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Date: Thu, 15 Jan 1998 13:07:16 -0500 (EST)
From: Leslie Asbury-Harris 
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Subject: JQ: The Ultimate Vengence Part 1
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Disclaimer:
I don't own the Quest team-- they are the property of Hanna-Barbera, and
no profit is being made from this story, which is written solely for then
enjoyment and appreciation of its readers.

The Ultimate Vengence Part 1

	Hadji and Miana were in Hadji's yoga studio located in the attic
of the main house.  Miana was pursuing the path of yoga under Hadji's
instruction, and he started her out by having her do basic yoga postures.
	"Yes, that is right-- steady yourself... get your balance--now,
straight up.  Good!  Now hold..."
	Miana was having her first attempt at a headstand away from the
wall.  She managed to keep her balance for about ten seconds before she
came tumbling down.  Miana got up and dusted herself off.
	"It's so much easier doing that against the wall..."
	"Yes, my love-- it is.  But just like how children must learn to
walk on their own without their mother's hand, a yogin, or in your case,
yogini, must learn to stand without any external support-- as what you
would figuratively call a 'crutch'.  Anyway, you did very well.  Since you
have had a full workout of asanas, it is time for relaxation.  Stretch out
on the mat, legs parted slightly, with the palms of your hands up."
	Miana did as instructed, while Hadji dimmed the lights and turned
on a tape of Indian music he used for meditation.
	"Ok, now... breathe in and out slowly... that is it-- concentrate
on the breathing.  Note the transition from inhaling to exhaling, exhaling
to inhaling... clear your mind-- concentrate only on your breathing. 
Relax your body totally-- starting with your toes and working to the top
of your head.  Relax your toes... ankles... calves... relax your your
knees... thighs... hips... abdomen... chest... every now and then,
mentally go back to your toes to make sure that everything that is relaxed
stays relaxed."
	Hadji continued naming off body parts, then told Miana to keep
concentrating on her breathing.  Hadji sat down behind Miana's head.  He
put his hands near both sides of her head, near her temples-- almost
touching, but not quite.
	All of a sudden, Miana's body felt heavy, but part of her felt
light at the same time, as if she were trying to lift out of her body. 
She felt a warm, tingling sensation all over.  She felt as if she was
going to lift out of herself and into the astral plane.  She saw colors--
mainly blue and green-- and then the sudden and startling image of a
woman's face...
	Miana's eyes snapped open and she sat up with a start, breathing
fast almost to the point of hyperventilation. 
	She looked Hadji square in the eye.
	"You have seen her." observed Hadji.
	Miana's eyebrows knitted.
	"Who is she?" asked Miana.
	"I do not know.  I have seen her many times during meditation, just
like seven years ago when--"
	Hadji stopped short.  He swore never to reveal to Miana he had
seen her as the Dancer.
	"Seven years ago when..." prompted Miana.
	"Never mind..."
	"Hadji, you started something very deep, and you owe it to both of
us to finish it."
	Hadji put his head in his hands.
	"Hadji!"
	Miana went over to comfort him.
	Hadji then went over to a trunk in one corner that hadn't been
opened for years.  He went over to it, opened it, and took out two sketch
books.  He blew the dust off, and set them on a table.  He turned away
fast, and then closed the trunk.
	Miana started leafing through the books.
	"My God... I thought I was only dreaming... I forgot all about
seven years aho.  It just now clicked in my mind that it was you I saw in
my dreams, and I knew there was something familiar about you when we first
met...  And you saw me then meditating--first, as how I wanted to be,
then me as I really was... Hadji, why didn't you show me these books
before?"
	"Because I was afraid that you would think I was comparing you to a
dream.  I was afraid of the repercussions.  Your image, your personality,
your presence, even your name came to me seven years prior to our meeting. 
I have loved you for that long."
	"And I you, Hadji.  But about this new face-- she comes to you in
the same fashion?"
	"Not quite.  I see her face, but that is all.  The only thing I
feel is a negative presence associated with her.  Did you feel anything?"
	"The only thing I could pick up is that she reminds me of one of my
half-sisters.  I never knew them, but they would be thirty now.  They came
from my mother's first marriage.  My mother had no contact with them or
her ex, and she had no other family tha t i knew of."
	"What are their names?" asked Hadji.
	"Moniri and Shamica Monesson.  I believe tha image we saw was Mica. 
Why we would see them after all these years is beyond me." replied Miana. 

