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Annabeth

Annabeth Chase kicked her legs across the couch on her private jet casually, as if there wasn't a care in the world. Her tensed muscles relaxed after a long hard day of life. Yes, private jet, and it was technically hers. Her mother's at least. She's the one who bought the thing, but being her daughter it seemed fair to have the right to own it. She was supposed to be preparing, but being lazy she didn't feel like doing that at all. Her blonde curls that she was suppose to put up were still out loose, hitting the ground as she reclined her head back over the arm rest, viewing everything upside down. Whenever she had the chance, a break was always spectacular. Annabeth had quite a hectic life, but she would never take back a second of it.

Well, back to the jet. Why was she even on a jet? Let's just say Annabeth Chase has a mission to complete in a little over than an hour. Mission? Huh? Confusing, or so it seems, but you'll find out later.

"Incoming call." The robotic voice she was so familiar with rang from the watch on her wrist. Looked like a normal digital watch, but it was really a super mega computer that held all sorts of data and other things. Plus, you could project 3-D images from it, kind of like the Anglenator from the TV show, Bones. She's used it to build her own buildings, or play a game of Pac-Man over her head.

Annabeth grinned. It was one of those sounds she grew up with, so it kinda stuck on her like glue. She pressed the 'answer' button on the side, revealing a little hologram of her mother standing on her wrist. Captain Athena was standing regally, proud. Giggles were trying to escape from Annabeth's mouth. Annabeth couldn't take her seriously because she was about the size of a pear.

"Annabeth, really, again?" Her mother scolded. Just because she was a little hologram didn't mean she couldn't see her daughter.

"I'm really sorry, Captain," Annabeth replied, trying to contain her laughter but the curves of her lips were still twitching upwards giving herself away. "You're just so...cute." Her mother rolled her eyes. She cleared her throat, continuing on her message.

"Anyways, Night Owl, you are on your way to a dangerous mission."

"Aren't all my missions dangerous?" Annabeth sasses. Her mother rolled her eyes.

"Annabeth, you know I have to start with- you know what, never mind. You already know my whole introduction, no need to repeat myself. You're on your way to find Arachne, who's supposedly behind this spider-robot infestation situation." Ah yes, the one that was making a the headlines. Little, tiny robotic spiders had been crawling around towns stealing power sources. Phone lines have been shutting down, computers, all electricity. Luckily, it's only been hitting small towns so far.

"Of course it'd be her," Annabeth gritted her teeth. "But why did you have to choose me, Captain? I'm the one who's petrified of spiders."

"You must face your fears, Night Owl," Captain Athena lectured. "You're top-ranked, I can't be having you afraid of anything, now can I?"

"No, ma'am."

"Good. Besides, you know how to fight her. This should be the fourth time you go against her, you should be used her. Now, you have about a forty-five minute flight ahead of you. Her new lair is supposedly on an island nearby, so it'll be fine for your standards. You may watch television to pass the time. Good luck." And just like that, Athena vanished from her wrist. Annabeth sighed and turned on the TV.

Okay, you probably get the gist of it. Annabeth is a spy. "Yeah, sounds like a made of story but no it's not." She flips through various channels, stopping when she sees that the CW is playing a rerun of Supernatural. "I get it. You guys probably think this is all a fake, I'm not actually a spy, and yeah whatever. Trust me, this is one hard life. Get rid of those wishes you had when you were a little kid."

Annabeth gets up to fetch herself a bottle of water from the condiments pantry. "It's tough, especially when you're number one like me. You're expected to everything perfectly, and you can't have a single mess up," she takes a sip of water and raises an eyebrow in your general direction. "I'm the best, and I've always been the best. Not just because my mom's the Captain, of course, but I swear I do my best.

"A normal person would seriously never last a day in my shoes. You've got the school in the morning until the afternoon, then training for a good four hours, do your homework, train for at least another two hours, it sucks.

