I know I only updated a few hours ago, but I couldn't resist doing so again. Writing about Percy Jackson Modern Warfare style is too fun. Also, I read my last chapter over, I realized I made a lot of simple, stupid mistakes with regards to grammar and spelling… are spelling and grammar the same thing? Like is spelling part of grammar? Annnnyway, my point is, I could use a beta reader, PM me if you're up for it lol.
Percy Jackson walked out of the room in a daze, confused and shaken. Did that really just happen? Other than the fact that he was holding a pistol with two less rounds in its magazine, he could easily think that it had never happened. He stared at the pen in his hand as he continued to walk.
"What was that" he muttered to himself. "How could I dream something like that up?"
Perct walked over to Mr. Brunner. "Sir, what the hell happened back there."
"What could you possibly be talking about?" Taking the pen from Percy's hand, he continued to speak. "Thank you for returning my pen, next time bring your own writing utensil." His eyes twinkled, and Percy nodded numbly.
"N-no problem, Mr. Brunner" Percy stammered out, walking away.
Grover walked up to him. "What happened back there man."
Percy looked back at the Museum for a long moment. "I have no idea man."
He glanced at his watch. "Hey Grover, I gotta run, I'll catch ya later"
Grover was a good friend and all, but sometimes he could be a bit overbearing.
Percy walked down the steps to the museum, and called a cab to the apartment complex his mother lived in.
"Hey Mom, I'm home." Percy absentmindedly said, stepping through the doorway.
His mother appeared, and Percy took the chance to look her over. He hadn't seen his mom since the year began, as Yancy Academy was a boarding school.
Sally had recently retired from being a combat personnel, after 3 tours, 2 in Iraq, and 1 in Afghanistan, she called it quits. His mother now worked in the intelligence department behind a desk, helping to assist the new generation of SEALS in the field. However, she was still as fit as any military personnel, due to still being required to pass the rigorous fitness standard of the US special forces.
All together, she was one hell of a mother. Not many people can say that their mother was a special forces scout sniper in Iraq.
"Hey Percy, how are you?" His mother asked, coming over and wrapping her son in a hug.
"I'm fine Mom" he grinned, playfully pushing his mother away from him.
His mother grinned back, and sat on the couch, patting the seat beside her.
Percy sat down beside his mother, and looked and her questioningly. "What is it mom"
"So, I recently got in contact with a few old friends that I worked with who were in CIA back in the day, and I managed to acquire this baby." His mother said, gesturing at the cloth covered coffee table.
He stared at it, recognizing the shape of the cloth covered object as some sort of large anti-material rifle. Percy said as such, and Sally laughed. "Go ahead and unveil it"
Percy yanked the cloth away from the object, and gasped in awe.
"What kind of rifle is that" He exclaimed. "Look at the size of that thing, it has to be at least 2 meters in length!" A/N I'm Canadian, fuck the Imperial Measurement system.
"That is the NTW-20. Made by the South African company Denel Mechem, it is arguably one of the largest anti-material rifles ever made. It fires the Hispano-Suiza 20mm round." She smiled, holding up a round that was nearly the size of her forearm.
"Holy shit!" He exclaimed. "Ca-"
Sally anticipated the question. "Of course you can fire it, why do you think I got it? We're going down to the range later today, once I get my stuff together."
She got off the couch, and Percy continued to stare at the rifle.
Shaking his head, Percy pulled the cloth back over the rifle, and walked away, up to his room.
Entering his room, Percy immediately pulled out the hidden holster, and his P226.
Taking apart the pistol, Percy cleaned every part, before putting it back together. His mother had taught him that.
"Treat your weapons as if they are extensions of your own body. Keep them clean and functional" His mother's words echoed through his mind as he worked. The entire process of taking apart the gun, cleaning it, and reassembling it took less than 5 minutes.
Opening a drawer in his dresser, Percy pulled out the two spent casings he had picked up earlier and plunked them into the plastic bin in the drawer, along with the other spent casings. His mother had taught him how to reuse spent casings, so he saved every one. Ammunition was expensive. Ejecting the magazine from the pistol, he filled it back up, before inserting the magazine back into the pistol.
The work distracted him from thinking about what had happened today. Closing the drawer, he put the pistol back into its holster, before putting the holster back into his pants. Never exit the household without that pistol, his mother had told him. Not that he was complaining.
"Percy, you ready to go now?" His mother called from outside his room.
"Yeah mom, I'm coming" He glanced at the picture on his dresser, of Justin, his father.
Saluting his father, and the folded up flag beside his father's picture, he walked out of his room, grabbing his dufflebag along the way. His dufflebag held two firearms, ammunition for both, and what his mother called his "Go-to-hell pack". All military members had one, and his mother made him make one, and carry it around. In combat, a "Go-to-hell pack" was basically a pack that soldiers carried which contained essential supplies to help them survive for up to a week, if everything went to shit. It allowed them to cut and run to survive, to dump their heavier 100 or so pound rucksacks, and still have a chance of surviving.
While NYC wasn't exactly a warzone, it was actually pretty smart to have something like a "Go-to-hell pack" in everyday life, you never could really know when you had to dump everything and run as a result of natural disasters, civil disturbances, or other such things.
Percy's "Go-to-hell pack" had a week's worth of rations in the form of MREs, toiletries, a Swiss army knife, and a small sidearm, a M9A3, along with a few magazines.
