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I am developing a new Quest team. Please tell me what you think of the 
characters. If they get favorable ratings, I will add the character on, 
if not, I scrape 'em.  PLease tell me what you think.


FIC:  RATHIKA  [1/3]
Warning:  This is rated PG for AS. E, ALT, and Qd.  
Disclaimer:  I do not own Jonny Quest, HB or any other thing associated 
with Jonny Quest.  I do own some Jonny Quest tapes, and a stuffed 
Bandit, but that isnt enough for me to write Jonny Quest stories 
without being sued.  If you try to sue me, you cant have my Bandit, or 
any of the tapes.  Rathika, and any other characters that you do not 
recognize belong to me.  If you have problems with the names of any of 
the characters I introduce, feel free to contact me.  
Archivers:  Yes, but please tell me where.
Note: I toned down the language, so things will probably sound strange, 
and a bit inaccurate.  Just pretend.   
STREETS OF BANGALORE

She tightened her sari before stepping out into the streets.  It was 
early morning, and the humidity was already nearly unbearable.  It had 
been unusually hot these past few weeks in Bangalore.  She didnt want 
to stay in this wretched city any longer.  Ever since that new Sultan 
had taken over, things had turned for the worse in Bangalore.  She had 
only arrived a month ago, but she heard the stories.  It used to be the 
best place left for pickpockets.  It had one of the worst police forces, 
and you could get away with nearly anything then.  This new sultan 
changed all that, cleaned up the slums, shut down the brothels, and cut 
crime in half. It was sickening.  She couldnt go back to Delhi, Simla, 
Jaipor, Bombay, Nagpur, Calcutta, Cuttack, or Hyderabad.  And now there 
was Bangalore.  She had thought that it would be an excellent spot, and 
it would have, if this sultan hadnt ruined everything.  
	The streets were bustling with people, and she weaved in and out gently 
among them.  Her eyes were constantly scanning the area for police, 
guards, easy picking, and unattended food.  As she neared the palace, 
she stepped more cautiously then before.  It was dangerous stealing so 
close to the sultans home, but it was also less fought over, and she 
could get some easy food, and maybe even some money.  
	She noticed a strikingly blond American about her age standing outside 
a shop.  His eyes were scanning the crowds as if he were looking for 
someone.  She smirked inwardly, stupid Americans, they were such easy 
targets.  

	Jonny hummed to himself as his eyes listlessly scanned the crowd.  
Jessie had said she would be back in 15 minutes.  "15 minutes, my foot." 
Jonny glanced down at his watch.  She had been gone for a half an hour.  
He wanted to get back to the palace, and see Hadji.  He hadnt seen his 
brother in almost 2 weeks, and then, when they finally arrive, Jessie 
runs off.  Jonny glumly glanced around him again, looking for a 
familiar splash of red.  Oh well, shes not coming.  He started 
walking back towards the palace.  As he was walking, he watched the 
people scurry around him.  He spotted a girl about his age up ahead at a 
stand filled with bread.  He watched her carefully look over the bread, 
searching for the biggest piece.  
	He almost missed it.  It was something an ordinary person would not 
have noticed, and he didnt really see her take it. One minute, the 
bread was just sitting there, the next gone.  Vanished.  He smiled 
slightly, and walked up to the girl.
	"I saw."  He jerked his head back towards the stand.  He wouldve said 
more, but his knowledge of the language was not nearly good enough.
	She turned around, and looked him squarely in the face.  She had a look 
of question, confusion, and curiosity.  
	"What?"  She couldnt believe it!  The stupid American saw her!  She 
had never been caught before.  Seething with anger, she managed to keep 
the neutral expression on her face, and in her voice.  "You saw?"
	"You took the bread."  Jonny kicked himself inside.  If only he had 
studied the language a bit more..
	"Excuse me?"  She almost laughed it.  The American was buying it.  
	"I saw you take bread." 
	"I did not take any bread.  I dont want any bread."  She smiled at him 
lightly.
	"I saw you."  He insisted.
	"You are mistaken, I dont want any bread.  I didnt get any bread."  
She shook her head clearly, and just for spite, through fake words in 
among her real ones to confuse him further.
	What?!  He understood something about not wanting, and not getting, 
and something about bread, but the rest was lost.  He didnt know what 
to say.
	"See you later."
	"Wait!"  She disappeared into the crowd.  
	"Great."  Jonny sighed.  He wasnt completely sure that she actually 
took the bread, but he was almost positive.  The thought of bread made 
his stomach growl, and he reached for his wallet.  It was gone.  