"I didn't ask for this life. Clearly, I was born into it. My mom's mom was a spy, then my mom got trained into it, it's like a family thing. Dad had a pretty big shock after he and my mom started dating for a while, but he settled in after a month or two." She recalls her father telling her stories of how he and her mom met. "Dad's part-time computer junkie, part-time historian. So his hands are pretty full as well.

"Half-Blood facilities is the only home I've ever known. I wasn't born there though, just at a local hospital. It's a huge part of my life, I never want to leave," Annabeth grabs the remote and turns up the volume. It's the rerun where Sam is stuck in a time loop. On that day, it was always a Tuesday for Sam. Well, at least every time Dean died. Could you believe he got poisoned by a taco?

"Y'know, I dislike relating myself I fictional characters, but sometimes I feel like the Winchesters. They were quote-on-quote born into the hunting job, like how I was born into being a spy. It wasn't exactly their choice. And you get sick of it sometimes. You're just tired. You're just tired of what you do and you just sort of start wishing for a normal life." Her vision drifted to the indigo sky, the clouds barely reflecting off color. Nightfall was coming faster than she thought. "But I don't regret it. Not any of it. Well, sometimes I do, but that's just sometimes."

Annabeth continued to watch television (she was already getting sick of hearing the song 'heat of the moment' over and over again) as Bill the pilot tells her it's almost time for drop off. Clicking off the TV, grabbing her backpack, then finally putting her hair up, she waits by the door for the signal to jump. She double checks her backpack for the parachute so she doesn't fall to her death.

"Ready, sweetheart?" Bill asks over the intercom.

"Ready! Opening the door, now!" With all her might, Annabeth pushed the door against the force of the powerful wind outside. A blast flew straight into her face, nearly blowing her back. She grabbed a hold of the sidebar glancing down below. It was at least an a thousand feet difference. She pulled up the attached ski mask to cover part of her face, then topped it off with a helmet.

"Island should be right below you! There's at least 15 mph of wind but you know how to calculate the degrees! Maybe just try to fly forty-five degrees east! That's all the advice I've got!" Bill shouted over the intercom.

"Got it! Jumping now! Copy?" Annabeth screamed into the speaker.

"Copy! Good luck, sweetheart!"

"Thanks! And don't call me 'sweetheart'!" She heard bill chuckle before jumping out.

Annabeth leaped out the plane, which would've been unfortunate if she didn't know what she was doing. All her life she loved areal work. Annabeth was always the one who the most time in the indoor sky diving machine in the facility anyways. The feeling of soaring though the sky, being weightless, the fierce wind brushing your cheeks until they're red, everything.

Nearing the island, she gave the string at her side a good tug, unloading a huge, gray parachute with an owl imprinted on it. Annabeth steadied herself. Pull left, right, slightly left, slightly right, repeat. She landed safely on shore.

Annabeth used her watch to detect any source of motion or presence around her. Nothing appeared to show up. She was ready to roll.

Slowly, making sure to take each step heel to toe. She found herself exhaling with every step she took. It was like a reassurance to her, she never knew why she did it. Creeping up towards the run-down building, Annabeth began to breath quieter. Oh, it wasn't the creepiness that was making her freak out, it was the fact she was about to face a giant spider-lady that was causing her to freak out. Old, about to crumble buildings are just dandy. Spiders? Nope.

Once inside, her breathing went down to a minimum. Steady silent breaths are the key. Her eyes scanned for any sign of traps that may be lurking around. She recalled that Arachne had the habit of leaving booby trap wires around her lair. Annabeth fell in the first time she encountered them, getting stuck in that stupid pit for a good half hour. After that incident, Annabeth promised she wouldn't do something so darn stupid again. She's gotten way too used to her tactics; almost memorized all of them. A gasp escaped her when she felt her foot get stuck to something similar to extra-sticky silly putty.

Okay, maybe not every tactic.

