BookWormBandGeek - : ) thank you.
Monster345 - I know- these characters are completly different from those in the other stories. I recycled a few names, but remember this takes place several hundered years later.
Bubblegum11 - I was on vacation. I am still on vacation, we just have a wi-fi connection.
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"We are going nowhere until we get more freaking recruits, and train the ones we have. Are you saying we should storm Mount Othros with two thousand, barely trained fighters? If are, you are dumber than I ever imagined." Eden glared at her half brother Peter across the long wood table. "We also should get the Helm of Darkness, Aegis, the Master bolt, Cupids Bow…"
"Why the hell do we need Cupids bow?" Peter snorted, drumming his fingers impatiently.
"Never underestimate the power of love."
"Coming from a hunter?" Peter smirked a smirk that said you-are-never-going-to-forget-this.
"Oh come on." Eden shook her head in disgust. "Shoot the right Titan General, and they're screwed. Unless they…"
"Have a sick kind of love that involves prostitution, or it goes the other way. But you are right about the other things, Eden. We have no hope of winning without those key objects." General Gäldstrup cut in, shooting the two children of Poseidon a warning look.
"And their owners." Ferd, the satyr muttered under his breath. Eden nodded in agreement.
"No duh. That too." The Council of the Resistance was quiet for a moment.
"I was thinking- maybe we should try the slave auctions and executions." Eden said slowly. "They are the people/satyrs that the Titans have most abused, and might be more willing to fight for our cause." There was a murmur of assent.
"All in favor? Mr. Underwood- what say you?" The Secretary Tom looked at the Satyr. Ferd chewed a poker card in thought.
"Well, it could work. We would need to have a back up crew, and extract an oath on the river Styx. But other than that, it could well work. That was a yes, by the way."
"Mrs. Ulomia?" Julie frowned, hand on her pregnant belly. Her eyes were gazing unfocused at the flag on the wall- an O made up of all the gods symbols of power. The flag of the Rebels. Julie's eyes snapped to focus as her name was called.
"I agree with Ferd. It is a risky bet, but might pay off."
Tom nodded and made two tally marks on his sheet. "Adam?" the son of Apollo frowned.
"I don't know. It could result in extreme failure- They have good security in these places. And there could be trackers in the slaves... With all due respect, Emmerson, I think that this proposal has disaster written in big red calligraphy."
"But, being dyslexic, we can't read the big red calligraphy and so will press on to victory." Eden said snidely. "Arrow dynamically, it is impossible for the bumble bee to fly, but no one has told the bumble bee this so it flies anyway. Or something like that- I forgot." Adam blushed, but held her gaze. Something that was hard to do, for she had inherited her grandmother's icy grey eyes.
"Adam makes a good point, though."General Gäldstrup pointed out.
"We can test them and stuff." The weapons master, Rissa, (that's pronounced re-suh) daughter of Ares pointed out, waving a bug-sensor prod.
Tom looked at his notes. "Mr. Johnson?"
Peter raised his hands in surrender. "I'm with Eden."
"For once." Eden said under her breath, and he grinned.
"And of course, General Gäldstrup." Tom looked up.
"I think there is almost an equal opportunity of failure and success. I believe that we can succeed if we check things out carefully. We need recruits badly, though some of these people could be all-out criminals, to Titans and Gods alike. We should be careful, and look into who is being executed. Slaves are normal people, and they might be more or less likely to take up arms, depending on how you look at it.
"Oh, and Farmer Bennetison and his family should be led here tomorrow night because the Titans are getting suspicious. Eden, that's your job."
"I still don't have a vote." Tom said irritably.
"The vote… is yes." Gäldstrup said slowly. "But I don't want Eden to go."
"WHAT? No way I'm gonna-" Eden spluttered,
Gäldstrup raised his hand. "Hear me out, Eden. This morning they upped your price- who ever catches you can have whatever they want. As long as it doesn't threaten the Titan's power. You know how many people would kill for that chance? Whoever gets it will have killed for it. Anything. The titans could give them wings, or make them live forever. And doing a small stunt like this is no reason to threaten your freedom! We're sunk when you die. You hear me?" Eden had never seen him so angry.
"It is not a freaking stunt! We need these people. And I can take care of myself, General." the diagonal scar on Eden's forehead turned red, as it did when she was mad.
"I am concerned for your safety." The generals eyes narrowed. "And-"
"My safety? You're not my fucking dad, Greg. And our safety is threatened every fucking second! We are safe dead."
"Wow, swear a lot?" Peter muttered, "A hunter saying a word that means-" there was a bang and a flash of white light. Peter was thrown off his chair and across the room. Eden paled.
"Sorry- I didn't mean to-" Eden's body was outlined in an icy white light that was slowly fading. She shot Gäldstrup an icy glare. "And what if you need someone to randomly blow something up- sort of on accident?"
The General stared at her a moment, and some understanding passed between them. He nodded. "Whatever."
"Motion passed." Said Tom in an awed voice.
Adam groaned, and Peter smacked him.
"Now." Said Gäldstrup, looking at his maps, "To start with…"
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The second the meeting broke up, the General rounded on Eden.
"Are you insane?" He demanded, as the last… being, Ferd, left the room.
Eden met his gaze. "Yes." He shook his head in disgust.
"Do you know what will happen to you?" He didn't wait for an answer. "If scaring you into talking doesn't work, they will torture you, then rape you and -"
"That's redundant." Eden cut in, and he rolled his eyes. "And they won't."
He raised an eyebrow. "Eden, they would. You're very pretty and they-"
"Is that a compliment or a liability? Anyway, like I said, they won't." She turned away from him for a moment, sliding her hand up her shirt and removing something from her bra. She looked at him, and held out two white pills. "They won't get a chance." She slung her quiver over her shoulder and departed. "Have a nice day"