Chapter 4

Disclaimer: I don't the KND.

In Australia…

Marianna was tired of waiting for her brother. Where was he? The ACHQ reported him missing in action! What was going on anyway?

Marianna paced back and forth in the hallway of one of the buildings. Today she was making sure James Hovurn would help her. James was in charge of the Search and Rescue Sector.

Marianna also started frowning. She still remembered what James said the other day. He did say something about the KND being weary around teenagers, so it would make it kind of difficult because James was fifteen years old.

The girl sat on the top steps of the stairs waiting for James. Today they would be going to find her brother. Today would be the day that she would see him again…

Back in the KND Tree house…

Zack took out his wireless laptop, and then went to the AC Travel website. There, people could buy tickets to a lot of places that is if you were a qualified member.

Zack knew that Number 4 was telling Number 1 and the others his version of the candy store incident.

I guess I have to lay low for now, Zack thought as he was typing his little sister's code number to see if she was still in the AC buildings. As he looked at the status, it said

IN FLIGHT CLEVELAND, OH! ON S&R MISSION

Zack smiled. He knew this meant one thing James Hovurn. Wait 'til they meet James Hovurn…

Just then, Number 1 called him down.

"Zack the whole team would like to talk to you, you need to come down."

Zack, feeling a little weary, put the StungunV5 in his pocket in case they were going to do something out of the question.

As he got there, the whole team was staring and Number 4 was smiling like he just won the lottery.

"Alright then, Zack, what you did to Number 3 was inappropriate…"

Zack started tuning out what Number 1 was saying. He started staring at the door. He knew they were right outside.

Then came a loud shout. The door was kicked open and the KND team members went into their battle stations…

James Hovurn's Point of View

What the hell is this supposed to be? Some playhouse?

I can't believe this is where Zack turned up. A playhouse with a bunch of little kids that had "weapons", get real.

So here I am standing in the midst of all the trouble. The kids are trying to ward me off with their gumball or teddy bear shooters. Pretty dangerous, right? Not for me, I've been trained against these types of attacks since I was little.

I heard some bald headed kid with a British accent saying to hold fire, and they stopped.

"What the hell are you guys trying to do? Beat me down with a few teddy bears, gumballs, and cartons of orange juice? I never thought you people would that lame."

The fat kid replied, "Well, we defend kids all around the world from snotty teenagers like you!"

I smirked. How lame. I guess this was how the kids treated teens and I believe adults too. That's bullshit. Anyway, I replied to the kid saying,

"Get over yourself, okay? You know that you can't fight off every evil okay? Why don't you go back to bed and if you're good, I'll read you a bedtime story."

I smirked again. I loved saying these types of things to kids. As I was thinking about my small self-victory, a person in a ninja outfit broke in onto the ceiling. The kids started backing up behind me, and then I realized that they were afraid of this person.

A few more the ninja people came in. I waited for some response.

A person took off her helmet and then said, "Hello, I'm Cree."

Author Comments: Yes, sorry for the language. That's the way James does talk all the time. He's the type of person that's mean to everyone. Thank you for reading my story. I apologize for the short chapter.