Guardians of the Elements: The Lightning Guardian

The New Formation - Part I

- My luggage ended up where?! - Aileen's scream was heard throughout the Ezeiza airport - How the hell did my luggage end up in New Persia?! - She was so furious that she looked like the Fire Guardian, burning with her eyes the poor airport worker who had the bad luck to give her the news.

- I'm sorry, Miss Groundson - the boy had cringed before the prepotency of the girl who was a couple centimeters lower. Everyone around was looking at them; she was making a scene - The good news is that we hope it will be arriving tomorrow morning.

- I hope so - she answered blowing smoke - otherwise the United Kingdom of the North Atlantic Islands will break relations with this airline - Aileen gave a quick turn on her axis, gave a snort and, adjusting her sunglasses, began her walk at a brisk and furious pace, chin high and  indignation on her face - Frank, my carry-on bag.

The latter had a confused look, he had witnessed the entire discussion. He realized everyone was watching - As ordered, Your Highness - he spat with a sarcastic tone, took the suitcases and followed her at a hurried pace.

They walked to the exit in silence and stopped to order a taxi.

- You know I'm not your servant. Here's your stupid suitcase - Frank said once he was next to Aileen. If she heard it, she ignored it - what was that all about?

- What was what?

- That scene you made inside with that worker. I never thought you could be so...

- Diva?

Frank turned to her, believing she would receive some gesture of superiority, instead, Aileen lowered her head and removed her glasses. Her eyes were bright, she looked like she was about to cry.

- Excuse me about earlier - his voice was fragile. A taxi pulled up in front of them. The girl's gaze had been fixed on her reflection in the car window - It's only that sometimes when I get angry I put myself in diva mode and I feel obliged to keep it until nobody is seeing me.

- Okay, I forgive you, but help me put the luggage in the trunk - he said trying to lift the blonde's heavy carry-on bag - What the hell are you taking here? And how did you manage to get it on the plane?

The girl approached, lifted the suitcase with one hand and shoved it into the back of the vehicle with a brusque gesture.

- Never ask a girl what she's carrying in her suitcase - she shot Frank a withering look.

- As you say - he answered, turning the taxi - Now get in.

- Where to? - Asked the taxi driver.

- To the Sheraton Hotel - Aileen answered with all the naturalness in the world.

Frank turned to her, eyes wide.

- What? Where did you think I would stay? - Aileen said looking at her nails. The red enamel had almost completely peeled off; she had to paint them.

Frank rolled his eyes and settled into the seat.

- To the Sheraton in Capital - he finished saying to the driver, putting a hand to his forehead.

When the car started, Aileen turned suddenly toward the airport exit. Frank, noticing this, asked:

- What happens?

- Nothing, I just thought I heard someone - she settled back into that uncomfortable leather seat.

***

The return flight was quite pleasant for Raymond, although it had been difficult for Breeze to agree to take a commercial flight. He suspected that she was dying to jump out of the plane and fly on her own. She would have arrived even faster. But there were two of them, and he couldn't keep up with her speed.