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Valmont strode back and forth in front of his large desk, located on the upper floor of a London Warehouse.
He was upset; Valmont did not like to be kept waiting.
Outside the usual London fog coming off the River Thames blurred the small sliver of moon in the sky. A
figure walked quietly towards the warehouse, the fog swirling in his footsteps. The person stopped two blocks
from the warehouse, and looked up and down the street. He raised his hand and made a gesture. The fog swirled
around him, and then dissipated. The figure was gone.
Back in the warehouse, Valmont was growing angry. He raged up and down his office. "Where is he?!" he
raged.
Valmont grabbed an aid by the collar and screamed in his face "If he is not here in the next five minutes find
me another one!"
"Then I shall not keep you waiting any longer", answered a smooth voice from near the door. Valmont spun
around, there, in his office, stood a teenager. He was about six feet tall, slight of build, with straight blue hair that
ran almost to his shoulders. He wore loose black pants and a black shirt with a bright blue insignia across the
chest. His eyes were hidden behind silver mirrored sunglasses.
"Who are you?" asked Valmont asked, rather surprised.
"I heard you requested the services of an expert thief", replied the
young man, "You may call me Jenreid."
Valmont was too stunned to answer.
"Ah." Jenreid said, "You find my appearance somewhat surprising? Many do." "I apologize for being
late; I was testing your security systems." He frowned, "They're not very good."
"It's just." stuttered Valmont, "What I mean is, I was expecting some one older".
"Well, I'm here now, what is it you want stolen?" replied Jenreid.
"Uhm., If you think you can handle the job, there is a certain dagger made of blue steel and inlaid with sapphires
that is on display in the Museum of Natural History in America."
"You mean the famed weapon a Rah AhtCloymaln, recently discovered by the Australian archeologist
Wendell Street?"
"You know of it?" gasped Valmont.
"Indeed I do", replied Jenreid, "My last two employers were unwilling to pay the requested price".
While Jenreid and Valmont were talking, one of Valmont's flunkies slipped out of the room.
"Anyway", began Jenreid "My going rate for such a highly guarded item is 70% of its estimated value."
"Money is not a problem", replied Valmont.
"So, perhaps then you seek it for its supposed legendary mystical power?" quipped Jenreid.
Valmont just stared, openmouthed. He tried to speak, but no noises came out.
"By the Tree!" exclaimed Jenreid, "You must do better than that to surprise me". He turned and began to
walk away; calling over his shoulder "I'll have your dagger in less than one week". The man who had left before
returned.
"Oh, and Valmont." Jenreid turned back, and his hand darted in a throwing gesture towards Valmont's
thug. The man looked down at the knife hilt that appeared to be growing out of his chest, as he slumped to the
floor. "You have, excuse me, had a traitor in your midst."
At Uncle's Rare Finds in San Francisco, Jackie Chan was just finishing breakfast when the telephone rang.
Uncle picked it up. He listened for a moment and frowned. "Jackie", he screeched, "It's for you." Jackie stood up
and took the telephone, "Hello", he said.
"Jackie, its Captain Black".
"Oh, is it trouble, I just got back from Egypt".
"'Fraid so Jackie", replied Capt. Black, "We have reason to believe Valmont is causing trouble again".
"Is Shendu back, too?" questioned Jackie.
"We're not sure, but we would appreciate it if you could assemble the J team and look into it."
"Jackie", shouted Uncle "Is he offering more money, rent is due at end of month."
"Alright, alright" cried Jackie, "We'll come. Were is it you think they are going to strike?"
"The museum of Natural History, in New York. I'll brief you on the rest of it on the plane."
As Jackie hung up the phone, his eleven-year old niece, Jade, came bounding down the stairs, "Yippee", she
shouted, "We get to fight some more bad guys."
"No, we do not", stuttered Jackie "You are staying here. And how did you know anyway?"
"I was listening on the upstairs extension," replied Jade.
"Well, you are going to stay here with whoever Captain Black sends to mind the store anyway", stated
Jackie.
"But-"
"End of discussion Jade".
"Ohhhhh..."
Later, as a car pulled up with Captain Black and two Section 13 agents inside, Jackie sat his niece down in
her room and had a short talk with her.
"Jade, do you promise not to try to follow us to New York?"
"But Jackie, I could be such a help, I mean-"
"Jade, promise."
"Alright, I cross my heart." Jade smiled.
"That's my girl", said Jackie as he stood up and left the room.
Jade smirked. "Luckily I also crossed my fingers", she said.
Later, on the plane to New York, Capt. Black gave Jackie, Uncle, Viper, Tohru, and El Toro the details on
the mission. "The Dark Hand has hired a trained thief to steel for it a dagger that is said to possess mystical
powers."
"Only one thief?" smirked Viper.
"This is a very special thief", replied Capt. Black, "We think he might have been the one to kill our undercover
agent within the Dark Hand. From what we have, which isn't much, he's younger than twenty, about six feet tall,
has blue hair, and always wears sunglasses. He calls himself Jenreid, but we can't tell if that his real name."
"Blur hair?" questioned Tohru
"That I can't say for certain", answered Capt. Black. "We started hearing rumors about two months back about a
blue-haired thief-for-higher, but nothing was confirmed."
"Still, one young thief can't be all that tough", replied Viper, reclining in her seat. "Wake me when we get there".
