Howdy! I totally forgot to put artist comments at the top of each chapter with disclaimers. Also, this is a sort of... revision of the previous, discontinued Demigod Platoon: E Pluribus Unum. This time, however, it's only me writing it.

This story goes between two different points of view. The first one is of my up coming comic series, Demigods, and how they combined with the Percy Jackson universe (owned by Rick Riordan, who I am not). The second is of another up coming comic series, Checkmate, and how they combine with the RWBY universe (owned by Roosterteeth and the late Monty Oum, who I am also not).

Anyway, Please enjoy!

Chapter 2: Urgent.

Liam

"How were humans able to cross the barrier?" Mark asked, slightly annoyed as they ran towards Liam's Hellcat Charger. "I thought Hecate masked our location."

"She did," Liam said. "Nic and I saw it at the beginning, when my mum started training us as demigods." He slid into the driver's seat, Nicholas taking shotgun and the other two hopping into the back.

"Right, I remember that," Nicholas said. "That was also the day you-!"

Liam slapped his hand onto Nicholas' face. "We don't speak of that."

"Just start the car so we can get home and figure out what's goin' on, trigger-happy!" Mark snapped. "That seems to be the only thing we ever do anymore…" He muttered.

"What did you expect?" Nicholas asked. "We're demigods, remember?"

Liam did as he was told, turning the key and pulling the car out of its parking spot, and as much as he hated using Hecate's magic, but they really didn't need another cop chase.

"Anna," Liam said.

"Got it," She responded, knowing full well what he wanted.

She placed her hand on her seat as a mask of glassy mist covered Liam's sports car.

"Speed is key!" Nicholas shouted, his hands shooting up into the air with a dorky grin on his face.

"Dork," Liam said with a smirk as he floored the gas pedal.

They hit top speed in a short time, heading to the edge of Washington DC where there was usually an empty field. The odd thing was it wasn't empty. They slowed down and dropped the mask about a mile out. Once they reached home, their house was visible and it looked exactly like it had on the TV in McDonalds.

Liam stopped in the middle of the road and jumped out of the driver's seat. Nicholas did the same and ran into the house, probably to calm down Violette.

"What the bloody hell is going on?!" Liam shouted, his voice booming.

"There you are, Liam!" Bridgette shouted in an Irish accent, annoyed for obvious reasons. "Where have you guys been?"

"We were grabbing a bite to eat at McDonalds on the way back- why is the media here?" Liam asked. He leaned in towards Bridgette. "And what happened to the barrier?" Liam whisper yelled.

"We don't know, Li," Bridgette responded quietly through gritted teeth. "And they won't fucking leave us alone!" She shouted, her head turned towards the news reporter that was pestering Zackary. He looked like he was going to punch the woman in the face. She turned back towards Liam. "You gotta get them outta here, Liam! I'm kind of scared Vi's going to have a fucking heart attack from all this stress!"

"Well, Nic is here, so she might calm down," Liam said with a sigh.

"Yeah, might," Bridgette repeated with an unamused expression. "Keyword: might."

"Well, if you figure out a way to revive Simon, let me bloody know," Liam said sharply. He turned towards the news reporter and shouted: "Hey! You! Get the bloody hell off my lawn!"

"Nice, going middle aged this time," Bridgette muttered under her breath as Liam started walking over to the woman.

The woman turned her head and instantly shoved the mic into Liam's face. The head of the mic sparked once.

"Hello, and who are you? Can you tell us why all this is happening?" She asked.

"I'm the owner of this property and I want you all off it!" Liam snapped.

"Can you tell us why all this is happening, sir?" She repeated.

"We're as clueless as any of you- NOW GO AWAY!" Liam shouted with a booming voice.

Suddenly, Liam heard the cracking of plastic shortly followed by crunching. Liam turned his head towards the camera man who no longer had a camera.

It was now on the ground in pieces with Zackary huffing and puffing.

"Well, someone's angry," Liam muttered, slightly indifferent.

