It's Okay! You got this man! Just like we practiced. I kept repeating that mantra in my head. I risked a glance behind me a man in tinted ski goggles and a black ski helmet was breathing rhythmically. He then thumbed off the safety on his KRISS VECTOR SMG. Damn! He is waaaaay too calm in a situation like this. Something was going on in the office building as I hear the crowd of reporters and onlookers gasp and started exchanging worried glances. The CNN reporter was now speaking dramatically into the camera. That was when I heard a short burst of static come over the radio. I thumbed off the safety on my KRISS the gun feeling much heavier now then before. I was sweating like crazy and took off my gloves to wipe my wet palms on my pants. I looked forward past the crowd and saw six shapes dressed all in black wearing the exact same outfit as I am. Tinted ski goggles, black ski helmet, black shirt, black pants, bulletproof vest, boots, and sub machineguns. Then came two shorts bursts of static. I took a deep breath and rushed up next to the modern glass door. You got this! I thought as I braced myself against the cold marble walls next to the door. I booted up my holographic sights and peeked through the sights checking that they still worked, they did. A bit too late now! God, he was so dumb sometimes. A crackle came into his earpiece and then a voice said, "The whole world is watching, good luck." Good Luck!? I need more than just 'good luck' and seriously? Way to put a lot more pressure on us! He looked up at the man in front of him and raised a gloved hand. He spread his fingers and folded them by the second until they turned into a fist, then he took the first step out and raised his gun as the rest of the team followed him.
WHY IN HADES DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME!? I, Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, am going to get killed by terrorists. She felt extreme pity for herself, there was nothing she could do about it. She survived hundreds of monster attacks, bared the weight of the sky, stood face to face then defeating the Titan lord, and now would suffer in the hands of lunatics with guns! It's funny how the Fates are always messing up your life. Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt hard cold metal jabbing into her ribs. She didn't need any more encouragement as she lay down onto the cold marbled floor. Twice, she thought of ramming her dagger into one of the terrorists. No that wouldn't work you dumbass! You'll just get shot up into little bitty pieces! Gods! I thought I was THE WiseGirl! Plus it wouldn't do anything to them, stupid celestial bronze! She then muttered out a few Greek cruse words and felt the gun poking at her again, but this time at her head. "Shut Up! Don't talk if you want to live!" She zipped her mouth. What happened to the wonderful visit to oversee the reconstruction of Olympus? Annabeth shrugged the thought off not happening any time soon! Then her eyes were blinded by light bright enough to have been a God teleporting into the main lobby of the Empire State Building. She knew that wasn't the case as her ears were still ringing from the sudden explosions of light and sound that came from the entrance. She saw a dozen of black figures shaped like insects flooding into the lobby, fire spitting out of their guns. Suddenly a hand grabbed her from behind and once again felt the hard metal against her skull. She couldn't handle her emotions anymore as tears streaked down her cheeks. Her head was yanked back and the man carried her by her ponytail until she was standing up, a human shield. Annabeth let her tears flow and her mind was back at Camp Half-Blood and in the arms of Percy Jackson. I braced myself for the inevitable.
I tossed the flashbang into the lobby as soon as I rounded the corner. My tinted ski goggles protected my eyes from the blinding flash that erupted from the grenade. My ears however was a different story as my ears felt like somebody used a cymbal next to it. The second the grenade erupted into its white fury my worries went with it and time slowed down. I fired two shots into the first bad guy's skull and turned to fire at a guy who was still standing there shocked from the concussion oblivious of his demise. I heard other gunshots in the lobby and thanked the Lord when it was only the high pitched staccato sound from his team's SMGs. Before he knew it the lobby was quiet again and he was standing face to face with a masked man holding a blonde girl at gunpoint. I felt the pressure in the room change as I struggled to keep the sights on the terrorist. He kept on trying to keep his head behind the teen's head. I felt my right index finger gently pushing against the trigger, then I felt the recoil from my gun as two shots went straight through the area between the terrorist's eyes and his head blew up into dozens of different pieces. I stood there panting then lowered my gun Lay in pieces! Haha, thank God that was over! I felt a hand on my shoulder and got a "Good Job" from the team leader. I unbuttoned my helmet and pulled off my goggles as I let my black hair breathe a little and whipped the sweat off of my face. I placed the helmet under my arms and walked towards the girl sitting down next to the corpse of the terrorist blood spattered all over her face and neck. She was dazed and her eyes were red from crying, she trembled as I lifted her up. "Medic!" I yelled at the mass of emergency crew staged at the door, signaling the area was clear and the paramedics could enter. I tugged a handkerchief out of my pocket and tried to wipe most of the gore off her face. What happened next totally caught me off guard as she crashed into his chest, well body armor, and sobbed. I wasn't trained to handle stuff like this! I let my gun hang onto my side attached to a clip and pulled her in for a hug. I took off my gloves and stroked her hair telling her everything was all right and that it was over. After five minutes she finally let the paramedic look her over for any injuries. I turned around and started to leave, but she grabbed onto my hand and said, "Aren't you even going to tell me who you are? My name is Annabeth Chase by the way." I was shocked that she was this calm after a hostage situation. I looked at her and for the first time noticed her startling grey eyes. "Nice to meet you Annabeth." I smiled, "Sorry we couldn't have met under better circumstances. My name's Tim." I kneeled and looked her in the eye "I have a feeling that I'll see you soon. Take care Ok?" She blushed and smiled. Girls… I turned for the door and pulled up my balaclava lest any of those pesky reporters get a glimpse of my face. I walked to where the rest of the team was congregated and braced myself for a round of high fives.