Valmont strode back and forth in front of his large desk, located on the upper floor of a London Warehouse.
He was upset; Valmont did not like to be kept waiting.
Outside the usual London fog coming off the River Thames blurred the small sliver of moon in the sky. A
figure walked quietly towards the warehouse, the fog swirling in his footsteps. The person stopped two blocks
from the warehouse, and looked up and down the street. He raised his hand and made a gesture. The fog swirled
around him, and then dissipated. The figure was gone.
Back in the warehouse, Valmont was growing angry. He raged up and down his office. "Where is he?!" he
raged.
Valmont grabbed an aid by the collar and screamed in his face "If he is not here in the next five minutes find
me another one!"
"Then I shall not keep you waiting any longer", answered a smooth voice from near the door. Valmont spun
around, there, in his office, stood a teenager. He was about six feet tall, slight of build, with straight blue hair that
ran almost to his shoulders. He wore loose black pants and a black shirt with a bright blue insignia across the
chest. His eyes were hidden behind silver mirrored sunglasses.
"Who are you?" asked Valmont asked, rather surprised.
"I heard you requested the services of an expert thief", replied the
young man, "You may call me Jenreid."
Valmont was too stunned to answer.
"Ah." Jenreid said, "You find my appearance somewhat surprising? Many do." "I apologize for being
late; I was testing your security systems." He frowned, "They're not very good."
"It's just." stuttered Valmont, "What I mean is, I was expecting some one older".
"Well, I'm here now, what is it you want stolen?" replied Jenreid.
"Uhm., If you think you can handle the job, there is a certain dagger made of blue steel and inlaid with sapphires
that is on display in the Museum of Natural History in America."
"You mean the famed weapon a Rah AhtCloymaln, recently discovered by the Australian archeologist
Wendell Street?"
"You know of it?" gasped Valmont.
"Indeed I do", replied Jenreid, "My last two employers were unwilling to pay the requested price".
While Jenreid and Valmont were talking, one of Valmont's flunkies slipped out of the room.
"Anyway", began Jenreid "My going rate for such a highly guarded item is 70% of its estimated value."
"Money is not a problem", replied Valmont.
"So, perhaps then you seek it for its supposed legendary mystical power?" quipped Jenreid.
Valmont just stared, openmouthed. He tried to speak, but no noises came out.
"By the Tree!" exclaimed Jenreid, "You must do better than that to surprise me". He turned and began to
walk away; calling over his shoulder "I'll have your dagger in less than one week". The man who had left before
returned.
"Oh, and Valmont." Jenreid turned back, and his hand darted in a throwing gesture towards Valmont's
thug. The man looked down at the knife hilt that appeared to be growing out of his chest, as he slumped to the
floor. "You have, excuse me, had a traitor in your midst."
At Uncle's Rare Finds in San Francisco, Jackie Chan was just finishing breakfast when the telephone rang.
Uncle picked it up. He listened for a moment and frowned. "Jackie", he screeched, "It's for you." Jackie stood up
and took the telephone, "Hello", he said.
"Jackie, its Captain Black".
"Oh, is it trouble, I just got back from Egypt".
"'Fraid so Jackie", replied Capt. Black, "We have reason to believe Valmont is causing trouble again".
"Is Shendu back, too?" questioned Jackie.
"We're not sure, but we would appreciate it if you could assemble the J team and look into it."
"Jackie", shouted Uncle "Is he offering more money, rent is due at end of month."
"Alright, alright" cried Jackie, "We'll come. Were is it you think they are going to strike?"
"The museum of Natural History, in New York. I'll brief you on the rest of it on the plane."
As Jackie hung up the phone, his eleven-year old niece, Jade, came bounding down the stairs, "Yippee", she
shouted, "We get to fight some more bad guys."
"No, we do not", stuttered Jackie "You are staying here. And how did you know anyway?"
"I was listening on the upstairs extension," replied Jade.
"Well, you are going to stay here with whoever Captain Black sends to mind the store anyway", stated
Jackie.
"But-"
"End of discussion Jade".
"Ohhhhh..."
Later, as a car pulled up with Captain Black and two Section 13 agents inside, Jackie sat his niece down in
her room and had a short talk with her.
"Jade, do you promise not to try to follow us to New York?"
"But Jackie, I could be such a help, I mean-"
"Jade, promise."
"Alright, I cross my heart." Jade smiled.
"That's my girl", said Jackie as he stood up and left the room.
Jade smirked. "Luckily I also crossed my fingers", she said.
Later, on the plane to New York, Capt. Black gave Jackie, Uncle, Viper, Tohru, and El Toro the details on
the mission. "The Dark Hand has hired a trained thief to steel for it a dagger that is said to possess mystical
powers."
"Only one thief?" smirked Viper.
"This is a very special thief", replied Capt. Black, "We think he might have been the one to kill our undercover
agent within the Dark Hand. From what we have, which isn't much, he's younger than twenty, about six feet tall,
has blue hair, and always wears sunglasses. He calls himself Jenreid, but we can't tell if that his real name."
"Blur hair?" questioned Tohru
"That I can't say for certain", answered Capt. Black. "We started hearing rumors about two months back about a
blue-haired thief-for-higher, but nothing was confirmed."
"Still, one young thief can't be all that tough", replied Viper, reclining in her seat. "Wake me when we get there".