Universe: Various
Challenge: One or more of the guys is hunting for whatever. 100 words max.
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On The hunt
By MMW

Vin - Old West
Vin's finely honed tracking and hunting skills were working overtime. He knew his prey was still in the area, he could sense it, smell it. Moving silently through the wooded area, he followed his instincts and soon spotted his prey.

Foregoing his mare's-leg since cocking it would alert his prey, he pulled the large knife he always carried from its sheath, and waited for the most opportune moment. His patience was soon rewarded.

Stepping into the clearing, he placed the knife at his prey's throat. "Give me back m' peach pie and I won't kill ya," he hissed at Buck.

Chris - ATF AU
Moving as lithely as a panther on a hunt, Chris stalked his prey. A feral smile broke out on his lips and a low growl threatened to sound as he realized exactly where his prey was. There would be no escape. There would be no mercy.

They thought they were clever. They thought they would get away with it. After spending six hours trying to corral 200 kindergarteners and give them a tour of the Federal Building, nothing would stop him. He would catch the six perpetrators and teach them a lesson about volunteering their Team Leader for such operations.

Buck - ATF AU
Buck carefully hunted through his desk drawers; he had to find that phone number. When she had given him the number originally, he hadn't thought twice about it, after all women gave him their phone numbers all the time. How was he to know this one was different?

Shifting a stack of old messages, he found the number he needed and released a sigh. Closing the disorganized drawer, he reached for the phone and punched in the number; it was picked up on the second ring.

"Catherine Sutton, Attorney At Law. How may I help you?" the voice greeted.

Josiah - Dungeons and Dragons
Heaving a sigh, Josiah took the scroll he'd been reviewing back to its shelf. It had taken him thirteen years of hunting down obscure clues to locate the correct library.

Now that he was here, it had taken him five days to locate what he hoped was the right section. After hunting through more than half the scrolls, most written in obscure dialects, he had begun to despair of ever finding what he needed.

But he couldn't do that. He couldn't give up now. He was too close and too many lives now depended on him finding it soon.

Nathan - Vengeance
Nathan stopped and stretched his back as the reason for his current herb-hunting expedition replayed in his mind.

The Vengeance had been doing well, at least until they ran across a ship where the crew had been sick with an illness Nathan didn't know. It had hit the men on the Vengeance hard. The major symptoms were chills, fever and an inability to keep anything down. Several of the men had had trouble breathing and Nathan had nearly exhausted his stores of herbs.

Determining he wouldn't be caught unprepared should such a thing happen again, he continued his hunt.

Ezra - ATF
Ezra couldn't believe it as he hung up the phone yet again. He had been hunting all day. He had tracked down numbers and called obscure people, yet no one could get him the tickets he wanted.

What was he going to do? He had to attend.

Releasing a heavy sigh, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes only to be startled into alertness when a hand rested on his shoulder. Looking up, he found himself face to face with Nathan's smiling face. "Here, Ezra," he said, holding out an envelope. "I thought you might need these."

JD - Star Trek
Blowing his bangs out of his eyes, JD wondered what had made him agree to participate in the hunt. Buck had gone to a lot of trouble to arrange it especially for him and that was why he'd agreed. He knew his friend had put a lot of time and energy into creating the authentic hunt, but they'd been at it for hours now.

JD wondered where his friends were. Resisting the urge to ask the computer for the location of his friends, he shifted his gear and headed off in another direction wondering what exactly a snipe looked like.

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