"I told you to put the fucking camera away!" Zackary hissed with a thick Irish accent.

"Okay, Zack, back inside," Bridgette said, dragging Zackary by the collar of his shirt.

"Let me go, Bridge! I wanna kick his arse!" Zackary shouted as his sister dragged him into the house.

"You are not going to beat up a cameraman on public television!" Bridgette shouted.

"Ya'll need to get out," Mark snapped, pointing down the road back to DC.

"You're scaring the shit out of my friend's sister and you're trespassing on my land, now get out of here before I call the cops!" Liam shouted, joining Mark in pointing back towards DC.

The group of press and news reporters got back into their vans and cars and drove off. Liam sighed in relief as both he and Mark dropped their arms.

"That could have gone better," Anna-Marie said, getting out of the Hellcat Charger and walking inside. "You should put your car back in the garage, Li."

"Yeah, yeah," Liam muttered as he grabbed his keys from his pocket and jumped back into his car.

He turned on the ignition and parked it inside on the left. On the right side was Nicholas' motorbike. It was pitch black with silver lining. On the storage compartment was the image of Cerberus on both sides in silver. HELLHOUND was printed on the lid and there was a box of tools sitting next to it. Sitting on the black leather seat was his helmet, just as black as the bike and it had the same silver lining.

"What in Hades is he doing with the tool box out?" Liam muttered to himself.

He shrugged it off and put his keys back in his pocket. Before he left the garage through the door to the kitchen, he pressed a button beside the door and the garage door closed. He went back inside.

The kitchen was nice; it had a modern look, a bar, and a decent dining room attached. Francesca sat at the bar with a lemonade in hand and a content look on her face.

"So," Francesca began with a light Italian accent. "How did the Manticore mission go?"

"We're alive, aren't we?" Liam said as he passed the table.

"I was just trying to make conversation, sparky!" Francesca shouted to him as he walked into the living room.

"Don't call me sparky, Franny!" Liam shouted back.

"Don't call me Franny!"

"Then don't call me sparky!"

In the living room, Nicholas sat on the couch with Violette who seemed to have calmed down. Anna-Marie sat on the loveseat, Mark probably was in his workshop (which is actually the basement), Bridgette had her arms crossed and sat on Zackary who was face down on the carpet in the middle of the room, Lovino was nowhere to be found, and Michael sat on the floor next to Liam's recliner (he claimed it when he was seven because he was a stupid, stubborn brat). Immediately, Liam plopped into his recliner and sighed.

"So, what are we going to do about the whole barrier thing?" Bridgette asked.

"More importantly," Nicholas started. "What are we going to do with that blue house?" He asked. "You know, the one that appeared out of no where."

"Who on Olympus has the power to do this kind of thing?" Anna-Marie thought out loud. "Hecate would have no reason to do that, Kronos is back in Tartarus for another several decades, and Gaea is still asleep."

"Maybe it's not a god," Liam said. "It's been awhile since we've heard from the boss and Tic Tock, so something must be up."

"Houston, we have a problem," Nicholas said, sitting back on the couch with a smirk on his face. Anna-Marie, Bridgette, and Liam glared at the son of Hades. "Get it? Cause it's a space problem?"

"Never do that again," Bridgette said, bluntly.

"But-!"

"Never. Do. That. Again. Nicholas." Bridgette repeated.

"By the way," Liam said, changing the subject. "Why is the box of tools next to your bike?"

"What tools…?" Nicholas looked confused. Then his face went in shock. "MARK!" Nicholas shouted as he ran down into the basement.

"Mark knows not to mess with Nicholas' bike," Anna-Marie said, indifferent.

Suddenly, Liam's communicator on his wrist turned on, a young woman with long brown hair, blonde bangs, and a black with white trim cloak appeared. She had scrapes and cuts on her face.

"Boss?" Liam asked, concerned.

"You need to find a way to get onto the ship as soon as possible," she said. "It's urgent!" Then, it cut off.

Liam looked at the others in the room.

"Well, that answers that question," Bridgette said.