Disclaimer: This applies to all future chapters as well as this one. I do not own Percy Jackson or Heroes of Olympus. If I did, I wouldn't be here.

Chapter One

The year was 1939 and Annabeth hated it. Only a year ago the Nazis had occupied Austria. What rubbed salt in the wound was that many of the Austrians had given in without a fight. Many Austrians believed that they were Germans at heart and it disgusted her. How could you be German if you were born in Austria? How could you support the Germans when they march into your home and demand your allegiance to a mad man?

She had seen many families leave, the von Trap's being one of the closer ones to her family. Quite surprising though. The Chases were large Nazi supporters and Annabeth despised it. Apparently, her mother did too because she left 10 years ago. According to her father, she left 2 months after her father openly supported the National Socialist German Workers' Party, in other words, the Nazis. She was seven then and she couldn't understand why her mother was leaving. After that, she hated her father. A year later, he remarried and now Annabeth had 2 eight year old twin brothers who, though born from another mother, she dearly loved. In fact, they were the only reason she hadn't left years ago. At 9, she thought about running away but when she saw her brothers, she knew she couldn't leave them alone to be raised Nazi supporters.

Yet here she was, hiding in a ditch, mask pulled up to cover her mouth and nose, her blonde hair tucked back into her hood in a ponytail. Rifle in hand, she kneeled in the shadows and watched as the troops went by.

The men marched by in synchronized formation, identical in beat as they made their way up the streets. On their black sleeves they bore the red spiral, the insignia of the Nazis. Then came the leading officer and Annabeth struggled not to pull the trigger. His name was General Jason Grace. For the time being, as a low-ranking general, he was based in Austria to quell any resistance. Annabeth longed to put a bullet in his head but restrained herself, death now wouldn't benefit her cause.

Soon, the troops had passed and all that was left were the supply trucks. She knew what the metal vehicles contained. Food and water in the first truck, dynamite, gunpowder, weapons in the second. There was skirmish with Eastern Resistance that the troops were headed to. The town a few miles east was very anti-Nazi and it was obvious that Grace was being sent to stomp it out. People lingered on the streets, watching the troops walk by though night was falling. As the street quieted, Annabeth let out a short 3 note whistle. It was whistled back and she grinned. Immediately, she took off down the alley she was in and slung the rifle over her shoulder. Jumping up on a storm drain, she climbed the pipe, using the occasional window ledge as extra support as she climbed her way to the top of the building.

Finally, she reached the top and stood proudly on the roof, brushing off the dirt on her hands. She turned her head to the left. Across the street, a figure waved and Annabeth waved back. Together, they took off running across the rooftops, silent gymnasts in the twilight.

Simultaneously jumping across alleys and chimneys, the two followed the troops to the end of the town, using phone lines and clothes lines as tight-ropes. Who would have thought that sweet little Annabeth would be leaping across rooftops with a rifle strapped to her back? Annabeth smiled and the cool breeze it her as they neared the town border where thin lines of black troops marched up the dirt road to the town 3 miles away. On either side of the road were trees and on one side a bank that led down to the river. Annabeth quickened her pace and reached the last building, climbing down the window ledges to ground as her partner did the same. Quickly, before anyone could see them, they ducked into the trees.

Annabeth was ready for this. Her partner and her had practiced and gone over the plan multiple times. But that didn't make her any less nervous.

With agility and speed, Annabeth made her way through the trees. An old bridge crossed a river about 2 miles ahead and soon it would only be the truck crossing it. She hurried to catch up with the vehicle and grinned as she saw the last troops cross the bridge. The first truck slowed as it approached the bridge and her grey eyes watched as it rolled slowly over the wood. The second truck came to a halt as it waited for the truck to cross the aged bridge. The black lines of troops grew smaller as they marched and Annabeth licked her teeth in anticipation. She drew closer to the truck, hidden in the trees and glanced back at the road behind her. There were five guards, all bearing the red swastika.

A faint rustling in the bushes alerted her to the arrival of her comrades. Three black figures emerged out of the trees, behind the guards. All word hoods so as not to be identified and silently crept up behind the guards. Three others emerged from the trees on the other side and did the same. With swift, silent thrusts from the butts of their rifles, the guards were out. Her comrades dragged the guards silently off the road, one man wiping away the drag marks with a branch.

5 down, 10 to go, she thought.

Intelligence had relayed information to her squad. They knew this transport and march would be here today and they knew exactly how many people were in the trucks. Intelligence knew a lot, after all, it held some of the most connected and clever people against the Nazis. As the six men who had taken out the guards watched their prisoners, prepared to knock them out, or if need be, kill them should they stir. Meanwhile, on either side of the road, she and her partner had another man on either side.

She whistled a series of bird chirps and suddenly, the two drivers in the second drunk slumped forward. Why? The bullet hole on each window would explain. Annabeth's partner as well as the two accompanying two men crept toward the back of the truck. She heard a knock on the metal doors of truck and men speaking in German. The doors swung open and there was immediate gunfire. Her eyes darted to the rear of the truck and saw all three of her comrades step into the truck. Obviously the Nazis inside were dead. Unfortunately, the gunfire had alerted the first truck and guard stepped out. Annabeth's eyes widened and she quickly swung her rifle down from her shoulder and shot the guard. As soon as the man fell she knew the she needed to act quickly. Especially since the driver was aiming a gun at her.

She let a loud, clear whistle and she knew that on the bank on the other side of the road, a man was moving towards the bridge, stealthily sneaking under the truck. A moment later, an explosion rocked the first truck, the vehicle bursting into flames. Then a ball was thrown into the air and soon the bridge was no more. The old wood blew into millions of splinters and the remains of the truck fell the 20 feet to the river. Meanwhile, across the river about a half mile away, the German troops had turned and were running toward them. Annabeth smirked and she ran back to the second truck where her comrades were hauling out guns, sacks of gunpowder, and grenades. All the former weapons going with the troops to the nearby town.

Picking up a few guns and grenades, Annabeth hurried out of the truck and once the squad could carry no more, she bit the safety pin on a grenade and tossed into the truck.

"Good bye weapons," she said with a smirk.

"Annabeth!" she heard someone say.

She turned to the source of the voice and saw the six comrades who had taken out the Nazi guards. "Should we bring them?"

Annabeth handed her weapons to one of the six and inspected the unconscious guards. All of them looked like regular guards, except one. This one looked like the officer. She could tell by the multiple medals he wore. He was interesting, though unconscious. He didn't look like a regular Nazi. His hair wasn't the common blonde, crisp, military cut. Instead it was messy, black, and longer than the usual cut. She held back a snort as she noticed the slight drool on the corner of his lips. She wondered how he had become an officer with such non-uniform characteristics. She shook her head. Her squad was watching her, as was her partner and she gave a curt order, pointing to the strange officer, "Bring him. Leave the others on the side of the road near the tree line."

The men obeyed and after the orders were carried out, they ducked back into the trees, making their way through the underbrush back to the town. It was dangerous on the roads at night, especially when you're a rebel in a Nazi world.

Author's Note: So this an introduction to the story. As you can see Annabeth's a rebel. I got a lot of requests to write this so...Thanks for reading this and please review! Is it good, bad, needs improvement? You tell me!