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	Even though more than ten years had passed since Jeremiah Surd's
imprisonment-- both in Questworld, and in the local asylum, Julia remained
ever faithful.  It was surprising how many connections her family had
around the country, and both her and Lorenzo were released after a few
short years.  Julia had been working quietly and covertly on a
multi-faceted plan that invlolved freeing Jeremiah and avenging themselves
against the Quests.  Her influence was unknown to society, but well-known
in the Underworld, and those connections she had were working
beautifully-- way beyond just freeing herself from prison.
	Julia was exercising her hacking skills by breaking into various
records in different city offices, as well as researching the latest
happenings with the Quests.
	"Let's see... Benton Quest retires... Jonny Quest and Jessie Bannon
marry... son turns two, Jessie graduates from UCLA and returns once again
to Miane.  Hadji Singh marries Miana Scolari... now there's a new face--
accessing city records..."
	Julia's fingers flew over her keyboard as she pulled up just about
everything there was to know about Miana.
	"The third of four children-- Miana Scolari and her younger brother
William.  Two older half-sisters-- Shamica and Moniri Monesson.  Shamica
has quite a history, and it seems Miana is totally unaware of it. 
Lorenzo-- it seems we have found our weak link." 

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	"Jessie!  I am so glad you and Jonny are back!  These months you
were gone were just endless!" exlaimed Miana.
	"It's good to be back!  And hey-- having an executive position at
Quest Enterprises was a wonderful thing to come home to!  I'm surprised
you didn't beat me to it, Hadji!"
	"Every time we think he is going to graduate, he finds more classes
to take or another major to pursue." laughed Miana.
	"What is it this time, Hadji?  Underwater basket weaving?" quipped
Jonny.
	"Oh, no, my friend.  I am way beyond that!  I am doing advanced
underwater basket weaving." joked Hadji, with a completely straight face.
	"Mail call!" announced Mrs. Evans, coming into the living room.
	Miana was handed a letter.  Her eyebrows knitted as she opened it,
and she shot Hadji a look.
	"What is it, love?"
	"A letter from Mica.  She is down on her luck, and needs a place to
stay.  I'll read aloud:
	Dear Miana,
	I know it has been a long time.  The last time we saw each other,
you were just a baby.  You must think I have a lot of nerve contacting you
after all these years, but I really have no place to turn.  I was 
devestated to hear about Mom's death, but I was overseas and unable to
come in for the funeral.
	Up until a month ago, I was happily married and living in London,
England.  But, unknown to me, my husband was having an affair.  He sent me
away on a plane back to the States, but with no money and no where to go. 
I am currently in a homeless shelter, but my time here is running short. 
I have heard that you have made quite a life yourself among good people. 
Perhaps all of you can find it in your hearts to give some aid to someone
who is currently down on her luck.  Please forgive my imposition, but I
have no where else to turn.  Signed, Mica Monesson Thurston."
	Awkward glances shot around the room.
	"We should have foreseen this, love." replied Miana.
	"Foreseen what?" asked Benton.
	Miana and Hadji proceeded to tell Benton their story.
	"That's quite a story, Miana.  Well, I see we have no choice but to
help.  Go ahead and write your sister and tell her she can come here to
stay.  We'll work out the details later." replied Benton.
	"Benton, are you sure this is a good idea?" asked Race.  "After all..."
	"I know-- we know nothing about her.  But, we took a chance with
Miana, and now she's a member of the family.  Maybe Mica will turn out the
same way.  However, to be on the safe side-- Jessie..."
	"Right on it, Dr. Quest."

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	"Wow, Julia-- that's amazing how you managed to completely change
and falsify all of Mica's records!  A graduate in computer science from
Oxford turned Underworld goddess..." praised Lorenzo.
	"Wanted internationally under the name of Tralesta Bane, who did
everything from drug trafficking to weapons smuggling for Earnest
Thurston... but, under her real name-- Mica Monesson-- graduate of Oxford,
married Alexander Sebastian Thurston, business tycoon and playboy, but
was recently ousted from her life of luxury and had to go crawling to her
estranged and long-lost sister, Miana Singh, for help..."
	"And then what?  Then what?" asked Lorenzo anxiously.
	"You'll just have to wait and see, now won't you?" sneered Julia.

