Prologue
"That is it! I have enough of this," yell the agitated girl. "I'm leaving." she went up to the door but was stopped by her right hand man/ Storm Guardian.
"Quindicesima, please think this through" he tried to reason with her.
"Move" she snapped. He refused. She punched him the stomach and hit him on the back of his neck knocking, him out. She walked out of the room knocking out anyone who stands in her way. She walked all the way to the roof where her helicopter was waiting. When she reached the roof she found the rest of her Guardians blocking her way.
"Are you going to stop me like the others?" she asked unleashing her two katanas.
"Boss, can't we settle this down in an orderly manner?" Begged her Mist Guardian.
"No"
"Why?" wondered her little Lighting Guardian." why do you want to leave?"
"Uh I don't know probably to get away from THAT!" screamed the boss.
" you want to run away to the EX-" shouted her Sun Guardian but was cut off when the boss ran up to him so fast that nobody saw her moved and punched his stomach and kick him to the ground.
Her Mist tried to stop her but was quickly knockout followed by her Lighting. Her Rain Guardian was the only remaining.
She walked passed him but he grab her arm stopping from moving. "Let go" she snarled at him.
"no can do boss if I do that your Cloud Guardian will have my head for letting his sparring partner leave while is on a mission" smiled her Rain. "And besides who is going to finish the paperwork?"
At that point she snapped and slashes her katana at him. He somehow manages to jump away but his boss ran up behind him and gave him a blow on the neck knocking him out. She walk up the helicopter went in and flew away.
Her Storm ran up to the roof but was too late. "Great. What am I supposed to do now" He thought to himself.
The boss flew to the airport and took a plane to Washington D.C.
-Ten hours later at the White House-
The president of the United States was doing his paperwork when his head security called," Mr. President there is a girl about the age of 15 who wants to speak to you. She says she is your niece."
The president stopped working and thought to himself "could it her? I haven't seen her since she was five, but that was ten years ago!" he called the security and said "sent her in"
Fifteen minutes later the security went followed by a browned hair girl. The president stood up from his chair and the girl greeted him, "hello uncle ken."
He fell on his chair gasping and breathed, "it is you."
This is my first story. Sorry for the bad grammar and spellings (never been really good at Grammar).