"I'll ask you one more time, " said twenty year old demigod Tristan Marais impatiently. "What information can you give me about the Pambihira?"
The dark haired beauty that sat before him pursed her lips. "As I've said before, there's a lot of info I could give you, but I won't."
"Dammit." Tristan slammed his hand down on the table. "Look, Lisa, I know for a fact that you don't agree with the Godlings. So just work with us, please. No one will be the wiser."
Lisa smiled sarcastically. "Except you, of course." She leaned forward, her dark eyes glittering suddenly. "How about an information exchange?"
"What did you have in mind?" Tristan examined her shrewdly, taking in everything. He would not let this safe full of secrets out of his grasp.
"In return for an answer to a single question, I will give you information."
"How much information?"
She smiled secretively. "That depends on your answer."
He sighed, letting his eyes slide momentarily to the tiny camera in the corner of the room through which his partner, Salisbury French, was watching. Her voice sounded tinny as it came through his earpiece. "Just do it. We don't have much choice."
"All right," Tristan relented, keeping the guarded tone out of his voice. "Ask away."
Lisa rose from her chair, her silver cuff chains snapping tight as she leaned towards him. "Tell me," she said quietly. "What is your personal opinion of Percy Jackson?"
Tristan reeled, startled. Dimly he could make out Sal's voice in his ear, yelling at him to keep his cool, not to give anything away. "Percy Jackson?"
The devilish girl grinned. "Yes. I assume you are familiar with him? After all, he was the leader of the Godlings before his untimely disappearance."
"Percy Jackson," Tristan replied through gritted teeth, "is a fool."
Her eyes widened with wonder. "Oh," she breathed. "So he's alive."
What happened next occurred too fast for Tristan to follow. Lisa pulled out of her handcuffs with startling ease and flipped the interrogation table. With the agility of a breath of wind she leapt over the table and pushed on the wall, which crumbled at her touch. With a sly and heart stopping smile she darted through the gaping hole and vanished into thin air.