
Josh: Hold her back!
Mr. X: How about a new bf for Jess?
Cherry: NEVER!! Unless you want Jonny...
Mr X: NEVER!! DBN FOREVER!
Greta: Aw, shut up and help us tie Anaya up
Melana or Anaya: I'm not Anaya! You have the wrong twin! Anaya left!
::they untie her::
Anaya: you guys are so gullible! MWAHAHA!! Hadji, here I come!

Well, I still run this show, so even if Anaya does get Hadj I won't
let her keep him... she'll have to settle with the clones from Chel's
party... if they're still around...

I HATE LURKING!!! Gosh, I have been gone from home for over 12 hours
every single day, and I'm only 13! ::whimper:: it's not fair! I also
hate the 200+ messages I have to wade through.

Anyway, I've been babbling enough. On with the fic!

Mr. X: No! I have to say this first. I'm talking because Lauren
doesn't want to admit that a DBNer was RIGHT for a change. Whoever
wrote that Jessie is more of a best friend to Jonny and a second
mother to his kids is totally right! I can definatly see her has a
career woman who is also Jonny's kids other mother, who watches them
when their parents are away or when they get older takes them in for a
cup of coffee when they can't stand their parents and tells stories of
Jonny as a kid. HEY! Wait! Fic idea! Don't steal it! I must write!

Ahh! Mr. X! Shut up! I won't listen! Cherry, tie him up!

Cherry: already done.

ANYWAY, If there are no more interruptions, on with the fic! This I
started over Christmas break of 1997, Chriss, you may remember sending
me your bio way back then, and I finally looked it over and wrote it.
Here it is!

disclaimer: i don't own nuttin. and there's something not listed on
the title that might become a part of this fic but it is undecided as
of yet so that's why it's no on here but if i do put that in i don't
own that either and i also don't own chrissy or ryan because they own
themselves, but i do own myself and nick because nick is not based on
soemone i know unlike the two metioned above.. oxygen!
rating: jjhr :), e, f, alt, hmmm.... and... i dunno