"You're kidding!" Annabeth struggled, attempting to lift it over and over. This was officially the most embarrassing moment of her entire career.

"'Fraid not, my dear." Arachne hissed above her. Annabeth's head whirled around until she saw Arachne hanging from the ceiling. Her beady, yellow eyes were bright as day in the darkness, a few of her robotic limbs held onto a pipe. She had a specific suit that turned her into a spider-creature whenever she wanted. It included web shooters, poison darts, and length changing legs. "After all this time using darts, knives, etc, I came up with a new strategy! Something so simple you would have never thought of it! And it worked!"

"So what is this, super glue?" Annabeth asked sarcastically.

"No, darling. My webs! I shot them all over the place myself! Extra sticky, aren't they?" Not to mention extra lame. The last thing Annabeth needed was to get stuck in some goop Arachne made herself from within her. Or the suit at least. Plus, this tactic was so lame. "Oh, that reminds me. Don't try the slipping off your boot tactic, I thought you might do that as well. Actually anybody would do that, now that I think of it." She thought aloud, tapping her chin.

"Wait, what-" out of nowhere, three strings of spider webs shot out, clinging tightly onto Annabeth's other free limb and her arms. However, thanks to her reflexes, Annabeth as able to stick her right arm behind her back. "Ugh, damn it!"

"So, feeling comfortable?" Arachne taunted. She came down from where she was hanging, and strode towards Annabeth. In the light, her hideous face became clear. The lack of meat on her cheeks, the sunken eyes, a sickly purple complexion, and how beat skinny she was, Arachne was a nightmare. She stuck a bony finger under Annabeth's chin, nearly digging her sharp nail into Annabeth's throat. "Tsk, tsk, such a shame. I always thought you were rather pretty. What a pity you have to die today..."

"W-what do you mean?" Annabeth stuttered, playing dumb. Asking these dumb questions bought her time, and she was cooking up a plan in her head. The reason for sticking her right arm back is because she has a small pocket knife hidden in a secret pocket. If she managed to get it, she could cut herself free on her left arm first, then use her normal knife. Smart thinking, no? And ever so simple. "I-I have to die? Tonight?"

"Why of course, dear! What other night would it be? I've got you right here, right now, what better time to kill you? Besides, when you are dead, I'll be able to use my newest machine on every city in the world!" Oh yeah, Arachne's some mechanical genius as well. Take note from the spider robots. Arachne strode to the other side of the room, disappearing into the darkness. Annabeth squinted, trying to get a glimpse of where she was going. A large flash of light illuminated everything, blinding her. She turned her head away, opening an eye to see what was happening. "Behold, my newest invention: Araneae 3000!" Arachne held her hands our proudly, revealing her newest killing machine. Annabeth took note of the shape, only to find it was just an enormous, robotic spider; similar to the smaller ones she made earlier in the month. "Quite a beauty, isn't she?" With a lame name. "Would you like to know what it does?" She went on before Annabeth could answer. "Now, as you might notice, this robot is very similar to the ones I made before."

You don't say, Annabeth grunted. She already tired of all her blabbing and wish she could punch her mouth shut. Annabeth opened her knife, beginning to cut away at the webs that bound her.

"You see, those petite ones were just testers, I had to know exactly how much energy they could harvest before creating the large one. I was genuinely surprised at how much they gathered! Feasting on electricity like pigs. With so much energy, I figured that would be enough to destroy every electrical resource on the entire planet, making my kingdom! Imagine: human slaves, bowing down to their one and only master! I will finally get everything I want! Don't you think that sounds, gosh, what is that phrase you children use now?" Arachne mumbled after her overly dramatic speech. No offense to her, but wasn't that the genuine plan of every evil mastermind? "Hip? I believe that's it. Doesn't my plan sound hip, dear sweet Night Owl?"