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	"Dr. Quest, I sent the letter out..."
	Miana had a strange look on her face.
	"Miana, is somehting wrong?" asked Benton.
	"Not really... I had another vision, and it was strange."
	"What was it?"
	"I saw what looked like an underground compound on an island
somewhere, and we were forced to stay there.  Does something like that
exist?"
	Jonny and Benton looked at each other.
	"Actually, it does.  It is an experimental project that has been in
the works for a few years now.  I had no particular use in mind for it
except for research purposes, and in the worst case scenario, in case of
war.  In fact, it's nearly finished."
	"Good."
	"Why?  As Jonny would say, have you been meditating too much?"
joked Benton.
	"I hope so." said Miana.  "I don't know eactly what is going to
happen, but I have a feeling we will be utilizing your experiment."
	"Miana, I have never known you to be so psychic.  Did all this come
about since you started practicing yoga?" asked Jessie.
	"No-- I have always had premonitions in one form or another.  The
yoga is just helping me to be in better touch with myself and giving me
self-confidence.  I just never voiced my visions becasue I was never sure
of myself.  Now I am."
	A couple of days later, Miana got a call from Mica, and Race went
to pick her up and brought her back to the compound.
	All were in the living room when Race and Mica returned.  Mica was
a tall girl of about 5'10", and approximately 135 pounds.  She had long,
straight black hair down her back, and striking green eyes.  The only
features she had in common with Miana was the pale complexion and the
full lips.  Jessie's eyes narrowed as soon as she saw her.
	"Jess, what's wrong?" whipered Jonny.
	"If Hadji was single, he'd go for her."
	"What makes you think so?"
	"Come on, Jonny!  Think about it!  Tall, evil women with long black
hair... remember the pattern?"
	"Come to think of it, you're right.  But how do you know she's evil?"
	"I feel it, Jonny.  I feel it."
	"Miana!  It's been years!" exclaimed Mica superficially as she went
to embrace her long-lost sister.
	Miana stepped back and offered her hand.
	Jessie picked up that Miana got the same vibes she did.
	"Oh, ok, Miana-- a little resentful, but understandable.  Thank you
anyway for allowing me to come.  And thank you to your family?"
	"Oh, yes-- this is my adopted father-in-law, Dr. Benton Quest, his
assistant, Race Bannon, Jessie Quest-- Race's daughter, my adoptive
sister-in-law, best friend, and wife to Jonny Quest..."
	"Your adoptive brother-in-law.  The question is, who was adopted by
the Quests?"
	"...And my husband, Hadji Singh."
	"That was quite an intro, Mi!" quipped Jessie.
	Miana shrugged nervously, and Mica eyeballed Hadji.
	Mrs. Evans came in and took Mica to her room.
	"I have a bad feeling about her, Benton." replied Race.
	"So do I." agreed Jessie and Miana in unison.
	Hadji's eyebrows were knitted and he had his chin resting on the
back of his hand.
	"Contemplating the similarities between Mica and all the other
tall, black-haired women in your life?" teased Jessie.  "I was just
telling Miana it's a good thing the two of you are married."
	Hadji winced and left the room.
	"I have heard about Elise and Anaya.  I take it Mica is similiar to
them?" asked Miana.
	"Not similiar-- identical.  In every way."
	"That remains to be seen." replied Benton.  "I hope you are wrong."
	"So do I." agreed Jessie.  "So do I."
	Mica sensed the reservations the Quests had, and decided she would
have to improve her acting job.  She would have a lot of work to do in
order to gain the confidence of those around her. 

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	A number of weeks passed, and over that time, Mica slowly managed
to get the trust of the Quest team.  She kept to herself mostly, and
decided it was to time to interact more with the family.  She had recently
turned down invitations for various activities, but decided she would get
involved where it really counted-- Questworld. 



"Jookie! Jookie! It's a party in a can!
What's better than Jookie?
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I drank 93,000 cans of Jookie and I got this Jookie sock!
I got this Jookie chainsaw!
I got this Jookie hornet's nest! 
I got this Jookie sea captain! Arrrrr! (my fave!)
I got this Jookie hornea belt, just like my favorite basketball player!"
                           
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		|        THANKS          |
		|    	  JOOKIE!!	 |
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