	She walked in the narrow doorway of the building, and glanced around 
for Anand.  Not seeing the man, she cautiously stepped inside.  She took 
a few steps, and then had her hand grabbed from behind.  He pulled 
sharply on her wrist, causing her to twirl around and face him.  She 
replaced the bitter anger, and growing resentment she felt with fear on 
her face.  Anand tightened his grip on her arm, digging his fingers into 
her skin.  
	"Do you have my money?"  He thundered in her face.
	"Not yet, I" Her voice quivered, fear and panic was written all over 
her face.  She really just wanted to slit the mans throat.
	"I needed it yesterday!"  He slammed her against the back wall, pinning 
her with his right hand.  His left hand fumbled behind his back, until 
he found the object of his search, a razor blade.  She had seen and 
received plenty of damage from razor blades before.  A favored tactic 
was the elongation of the mouth, with two slits on either side.  She 
didnt have to worry about that, because she was considered sellable, 
which ment that she could be used to take money from men.  Mostly it was 
scratches along the back of her upper arms.  Areas that didnt matter to 
men looking for women. 
	"Stupid witch." He cursed under his breath.  
	She wasnt about to take it from the bastard.  Her leg found a 
comfortable place in his belly, and she shoved with all her might.  He 
went sprawling over the floor, clutching his stomach.  She had no time 
to finish the job, and swiftly fled.

HADJIS PALACE
	"Jonny!"  Jessie waved to him. "Where we you?"
	"Waiting for you!" Jonny reached his friends.
	"I told you to meet me back here in 15 minutes!"
	"Not here!!!"
	"All right, my friends."  Hadji quickly interrupted.  "No fighting."
	"Some girl took my wallet."
	"You let a girl take your wallet?!" Jessie questioned him.
	"I doubt he let her."  Hadji grinned, "The famous Jonny Quest, foiled 
by a common street rat."
	"Hey!"  Jonny crossed his arms.  "There is a tracking device in it.  
Well catch one of your thieves, Hadji."
	"Perhaps."  Hadji just smiled crookedly at his brother, "I wonder what 
this girl looked like.  Huh Jonny?"
	"Stop it!"  He held up his hands.
	"Lets just go catch the thief."  Jessie suggested.  "I want to know 
how she did it."
	"Oh," Hadji thought, "Its not THAT hard to steal from Jonny, why--"
	Jonny swung his fist playfully at Hadji, but was blocked.
	"Ha." Hadji smugly grinned at Jonny.  He grabbed his arm, and twisted 
it around.
	"Ow! Hey!"  Jonny tackled his older friend, and all the Sultanic 
dignity immediately left Hadji.  The two boys wrestled on the floor for.
	Jessie stepped on Hadjis stomach, ending the fight.  "Come on, you 
two."  She yanked Jonny up by his arm.  "Quit fooling around, lets go."  
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Authors note:  The Hadji in these stories is a new one Im trying out.  
Tell me what you think of him.  He is more like the classics Hadji in 
that he does more, and actually gets in on the action.  Rathika is an 
actual name, it is the name of a girl I go to school with.  The 
character is loosely modeled after her.  This is the first character 
introduced as part of a team. I currently have more characters than 
needed.  Tell me what you think of her, give me plenty of suggestions, 
comments and facts.  If she is liked, she will be the first member of 
the team, if not, Ill scrap her. Tell me what you think.
Mary.  Comments/suggestions/death threats/marriage 
proposals/facts/nonsense/food/sugar/insanity are all welcome.  
Especially sugar and food.  Send em to [email protected]