Rated T for minor language.

Characters may or may not be out of character since it's an AU.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians and its characters as it belongs to its rightful owner(s).

Annabeth's Point of View

I walked away from Darkhill Alley after I dropped off the dough my team collected this week. I hated going there, especially since two street lights went out a few months ago. My friends weren't bothered by the increased darkness, in fact, they enjoyed it, but I had always preferred light for some reason. The colour black was threatening.

Turning around a street corner, the full brightness of New York hit me. I liked the city. I could walk around and no one would suspect I was anything out of the ordinary, unlike if I hung around in an abandoned house or a deserted street. There were tons of drunken freaks at night and huge gleaming advertisements that mostly got the attention.

"Hey watch it!" I said as a middle aged man hurried past me. What an idiot, didn't he know he shouldn't be running in a crowded sidewalk? I wanted to continue cursing at him but I had already arrived at my Starbucks destination. People say I was short-tempered. I didn't get that. Maybe if others just respected me, I wouldn't have to scream at them all the time.

I bought a coffee and sat in the back corner of the Starbucks, near the bathrooms. Thalia should arrive any time now. I looked at my watch and I was a few minutes early. The watch was old, it belonged to my father. He was probably somewhere doing his job as a dead person. He died in the hands of an intelligence agency, at least that was what Ryan told me. I thought that was his real name until I eavesdropped into a conversation a couple years ago to learn that it wasn't, and nobody knew what it was either. He raised me since daddy was gone and mommy dead of some illness. He was like a fatherly figure to me, but I couldn't fully see him that way. He always emphasised to never be close to anyone but myself as no one could be trusted, which meant I couldn't grow attached to even him for long. Ryan used to say nothing was fair in life, just like how my parents ditched me, and sometimes to get ahead of the game, you had to be bad. Selling products and stealing were the abilities he taught me, and he taught them well. I was the best thief in the team, but I had to be once I was the boss. And I only became that because Ryan disappeared, kidnapped or something, it was five years ago. I quickly got over it since grieving and crying were symbols of weakness. He left me his apartment and properties though, so that was nice of him.

I noticed Thalia waiting in line for a beverage, her eyes scanning the room. I waited until she bought her drink when I waved her over.

"It's winter Thalia," I said, "not an ideal time to wear shorts."

She sat down, "I wear what I want to wear dear Annabeth, leave me alone, and it's almost spring anyway. Why did you pick this table? I don't want to drink my latte when I know a table away is the place where people relieve themselves."

"Because no one comes here so we can talk in peace," I said sipping my coffee. "What's up?"

"Nothing much," she replied. "I have my eye on some nice expensive cars."

"Need any help choosing which one to steal?"

Percy's Point of View

I stalked my target the entire day. I guess this was her day off because she didn't try to sell anything. This Thalia Grace just entered a coffee shop. I waited a few moments to see if she was having her drink to go, but she stayed.

I slammed my car door shut. I was dressed like a gang member who didn't want to look like a gang member. I wore a grey cotton shirt with jeans and a black leather jacket. They looked like what my regular self would wear except I had a piercing in my left ear and an expensive air-bush tattoo of a dragon that was covered by my outfit but its tail still littered on my neck.

While waiting in line, I spotted Thalia deep in conversation with another person. Speaking directly to them would make me suspicious and creepy. I needed an entrance, something casual would do. I bought my grande coffee and pretended to go towards the table beside them. I took the cap off of my cup to cool it and tripped over the leg of a chair which allowed my coffee to spill on Thalia's friend.

"You bastard!" she started cursing at me with colourful words while pulling her shirt from her body. I aimed perfectly, the side of her blouse and pants were totally soaked with hot coffee.

Thalia laughed at first then she said, "Calm down Annabeth, I'm sure his parents are perfectly fine."

"Oops, I am so sorry," I apologized. "I'll pay for your dry-cleanings, I swear. I am so, so sorry."

Annabeth, as Thalia called her, stopped yelling. Eveybody was staring at us now. Mothers and fathers blocked their children's ears and headed out the exit. One of the employees started walking towards us, but before she said anything Annabeth smashed her fist in my stomach. I doubled over, it blew the air out of my lungs, but I was fine. Honestly, she didn't have a good enough punch to hurt me. She looked dissatisfied, though. I thought she was going to hit me again, instead she gathered her coat, and people got out of her way, and stormed out.

I turned to Thalia.

"I'll give you my card. My number's on it. Just tell me the bill and I'll send you a check or something," I said as I grabbed her wrist before she could take off. She smirked when I handed it and she took it gladly and left.

The card read Percy Masters, head teller of Flinton Banks, my phone number and my email. I made it myself. After they were printed, they looked surprisingly professional. Nobody took them, which was why I had so many to spare.

But, in fact, my name was Percy Jackson, a special agent in charge of the FBI and I was currently undercover to bust a crime group.

It's short, but chapters would be varying in length.

By the way, Flinton Banks is something I made up. If it's real, then... I don't know.

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