untitled: a mi/jq/you'll see crossover (i need a title! help!)
by melana zin

PROLOGUE
	
	A young woman ducked quickly into the small, inconspicuous Thai
restaurant, and took off her dark sunglasses. Smoothing her staticky
blonde hair, another victim of the rainy weather, she stepped up to
the woman standing by the lectern.	
	“Hello,” she said pleasantly, “I have a reservation for Schwartz at
1:30 please.” 
	The woman smiled and nodded, and motioned her to follow her. She led
her to a tiny private room, gave her a menu, and left.
	However, the woman wasn’t interested in the menu. After checking the
tiny place for bugs, she reached under the table and pulled out a
computer disk. Unzipping her bag, she took out her Mac laptop and
turned it on. She inserted the disk, smiling slightly, and opened the
program. After giving it three separate passwords, she accessed the
original message. A male’s recorded voice began to play as a picture
flashed onto the screen.
	“Good afternoon Miss McKenzie. The man you are looking at is Jack
Balinchen, a self made millionaire living for the time being in San
Francisco. We have suspected him for some time now of being the head
of a world wide drug ring, responsible for providing millions of
adults and children with numerous illegal drugs.” The picture changed
to show a hard looking man of about sixty, with gaunt features and a
crooked nose. “This is John Tauber, Balinchen’s right hand man. Watch
out for him. Our agents have tried to obtain incriminating evidence
about this man, but they have not been successful. However, they have
learned of a meeting between Balinchen's men and a buyer, somewhere in
San Francisco. Your mission, Lauren, should you choose to accept it,
is to obtain photographic proof of the exchange, repossess the drugs,
and identify the buyer. We have selected a group of four other agents
for this mission, from your usual team, all some of our finest.” A
picture of an auburn-haired woman flashed onto the screen. Her green
eyes sparkled. A list of stats were listed beside the picture, such as
her DOB and her current location. “Chrystena Benitt. Code name, Wolf.”
	The woman smiled. Chrystena was a good friend of her’s, and together
they had recently completed the mission lovingly nick-named by the
team, “The Armed Bastards From Hell”. 
	“Specializes at infiltrating head quarters. Been with us for 7 years,
always completed her mission. She has no family to speak of. Currently
in San Francisco, and has been observing the mansion for the past week.”
	The screen changed, and a young man’s picture replaced Chrystena’s.
He had a mop of curly brown hair and warm brown eyes. 
	“Nicholas Lancaster. Code name Luke Skywalker for his exceptional
skill in profiling. Closest family is in Anaheim, California.” Lauren
had met Nick while they were in training, and was amazed then at
Nick’s exceptional skill.
	“Ryan Mak. Code name Wrench. Currently in the employment of the
Luxury Nites Rental Limo Company. Joined the CIA seven years ago after
graduating from Northwestern University. Majored in mechanics.”
Lauren’s eyes scanned the stats listed nest to her friend’s picture.
Her “usual team” was a group of her closest friends. It was against
company policy to have relationships with the people you worked with,
as it could sometimes mean the completion or failure of a mission.
This was probably the only reason the five didn’t meet outside of
work, and Lauren always enjoyed her missions with them.
	Again the screen changed, showing a picture of a fire-haired young
woman. Her green eyes shone like emeralds.
	“Last, we have Jessica Bannon, code name Catwoman. Also specializes
in infiltrating enemy headquarters, with a knack at acrobatics and a
judo expert. Closest family, her parents, live in Venezuela. 
	“As always, if any of your IM force is caught, or killed, the
secretary will disavow any knowledge of your actions. This disk will
self destruct in 5 seconds. Good luck, Lauren.”
	An automated box popped up, with the message, “Deleting disk now.”
The woman shut down her laptop and picked up the menu just as a
waitress entered. She ordered some lunch as her mind whirled with
thoughts of her new mission.
						***
	“This is a floor plan of the house. The party is to be held in these
two rooms, with the kitchen right here,” Lauren said as she pointed to
the said rooms on a large map spread over a cheap table. “The main
entrance is here, and the servants entrance is here.” she said,
looking pointedly at a dark haired young man sitting across the table.
	“Where’s the office?” Chrystena Benitt asked the speaker, her green
eyes studying the map.
	“Over here.” her finger crossed the map to rest on a room on the
third floor. Chrystena could see her friends dark eyes carefully study
the surrounding rooms in case of the need to escape. That was Lauren
for you, always looking at every detail. Which was probably one of the
reasons that she headed this mission.
	“Ryan, do you know what to do?” Chrystena looked at the person that
Lauren had just spoken to. Ryan Mak was a guy about 33 years old, and
with the heart of a teenager. He loved to have fun and was probably
about the sweetest guy she knew. He was of Asian decent, with black
hair and brown eyes. His sparkling teeth were almost always smiling,
as they were now.
	“Of course captain ma’am. I chauffeur you two ladies to the party,
then I sit in my nice little limo for two hours watching you all, and
then pick you up at exactly nine fifteen in the back of the house.” he
recited.
	Lauren couldn’t help but smiling. “Nick?” she asked.
	“I get to do all the grunt work, don’t remind me. I get to the party
at five with the caterers and work my tail off, while you three pretty
ladies get to party, till eight fifty when I go with you and we break
into that little office of Mister Balinchen, then I go jump in Ryan’s
limo and when I get to the hotel I take a nice, long bubble bath with
no interruptions.” he said, pointing to the various rooms he mentioned
on the map.
	Chrystena knew she was next and began to tell her part in the
upcoming caper with out being prodded. “I get to the party with you at
seven fifteen, mingle and get up to Mister Balinchen and keep him
occupied while you two,” she pointed at Lauren and Nick, “get the
goods, then we all leave at nine fifteen.”
	Lauren looked at the last member of her team, the red head named
Jessica.
	“I get there with you guys, mingle with Chrystena and keep an eye on
the guards and Tauber, then leave at nine fifteen. And I get a bubble
bath too, right?” she joked.
	“You guys,” Lauren’s tone made everyone’s laid back attitude vanish.
They gazed at her somberly. “listen carefully. Balinchen and Tauber
are incredibly ruthless men. If any of you, us, are caught...” she
trailed off.
	“We go boom.” Ryan joked halfheartedly. No one laughed.

***

you cannot resist the urge to respond! respond! respond!

***

zin forever!

melana
and anaya
and cherry
and josh
and mr x
and greta

and, most of all, the wonderful...

lauren!!

all those the mentioned above: bah!!





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