No, it does not sound 'hip', Annabeth wanted to say. Seriously, every villain just wanted the world. However, nobody wanted it more Arachne sighed, returning to the topic of her machine.

"There is also one more feature that I would like to share. It's a rather late addition, you see, so I'm not quite sure if it works or not. Now that I have a test subject, I can test to see if it'll really work." Arachne's fingers fumbled across several buttons. Annabeth's attention averted from her knife cutting, witnessing an intensely large ray gun emerge from the large spider's abdomen. Annabeth examined it. Judging by the way it's structured and the overall generic shape of it, she found it safe to say it was just a normal villain's ray gun. "Also, before the gears in your brain decides it's a normal ray gun, I would like to point out that it is not." Damnit.

"This is one of my own creations. There's no name yet, but I will think of something soon. It has three main functions: one to automatically kill someone and turn them to dust, turn a measly human into a spider servant, and one to just make them taste delicious after wrapping them up in an unbreakable cocoon." Arachne smiled in delight.

Annabeth wanted to smart-mouth her and say something clever, but she had a Percy moment and said, "Um, okay." Arachne scoffed.

"When did you turn stupid and unprofessional? Anyways, you may forget about me killing you. I've decided to just turn you into a spider-like me. So, let me just check the settings and get things going. Think about any last words you would like to say as a human!" Arachne turned her back, which was a big mistake.

Cutting faster than ever before, Annabeth was nearly freed from the webs on her wrist. Faster! Within another 30 seconds, her left arm was free. She quickly cut the rest of the webs with the her large dagger. She began cooking up a plan in her head. Annabeth leaped onto several boxes that stacked on her left, making her way up to the balcony. For safe measure, she climbed a rope to the walkway, where Arachne was hanging earlier, located near the roof. Her hands began to turn red and burn, but she kept going. Finally reaching the top, she silently hopped on.

From there, she moved around to find a clear shot. There, an absolute perfect window. Annabeth took out her gun, popping up the viewing scope. of course, she wasn't going to shoot Arachne; she was going to shoot the giant-robot-spider-thing. Cause a distraction and get down in time to tie her up, simple. Annabeth didn't believe in killing people, even if they were her biggest enemies. Sometimes she would shoot them if necessary, but it was never a fatal blow. She believed that everyone has a right to live, and a good solid lock-up would do them good. As always, they always managed to get out somehow and she'd just have to do it all over again. However, there was one person she never really got the courage to really harm, even if she wanted to: her worst enemy from Jupiter [Spy Center], another spy by the name of Shark Bait.

Jupiter isn't exactly filled with the best kind of people. Unlike Half-blood, Jupiter is cold-hearted and determined to destroy everything in their path to get what they wanted. Ruthless and prepared to do anything to take over the world. Isn't that so cliche? They just want all the villains in the world to team up with them so they can all achieve the same goal.

Annabeth peered into the viewing scope and decided to aim in three main places: the computer, the panel Arachne is busy typing on, and if she got lucky she could hit the hard drive right in the middle. The big, juicy heart was a definite target. Of course, being top of her class, Annabeth knew she could shoot it with ease. She got ready and took a deep breath.

Ready, aim, fire.

She shot the computer, making Arachne shriek in fear. The monster turned around, trying to find Annabeth but failed due to her bad vision. She averted her eyes to where Annabeth was tied up earlier, only to find a pile of broken rope and a pile of her webs. "Night Owl is supposed to be tied up!" She frantically searched the area surrounding her, giving Annabeth another chance to shoot the button panel. She fired, making the panel spark and burst into flames. "No!"

"Oh yeah!" Annabeth screamed from the balcony. She took a final shot at the small hard drive in the middle of the overly large spider automaton, making it sizzle in flames. Smoke began filling the room, giving Annabeth the perfect chance to sneak up behind Arachne. Arachne was busy coughing, swatting away any smoke near her. She cleared her throat before shouting, "Show yourself!"