Clambering into his mother's car, he was again reminded by how awesome his mother was. His mother drove a Humvee, a light military vehicle. While it was thoroughly defanged, (sadly, driving with a .50 M2 machine gun mounted on the roof of your vehicle didn't exactly obey American traffic laws), it was still an awesome vehicle. Not many families can say their car can take a RPG and still keep the occupants inside it safe.
As they drove to the local range, his mother's cell began to ring. Percy resisted the urge to laugh as the Terminator soundtrack sounded throughout the car.
His mother shot him a glare, and answered the phone.
"Oh, hello Grover." His mother fixed him with a glare.
"Yes, he's here, and he's alright."
"Alright, thanks Grover."
Sally hung up, and made eye contact with Percy through the rear view mirror, who was trying his very best to disappear into the carseat. Generally, when his mom glared at somebody, it was very bad news.
"Percy, why the hell did you figure it was a good idea to not tell me about the fact that you were attacked by a goddamn fury in school today?" Sally all but yelled
"S-sorry mom, I thought it was all just something I imag- wait, that was a fury? W-what's a fury?" Percy stammered out.
"Yes, it was a fury. You know, the ancient monsters that answer to the lord of the underworld himself!" Sally sighed, pinched the bridge of her nose, and pulled over to the side of the road. "I'm sorry, I just realized you know next to nothing about your heritage. This is going to be extremely hard for you to believe but all the ancient mythology about the Greeks? It's all true."
"W-wait, what" Percy exclaimed.
Sally continued, knowing that this was a shock that Percy couldn't be eased into. "Your father wasn't biologically Justin. By all but blood, yes he was your father, and I loved him just as much as you did, if not more, but you weren't biologically related to him at all. Your father was Poseidon, God of the Sea."
Sally muttered under her breath, ignoring Percy attempting to cope with this information temporarily. "And, apparently, the god of douchebags as well…"
Percy handled the new information surprisingly well. "Okay, so I came from a divine sperm donation."
Sally starting laughing, and Percy soon joined her, laughing at the absurdity of it.
"So what does this mean to us" Percy asked. "How will this affect us?"
His mother took an unplanned right, heading on a route they'd never taken before. "There's a camp, that specializes in training kids like you, kids with extraordinary powe…"
Sally trailed off as Percy started to hum the X-men theme song, and allowed herself to grin.
"Okay, maybe wrong phrasing. They help train demigods like you. Although, considering who your father is, you'll be exceptionally powerful."
Looking in the rearview mirror, Sally gasped, before suddenly flooring it. They were now on an empty stretch of road, so Sally had no obstructions or traffic to worry about. Percy frowned.
"What's wro-" Percy lost his train of thought as he too looked in the rearview mirror and gasped in shock.
"What the hell is that!" He shouted, and his mother grimaced.
"The Minotaur. Fortunately, he caught us at a good time. Be a dear, and set up mom's new NTW-20" His mother commanded him, trying to make it lighthearted to alleviate her son's distress as well as her own."
Percy reached under his seat, pulling out the fully assembled NTW-20. He was thankful his mother didn't decide to disassemble it for easier transport, or they'd be screwed, as he'd have no idea how to put it back together.
His mother reached out behind her with her pistol, holding one hand on the steering wheel. Unlike him, his mother didn't carry a P226. His mother carried her own firearm, a Colt Python, chambering the .44 Magnum. She fired the pistol, and the rear window shattered. Now both mother and son could hear both the grunts the minotaur made as it attempted to catch up with the speeding car, and the roar of pain it made as the round connected.
"Percy, stick the barrel of that gun through the window, and blow that monster back to wherever it crawled from."
"Yes ma'am" Percy shouted. Sticking the barrel through the window, Percy grunted as he pulled back the bolt of the massive rifle with all he had. It took tremendous strain, but he managed it, he heard the satisfying ch-click sound as the large round was loaded. Aiming through the scope of the monster, he fired.
The boom echoed through the car and the evening, sounding like a thunderclap. The anti-material round designed to pierce reinforced concrete smashed into the minotaur, and the monster fell. Nothing can survive being hit by a bunker buster round.
Percy grinned."Fucking eh!" He shouted in glee, only to have his mood abruptly change.
"Language" His mother scolded him, swatting him upside the head even as she drove. The effect was kind of ruined by the fact that Sally was smiling as well.
They drove on, until they pulled up beside a strawberry farm. Percy looked out of the window in confusion.
"Mom, you sure this is the right place?"
"Mom?"
His mother was too busy staring in horror, and he looked in the distance as well.
"How the fuck is that thing alive still"
The fact that his mother didn't scold him for his language showed him how bad the situation was.
The minotaur was running up the road at them, ignoring the gaping hole in it's chest. Suddenly, his mother sprung into action, years of combat experience showing themselves. Sally ran for the humvee, pulling out the NTW-20 by the barrel where it was poking out the back window, and went prone on the ground, aiming at the upcoming Minotaur. Pulling back the bolt with seemingly little effort, she fired again. This time, the round hit the Minotaur's head. The stupid beast actually managed a few more steps before falling to the ground and disintegrating into the same gold dust that Ms. Dodds had when he had stabbed her.
Despite the fact that the 20mm round wasn't made of the same mysterious bronze metal that the sword he had used previously was, the minotaur was down for the count anyway. Apparently, getting your head blown off was just as lethal, regardless of which metal was used.
"Hey mom"
"Yes?"
"Turns out I got to fire the NTW-20 after all"
Panting from the adrenaline, mother and son looked at each other, before breaking out in peals of laughter, glad to be alive. Percy grabbed his dufflebag from the car, before both of them began trekking towards a sign saying "Delphi Strawberry Farm".
