Takes place after The Last Olympian. About a year or so afterwards.

Better Summary: Percy has always relied on his battle skills to survive. Now he'll need more than that to be victorious against his newest enemy: The American Government. A traitor demigod and a hidden god will do whatever it takes to reveal the secret of Camp Halfblood. Can Percy defend his camp when he's up against the very country it sits on? With more twists than a New York alley SpearHead will force Percy to think before action, as he plays a very dangerous game of chess with a young genius demigod.

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Chapter 1: Conference Call

Nine men and four women were situated around a fairly large conference table, in a dimly lit, temperature controlled office room in the south side of Los Angeles. These men and women held some of the highest, most respected positions in the American government, yet, to the known public, they don't exist. The thirteen government officials in crisp suits, each specializing a top-ranked specialized agent, studied one another with the slightest of glances. It was rare for them to work with each other in the field, let alone, all thirteen being in the same confidential room. An event of the utmost importance had called them here. Only the night before, had a secure phone call contacted each of them, on each of their own secret numbers which changed every week. There were only a select few who knew these people existed, and fewer knew how to contact them.

The broad mahogany doors which were the only entrance and exit to the room peeled open, officially beginning the conference exactly on time. The lone figure by the doorway had attracted all of the agents' attention. He was the one who had called the meeting, and now took charge.

"Welcome ladies and gentlemen." A fairly young voice emitted the first words to be spoken at the meeting. "I have called upon your help for a very special mission, if you choose to accept it."

There was only silence in the room.

"First, I assure all of you, I work for the people as you do. The only exception… I, for say, even had been kept in even more secrecy. But for good reason. For I outclass all of you… combined. Although I may not look it, I assure you, I have the power to kill every last one of you in this room, at the moment."

Now there was silence and shock. For starters, the ring leader had not been what any of the agents had expected. He was young. As in very young. The boy could've been 17 by the looks of it, but as cunning and deadly as an agent who has trained and perfected his skills for years. His hair was stark white, glinting and gleaming under the dim lighting. He was fit, and his muscles defined, obvious from operative training. The teen was wearing casual clothing unlike the men and women and his eyes… his eyes were deathly black. It was like glancing into a pool of death itself.

One of the men, an American with close-cropped blond hair was the first to speak up. "Are you joking? " He called out in disbelief, "I must be on one of those prank shows or something! I mean, you're just a kid! Look at you! You should be finishing school by now! It's almost summer and you should be in school. This must be a joke or something…"

"Oh, but I've already told you, Mr. Jennings," The boy called the agent but his most currently changed identity, "I am not joking. And neither are the people I… I mean we work for. Now if you'll allow me to continue.

I have assembled the best agents in America to bring to your attention and eventually, the general public, of the possibility of… if you may call it… 'Super powers'."

By now, almost everyone at the table doubted coming here. It seemed like a joke, a complete waste of time.

"And believe me, this is no joke. For the past couple of years now, my surveillance has captured evidence of people… more specifically, children with supernatural abilities. A very reliable source says these children are called Half-Bloods, or Demigods. Supposed children of gods, Greek Gods who have mated with US citizens and spawned these half gods, half human children. If you would turn your attention to the screen." The boy asked as a hidden T.V. screen emerged from the far wall.

On it, a scene of a boy, now older than he was, stood by a fountain in front of a museum somewhere in New York, seemingly arguing with a girl. They appeared to be around twelve.

"This was a school field trip by a boarding school in New York, taken about five years ago. Pay attention to the boy." The teenager explained.

Moments later, a whip of water shot out of the fountain and grasped the girl, pulling her into the fountain. It seemed like the boy had forced the water to emerge. Whispers spread around the table. What seemed impossible now seemed very possible.

"If you would like, I have a dozen more of similar videos of unnatural events caused by children similar to this boy."

"Who is that boy?" One of the women asked, "He seems very familiar."

"Ah, he is our prime target. Right now, he is around 17 to 18, and living in New York. His name is Percy Jackson. You should remember him. That same year as the video, he had been reported in national news several times for kidnapping his mother. No evidence was found."

"I see." The woman was satisfied with her answer.

"Percy Jackson, along with possibly hundreds of other kids have been running around for years, maybe decades, under the radar of everyone. But today, I bring to you the end of this secrecy."

"And what do you plan to do?" Jennings questioned.

"I plan to expose them. They are threats, menaces to society. But I also plan to harness their godly power. Find their weakness find the source of their power. With that secret, we can become the most powerful country in the world. Imagine, an army of soldiers, infused with the power of Ares, god of war. A navy, with the ability to control the seas, like Poseidon, god of the seas. An air force so powerful, they can control lightning like Zeus, king of the gods! And even people, who can control death itself, like my father…" Most everyone at the table, with the exception of Jennings was basically sold on the idea.

"You father?" Mr. Jennings asked again.

"Yes. I am Code, son of Hades." He announced. "And ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you, Operation SpearHead."

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