Artemis looked through the file cabinet.

"1…2…3…4…" she muttered. Where on earth could the stupid file be? Immortal goddesses have paperwork too, especially ones who have groups of huntresses to keep track of. The least the Olympians could do is keep Apollo out of here.

"8…9…10…11…" Artemis continued to count. "Finally!" she exclaimed. Here it was; the 12th Branch's records.

Branch Twelve

On the evening of December Twelfth, 1777, Lucille Andrews was admitted to the newly established branch, at the age of 14, Becoming the first American Demigod to do so…

Artemis continued reading, there was something strange going on. Usually, the papers auto-updated things such as the Huntresses and what monsters they had killed, but the rest of the file contained blank pages.

There was nothing dated past March 1st, 2033. Artemis, for the first time since the Colorado incident, had lost her Hunters.

"Gee, thanks all-knowing-scroll-thingy, you really were helpful." That Jackson bo-man was going to kill her. Losing his daughter a day after she signed up? Nice move, Artemis.

She had to find them, some of them were no older than 10, others were nearly defenseless mortals. Well, immortals. She also didn't want the Jacksons as enemies. That would suck. Also, Poseidon and Athena were nothing to laugh at, but they'd never quit arguing long enough to notice.

Artemis hastily put the files back, opened the tent, and almost ran smack into Thalia Grace.

"Oh! Lady Artemis, are you okay?" Thalia asked. Artemis's lieutenant had fallen backward in the snow from surprise. She looked the same as always, but she had let her hair grow out, it was short in the back, but came down to her shoulders in the front.

"No, Thalia, I'm fine." Artemis replied. "Why were you outside of my tent?"

Thalia made a big show of slowly getting up and brushing of her pants before she answered.

"It's just… Esme's sick, she can't go on that Gorgon quest like you asked."

"Oh." Artemis was surprised; Esme was a daughter of her idiotic brother, Apollo. Could she even get sick? Let alone stay that way? "Uh… send Annabell."

"Annie's on that independent quest to make up for pranking Tasha, milady."

"Tasha, then."

'She can't move her legs, remember? They're still tied up."

"Sybil?"

"She left for the 3rd branch yesterday."

"Beatrice?"

"Still in recovery."

"Miranda?"

"Also in recovery, damn that Manticore."

"Andy?"

"Andy is still missing… Milady, are you all right?"