"Gladly," Annabeth side kicked Arachne in the ribs, making an insanely loud 'FWAP!'. Arachne lost her balance but regained it quickly. Her super-spidey suit pulled out several ray guns on her arms and two more on her back. Annabeth smirked. She loved a challenge.

All four ray guns began shoot at our brave Night Owl rapidly creating bright beams of neon light. Of course she was shooting blindly thanks to the smoke, but that didn't stop her from shooting in a distinct order. She dodged all of them after memorizing the pattern. Up twice, left, bottom right three times, one from each gun. Annabeth was seriously gonna let out a huge yawn. To her, this was just child's play and she was waiting for the real challenges to begin.

"Is that all you've got?"

Arachne laughed heartlessly in the shadows. "Of course you know I'm full of surprises, dear." Right. Night Owl ducked from the punch thrown at her, the usual tactic Arachne used that she almost always seemed to forget. Automatically she ducked down and did a helicopter spin with her leg out, hoping to trip her. Her guess was right and Arachne fell to the ground, shooting Annabeth some more. Night Owl dodged them all, kicking Arachne in the face, and Arachne grabbed her by one of her ankles dragging her to the ground. Night Owl yelped and fell, taking out her knife to block two of Arachne's spider legs, then kicked her in the abdomen where she flew off of Annabeth. On the ground, Arachne attempted to stab Annabeth with her legs, but Annabeth quickly blocked them with her dagger, and Night Owl smacked her in the face with back of her blade, hard. While she was still woozy, it took one kick for Annabeth to get her to a lamp post, where she took off Arachne's spider-suit and handcuffed her arms behind the post. Arachne glared at her, her thin face bruised and bottom lip bleeding.

"I will get you one day, my dear," Her hallow eyes pierced into Annabeth's soul. Annabeth scoffed.

"Save it, Spider Lady," Annabeth called the cops using her wristwatch, and they promised to rush on over. Annabeth waited for their arrival while keeping a good eye on her enemy. Once they arrived, they thanked Annabeth for her good work and took Arachne away. Bill picked Annabeth up from the dock when the scene was over, taking her back home.

The first thing Annabeth did when she got back on the jet was face-plant onto the couch. She had taken off her mask and let her hair loose, so it was spilling all over the place. She was so tired she really didn't care. All her muscles were tight at the moment and she just wanted to sleep. Annabeth did a time check and saw it was only 9:30, and she normally slept at 10:30. She was craving an extra hour of sleep. She took out a thick blanket and a pillow from under the couch preparing for slumber till her phone began to vibrate in her backpack nearby. She let out a groan, searching for it. Annabeth answered tiredly, the sleep slipping into her voice. "Hello?"

"You sound tired, Wise Girl." The voice on the other side acknowledged. Annabeth rolled her eyes.

"That's because I am, stupid. I was just about to sleep."

"But it's only 9:30!"

"Doesn't mean I'm not tired," she protested. "What is it, Percy?"

"I was wondering if you could help me with a few math problems," Percy chuckled on the other side.

"Alright, but make it quick," Annabeth agreed. Percy quickly told her his troubles, and Annabeth helped him with ease. Once they were finished, Annabeth was so exhausted she could barely hold the phone in her hand. Percy took note of it quickly, hearing she was slipping away from their conversation.

"Go to sleep, Wise Girl. You sound like you're gonna crash any second," He laughed lightly. Annabeth smiled. She always thought Percy's laugh sounded nice.

"'Kay," she mumbled back. She brushed her hand over her face and pinched a cheek. "Night, Seaweed Brain."

"Night, Wise Girl." And Percy hung up. Annabeth closed her eyes and let her exhaustion take over.

Finally, it's up! This took so much longer than I intended. I hope you liked it though!

As for the usual spiel, this year I am crazy busy. I'm not sure how often I can update, but I'll try to update whenever I can. Can't wait to keep this going! I take requests as well as filler chapters(:

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