It was a dull, dreary day in New York. It was raining and cold. But none of those things affected me in the back row of my black limousine. As we exited the city and entered the warehouse district, I noticed a sign by the Titans that this was their territory. Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Percy Jackson, billion-heir to the Poseidon Water Corporation. I am a part-time surfer, part-time swimmer, and full-time player. At least, that is what the public sees. What am I really? I am a spy with enough gadgets to make James Bond jealous, a fighter with enough expertise to make the Navy SEALS jealous, and a Captain in the Olympus Mafia. As you can probably see, I make a lot of notable people/organizations jealous. The Olympus Mafia was made of twelve genetically enhanced humans. There are the 'Big Three' who are the founders and collective, hmmm, leaders. They are; Poseidon who is my father, Zeus my uncle and President of Zeus Air Global, and Hades my other uncle and the one guy who came up with an original company name, Underworld Jewels. There is Hephaestus; our weapons designer, Ares; our main enforcer, Apollo; who created the Olympian Formula and is also a solitary sniper, Artemis; twin of Apollo and she leads her own elite sniper squad called the Hunters, Dionysus; our signature drug maker who also makes our signature drug called Spots, Aphrodite; our main diplomat and suit maker, Hera; the only Olympian who isn't involved in any illicit activities, Athena; our main strategist and rival to my father, and Hermes; who deals with Flash, a performance-enhancing drug. Anyways what was a gorgeous guy in his late twenties doing in a dump of metal warehouses? Well, I was going to discuss with our, heh, underworld counterpart the prices of producing cocaine. Prices were rising and so was the conscience of my mother with drug dealing. As Delphin, my father's right hand man and chauffeur pulled into the abandoned parking lot, my soldier's sense was buzzing at the back of my head. Something was wrong. I looked around, and then finally found some proof of my paranoia. I shoved Delphin down as soon as the first bullets came. Delphin opened up the door for me and I literally dived into the limo. He quickly got in as well. The bullets ricocheted and sparked off the bulletproof car. The tires were screeching as we did a one hundred and eighty degree turn. Then we sped off at a speed that most Formula One drivers would be jealous of. As I said, I make a lot of people jealous.