Disclaimer: I don't own the PJO series; it belongs to Rick Riordan. I only own Zeta, Mariah, Art, and one of the small figures, and all the phoenixes'.

A dark figure sat on the hard wooden chair, its' right began to shake. It was nervous and afraid; it couldn't believe what would soon transpire in a few short minutes. It turned his head to the left of him; five small figures lay upon the cold stoned ground. They were sound asleep, all huddled up together to keep each other warm from the cold that were coming through from the cracks in the stoned walls. As it stared at the small figures, he didn't hear nor see another dark figure emerge from the shadowy doorway. The figure came behind the one that was sitting and yanked its' hood down with so much force that it felled onto the ground. The figure that was now on the ground was a male with pearly white skin, his uncombed ashen brown hair gotten into his face. His cold dark brown eyes glared up at the chuckling figure that stood above him.

He pushed himself of the ground and dusted off the back of his black cloak. "Did you really have to do that?" He growled, picking up the chair before he sat back down.

"Of course I had to do it," a feminine voice told him, before she pulled back her hood gently. Even though the room was barely lit, her golden brown skin seems to glow. "If you were not looking at those little rugrats you would have noticed me entering." She cocked her head ever so slightly to the side; her slate gray eyes met his dark browns; an amused smiled played across her scarlet colored lips. "I didn't peg you as man who would want to have children."

"I don't want to have any children; I was just making sure they were still asleep, I don't want to hear all their whining."

"Whatever you say; are you ready to go? The boat should already be here by now."

"Do you really want to do this Zeta? You do know that they will find us, and they will; they are not going to stop searching for their children. They are not going to kill us quickly; they are going to torture us until we go psychotic and our bodies go weak before they do decide to kill us."

Zeta let out a soft sigh, her right hand ran through his soft hair. "It's too late to back out now Art; we already kidnapped the kids; we can't turn back now."

"You mean I kidnapped the kids, you did nothing."

"You told me not go with you that you can handle."

"Do not tell me what I said Zeta, I know what I said. You are acting like I am mad at you that you didn't help me when it's not even like that." Art sighed. "Leave Zeta, they will do nothing to you, I can do th-"

Zeta snorted, she grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked it back hard, Art cried out in pain. Zeta pressed her lips to his, she licked his bottom lip, wanting him to open his mouth, and he did. Her tongue slide into his mouth; their tongues meet and clashed like waves meeting a rock. Art didn't want it to stop, Zeta on the other hand pulled away. Art groaned which made Zeta laugh; looking into his eyes, she whispered, "I'm not leaving you Art, you need to get that through your thick skull, we are in this together, deal with it."

"I don't want anything to happen to you Zeta. Can't a man worry about the safety of his wife for once?"

She rolled her eyes and let go of his hair, "I never said not to worry about me; I'm telling you that you are not doing this alone."

"I have a bad feeling about this Zeta; we can leave right now and just send them a message or something letting them know where to find their kids. I feel like this is a set-up, like he wants us to fail and die."

"You don't know that for sure Art; you're just paranoid that's all, the feeling will go away once we are in the sea."

"I doubt it go away," he grumbled. "Your father is setting us up to fail, ever since we blew that last mission he's been out for our blood."

"Don't talk that way about my father Art; he's not out for our blood."

"He's sent us on this crazy mission knowing that we will die before we even get to him. What we are doing is practically suicide Zeta and you know it. Stop trying to protect your father, face it, he doesn't give an actual fuck about you since what happen two years ago. Nothing we do will ever change how he feels about you or me; he wants us dead."

Zeta glared at her husband, she couldn't believe he actually said that to her, he never spoke to her like this. He knew nothing about her father; her father would never want her dead, she's his only daughter. Granted she was never his only daughter, she did have a younger sister, but she died two years ago when she tagged along with Art and her for a mission. They were in the Amazon jungle in South America; they were walking along on a narrowed cliff. Art was leading, Mariah was in the middle and Zeta was in the back. As they finally got to the top of the mountain they stop to rest; Art and Zeta was on the ground, with Art's head in Zeta's lap. Mariah had gone to the edge, Zeta told her to come back before she falls, but Mariah wasn't listening to her.

Mariah leaned too far ahead, Zeta yelled to Mariah to come back, but she didn't listen. Zeta pushed Art off of her, as she sat up from her seat there was a deep growl that was coming from the trail they just came up from on the left. All three of their heads snapped to the left, and they all yelled when the saw four jaguars.

Zeta shakes her head, not wanting to relive the day her sister had died on top of the mountain. It was hers' or Arts' fault that Mariah didn't make it, she should have had listen to her, but she was so damn stubborn like their father.

"If you don't want to do this, then don't, but I Am." Zeta marched away from Art. She heard him mumbled fine; she couldn't help but smile, knowing he wouldn't let her do it alone.

Zeta opened the barred door softly, not wanting to wake them up. She walked inside the cage and moved to the left so Art could come in. She grabbed the two that were closets' to her, Art too picked up two. As they exited out of the room, they traveled down the short dark tunnel. They exited out of a stoned arch way that overlooked the inked black sea; they shuffled along fastly to the end of the dock where a large black boat sat. They boarded the boat and went below deck and placed the kids inside a medium sized closet.

"I'm going to get the last one, shackle these ones up," Art whispered in Zeta's ear.

An hour later they were out at sea; both Art and Zeta was out on the bow looking at the churning black waters. The sky was still dark, the stars still in sky, everything and everyone was still asleep besides them. Art felt the need to look to the right of him and he was glad he did. He saw a torso and head of what was a male looking at the boat with a frown upon his face. The man looked at Art before he plunged back into the sea.

"Shit," Art said.

"What's wrong?"

"I think I just saw a man-"

"Babe I think you are seeing things, there's nothing out there, and it's just us. Come on lets' get some rest."

"You're right, I'm probably just tired."

As they went to bed, the male who was spying on the boat alerted the five frantic parents that he found their children out in the Atlantic Ocean. Upon hearing the news of where their missing kids were at they immediately flew there. Two females and a male went below deck and retrieved children, they sighed in relief to see that they were not harm and that they slept through it all. The one that possess fire lit the boat on fire; he grabbed his child from the woman with the black hair. The parents departed with their children, hearing the yells from the couples behind them.