Legend Warriors Excerpt

Hello, I am about to post a copy of my book, an allegory that I have worked on for about three years, one that started out as a simple fanfiction.
I am only putting in the prologue as the rest of the story is roughly 40 pages long.
With out further ado:

Property of Justin L. Dew 06/25/2008 8:42 Pm
Legend Warriors 1:
Quest for the Pendants
By J.L. Dew

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New Hope Art and History Museum
New Hope California
05:15hrs PSET
Prologue
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A girl slipped silently down the halls of the museum.
She was wearing a black body suit, a black motorcycle helmet and a matching utility belt.
She was looking for something, a pendant in the shape of a tear drop.
Why her contract wanted a tear drop shaped pendant she would never know.
“Oh well”, she thought. “A contract is a contract.”
Her brother was waiting outside in their van.
He was sixteen and she was fifteen.
They were cat burglars/assassins.
Yes, it was an odd occupation to be sure, but it ran in the family.
Ever since their great, great, five times great grandparents, Ninjas in Feudal Japan hired to assassinate the emperor’s son, failed their mission and fled for England, Where they trained in every form of Eurasian combat and formed a very exclusive and expensive blades or guns for hire company.
Then they expanded into America and eventually became one of the wealthiest crime families in the world, and one day about three years ago, their parents and grandparents were flying home from New York when their private jet blew up.
The public story was that the jet fuel spontaneously combusted and vaporized the jet.
The true story however was that the plane was hit by a RPG, which is a rocket propelled grenade. The Dunbars were assassinated by one of their various rivals.
Instantly Ryan and Eliza were orphaned and sent to live with an uncle to complete their training. (Where they learned ten forms of martial arts, trained in twenty types of weapons, did normal school, learned survival skills, computer hacking skills and basic first aid.)
About a year later Ryan completed his training and became head of the family. (Due to the fact that his father had been the eldest son in the family.)
A year after that Eliza completed her training at the age of 14.
Fast-forward to six months later when they discovered that their parents where killed by the very uncle that raised them.
They fled from the Dunbar Family Mansion and have lived on the run ever since.
Luckily, they escaped with enough to buy a fully armored private jet and an armored van with surveillance equipment.
They then created their own business with one mission in mind, to kill their uncle and exact revenge for their parent’s deaths.
Then about five months later, they got a contract, with a payoff of over ten million dollars, to retrieve a pendant with a tear drop on at the New Hope Museum of Art and History.
A month later and here they are.
Eliza spoke into her helmet’s intercom
“Bro are you sure you disabled the security system?”
She asked her brother worriedly.
“Yes, for the twentieth time I’m positive.” Ryan.
“Believe me that firewall was a pain in the rear to get past.”
“Fine, its just I’m a little nervous.” Eliza replied.
“Don’t worry, I was a little nervous on my first job too, it’s natural.” Her big brother stated.
“Besides I was only halfway done with done with my training, you’ll be fine just relax.
“Also no pressure but you have fifteen minutes until the security override I used digitally dissolves and the museum is covered in lasers and the pressure pads reactivate.
Not to mention the lasers are also invisible to even infrared viewing and the pressure pads are randomly relocated every fifteen minutes, and they have the new laser that cuts whatever breaks its beam.”
“Oh joy.” Eliza said with a bite of sarcasm.
“Bro, why couldn’t you do this job?” She asked curiously.
“Because you need the experience, that’s why.” He said with the brotherly wisdom of the ages.
“You think I’m going to take on Uncle Matthew by myself? I think not sis!”
“Fine I suppose you’re right.” She admitted
By now, she had reached the room where the pendant was.
It was stored inside a glass case, on a bed of blue velvet.
“Bro, real quick, are you sure this isn’t booby trapped?” Eliza asked.
“Positive, I know this security system like the back
of my hand.
“It is called The IronFast 5000, top of the line, foolproof or almost foolproof. No extra traps just overall security.” Ryan stated.
“Ok if you insist, but can you do a scan real quick? Just to be on the safe side, no pun intended.”
Eliza asked.
“Fine, scanning now, nope, nothing, zilch, nata, just cut the glass. Ten minutes is all you got.”
Ryan said impatiently.
“Fine here goes nothing.” Eliza remarked as she got the laser glasscutter out of her utility belt and began cutting a circle out of the case.
The second the glass fell into the case she put the laser cutter back in its place, grabbed a three-inch long clear canister off her belt and put the pendant in it, then she put the canister back on its clip.
Suddenly her helmet’s intercom burst to life with Ryan’s voice.
“Sis get out of there!” He yelled.
“Something activated the system! You’ve got five minutes before the police show up!”
“Ry, get out of here I can take care of myself! Go!” Eliza replied
“But sis, what about you?” Her big brother asked worriedly.
“I can hide better than you can in the van! Go!”
“Sis,” Ryan started. However, Eliza cut him off.
“No, Sis about it. I’m a smaller target I’m quicker and I can hide in places the van can’t. End of discussion.”
Then she said into her helmet
“Deactivate intercom, activate homing beacon, set suits stunning power to maximum, bring police communication scanner online.
Suddenly a black mist appeared beside her, the mist formed into a woman, she had on a black thing that looked like a long sleeved robe, except it was much more modest than a robe.
She had green eyes and red hair.
“Hurry! Grab my hand!” The woman told a now somewhat confused Eliza.
“Who the heck are you?” Eliza asked.
“And why the heck do you think I’m going to grab your hand?”
“My name is Morgan Le Fey,” said the woman
“I’m a friend and I’m trying to help you get out of this predicament you’ve got yourself into.”
The woman’s voice was as sweet and tempting as honey.
“What about my brother?” Eliza asked.
“I’ve sent someone to retrieve him, don’t worry he’s fine. So are you coming or not?
“Fine, One second though.” Eliza stated finally giving in to the woman’s request.
“First I need this.” The woman said as she took the canister off Eliza’s belt. Then she pulled what looked like a chopstick out of her robe and said two words.
“Tropelet Krad!” The she put her hand on Eliza and they both disappeared in a puff of black smoke.