Hello, everybody! Sorry for the delay. School's been a bitch.
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Anonymous reviewer 'Some Guy': The way Ezio got there, I got the idea from Aces of Aces 2.0's fanfic "There's an Assassin in my Game Room."
George McCartney: Then I must be really good typing with my big toe.
Ezio and the Olympians Chapter Two:
Arrival
An hour walk later, Annabeth and Ezio ran into some cops patrolling the sidewalks. Ezio understood immediately, saying they were the guards of this era. He hid behind Annabeth.
"Ezio," she facepalmed. "You are an adult womanizer with a beard. You honestly think you can hide behind me?"
"Si, bella mio," Ezio replied.
"And now you are hitting on a teenager. You'll end up in the slammer."
"If names mean anything, I know what to do there."
Only then did the cops notice them. They walked up to Ezio.
"Sir, state your name and occupation," one said.
"Ezio Auditore da Firenze, assassin," he replied calmly.
"Hashashin?" the same cop asked.
"Assassin."
"Half-assin'?"
Assassin." Ezio gritted his teeth and flexed his hidden blade.
"Peter Griffin?" (1)
Schlink. Ezio stabbed the cop in the heart. He collapsed in a heap on the ground.
The cops pulled out their guns, aiming for Ezio and shouting 'Bloody Murder!'
But Ezio had a suprise.
Ezio ducked just as the shot went out of the barrel. He swept the cop off his feet, taking his gun. He broke the cop's skull with his foot, glaring at the 11 cops left. Hit evil eye and good reflexes scared them away.
"Vlacas," Annabeth muttered. She did not expect cops, or Ezio to kill one, no matter how stupid they are. She fumbled around in her pockets, then remembering that she rushed out of the house with Ezio, not grabbing change, drachmas, or her cap. She then felt a rectangular piece of plastic that brought back bad memories. Procrastination. Deception. Laziness. Greed. Things kept secret and forgotten for three years. She pulled it out. It was her Lotus Casino card.
"Dove diavolo è un ristorante? Ho fame," Ezio asked.(1)
"Non so dove diavolo è un ristorante, ora chiuso modo che io possa pensare," (2) Annabeth replied. "So we'll take a taxi to one."
"A taxi?"
"Yes."
Annabeth waved for a taxi, which pulled up quickly. "A metal horse?" Ezio asked.
"More specifically, aluminum," Annabeth replied.
Ezio was clueless. "Aluminum?"
"Another type of metal."
"You gettin' in or what?" the driver asked, interuppting the conversation.
"Yes," Annabeth replied.
"Si," Ezio responded at the same time as Annabeth. They glanced at each other, then entering.
The driver was calm and collected until he looked at Annabeth. "You Annabeth Chase?" he asked.
Annabeth thought, either clear-sighted mortal, or demigod. She hesitated, then saying "Yes."
"Tom Travis, son of Hermes."
"Okay," Annabeth replied. "We need a ride to Half-Blood Hill, and quick. What's the price for that distance?"
"For upcoming heroes, nothin'."
"We're upcoming heroes?"
"I helped Apollo with a prank on Artemis," he said slyly.
"Ahhhh... you do realize she's going to kill you, right?"
"He never forsaw that."
"Oh."
"Who is Artemis?" Ezio asked, interrupting the conversation.
"Maiden goddess. Several thousand female followers," Annabeth replied.
"Just hearing about her makes me love her."
"Let's just go and spare ourselves the torture," Annabeth finished.
-Timeskip because I would turn fifteen if I typed everything else they said.-
They arrived at Camp Half-Blood. And it was in flames.
A/N: Time for translations.
"Dove diavolo è un ristorante? Ho fame,"
"Where the hell is a restaurant? I'm hungry."
"Non so dove diavolo è un ristorante, ora chiuso modo che io possa pensare,"
"I don't know where the hell a restaurant is, now shut up so I can think."
Til' next time.