So as I sat there, shoved down onto and bound to an uncomfortable wooden seat, thinking of the many wonderful ways Nico was going to torture, blackmail, and eventually murder me, I noticed that Nico wasn't cleaning his hammer, or fidgeting with his pistols, as most torture specialists did to intimidate people. He just stared into my eyes, boring into my soul. He definitely lived up to his reputation as the guy who made your shit literally army-crawl out of your mouth and run like Usain Bolt to the nearest trash can. I was unfazed, though. I had met the superhuman 998-Hades before, Nico's dad. I nearly died just from staring at him, and even had something well up in my throat and up my stomach before some amateurs decided to distract him and get slaughtered leaving me to escape. Come to think of it, why was I so frightened of Nicon again? His reputation was supplemented by the fact that he had 20 armed guards around him, and he also had the insincts and power of a 16-year-old. I had just fallen prey to the rumors. So, with new determination, I looked straight into him too. His stare was pretty mundane, so for Nico's sake, (I was actually beginning to feel really sorry for the guy, having an extra-murderous dad and all) I flashed a scared look at him. Nico seemed confident, so he took out a hammer, and exclaimed an extra-spooky
"Who sent you?" Me, being the charming prince that I was, rudely questioned,
"Well, where's the old guy? " Nico, surprisingly oblivious to the fact that I was not afraid a single bit, laughed maniacally and shouted,
"BRING THE CORPSE!" I stared intently at the two men who dropped their machine guns and dragged an old guy into my sight. I smiled as I heard hooves clopping nearby. Nico looked at my expression and was clearly confused as he asked,
"110,000,000 dollars of cash lost, and you're smiling!?" I didn't even need to reply as I noticed that the sound of hooves were becoming louder and louder at an alarming rate, and spat at Nico's face leaving him with an enraged look on his face. I knew what was coming next, as I heard a door open as Nico dropped everything and slammed his hammer onto my kneecap. Even though I was disorientated, I could still hear gunfire and screams in the background. As I looked up, I could see my best friend and bodyguard Grover standing over an assortment of dead bodies with two smoking machine guns in hand. Nico was just standing there, back against the wall, face filled with horror, when I decided to break the ice.
"About time, fatass," Was the first thing I joked when Grover untied me and helped me up. Grover, sharp, as always, replied,
"Well, don't tell me to lose wait when you're out here being tortured by a twelve-year old!" I chuckled as I grabbed Nico's hammer and bashed his frightened skull in with ease, leaving him crumpled on the floor. Grover picked up the briefcase of cash lying on the floor with a quick swipe, and as Grover and I steadily walked out, well, him supporting my leg and making quick progress with His experimental goat legs, we heard sirens and gunfire, but immediately dismissed as New York's common 10:00 PM crime run. A few minutes later, we came back to one of the Underground parking-lot turned assassin lounges hidden throughout the city, nothing on our mind but pizza, we noticed that the sirens and gunfire were getting louder. A sense of dread crawled into our thoughts, and as we turned the corner, our worst fear was confirmed. The base was compromised. Cop Cars and shrapnel awaited us instead of the hidden entrance, and we knew we had to do something. So, Grover and I came up with a plan. Not a plan plan, but just a half-assed thought that might get a lot of people killed. Well, that's what I said to Grover while we waited outside. As we revved up the cop car, Grover requested one last thing before we drove into the underbelly of New York. "Can we get some fucking pizza after this?"