Lucky: I'm back! So, a question for all of you Hunger Games fans out there. I've been meaning to ask this for a while, actually. Does Johanna remind you guys of Thalia, too? I don't know why...
Jason: The chick who stripped in front of Katniss... reminds you of my sister?
Lucky: Yeah. Don't you usually do some question or something? We gotta get up and running again, Jason!
Jason: Right! Who says this? "In fact, I like to think of all of you... As my daughters! And that makes me... Your mama! And a very loving, and caring mama I am!"
Lucky: I know!
Jason: I know you know. Shut up. Disclaimer: This story has just been disclaimed. Booyah!
Lucky: Whoa, dejavu.
Jason: Okaaayy...
Lucky: For some reason, I feel like Jason should lose his pants now and reveal polka dot underpants. Why? I don't know! What is wrong with me?
Utah was just as hot and dusty as Jason remembered it.
He didn't mind the heat, so long as this trip didn't end like the last one. He was constantly stealing glances at Reyna, who kept trying to talk to Andy about her father's tips and secrets. Andy- unfortunately- wasn't budging.
They'd hopped on a plane to Utah, hailed a cab outside the airport, and now the trio was pulling up to the Kindslie house. Andy was fussing over a stain on her shirt, blabbering something about looking presentable to her father.
In the past two days, she'd been letting herself have a little fun. She, Jason and Reyna had stopped by an Offspring concert, and Andy had ended up dancing on a table. Jason was going to suggest that it was the Apollo blood that had caused it, but then remembered that the god had helped him and decided to keep his mouth shut. Long story short, Andy was now trying to compose herself for her father, and had lost all traces of a personality.
Before the trio had even rang the doorbell, the door swung open. Bryn, with her dark hair flying behind her, was down the steps in two bounds and had Andy enveloped in a hug.
"Hello," Jason muttered to Reyna. He got an elbow in the ribs.
"Andy, baby!" Bryn kissed the top of her sisters head and shook her a little.
"Hey, Bryn," Andy's voice was muffled against Bryn's chest. "Missed you."
"Ahem."
Four heads snapped up to find Gale Kindslie in the doorway. Arms crossed over his chest, he suddenly reminded Jason of Preator Eli Dawson back at Camp Jupiter. A very angry, old Eli Dawson. With some serious family issues.
Gale looked at Andy and jerked his head at the door. "Andromeda, child, get inside. Bryn, you're supposed to be cleaning the study, are you not?"
Andy dettached herself from Bryn and scrambled inside. Bryn glared at her father, but trotted behind her sister into the house. Jason thought he could hear a raspy male yelp, but it could have been his imagination. Then there was a loud thud and a laugh from Bryn and Andy. Reyna raised her eyebrows at him. He shrugged.
"Very good," Gale acknowledged. "I'm grateful."
He began to shut the door, but Reyna lunged forward and grabbed his arm.
"Nah- ah." She growled, shaking her head and litterally yanking him back outside.
"We had a deal," Jason agreed. "We found your daughter. Now you give us our information."
Gale ran a hand through his blonde hair. "Hm. I suppose I did, didn't I? Very well, I am a man of my word. Come along."
Jason and Reyna shared a nervous look.
"Uh, why don't you give us our little cheat sheet out here?" Jason suggested.
Gale raised an eyebrow. "All right. Wait here, child."
He disappeared inside the house.
Reyna sighed. "He's not gonna come out."
"Nope," Jason agreed. "Definately not coming out."
And he didn't. Actually, a few minutes later, Bryn snuck out the door soundlessly. She ran across the lawn and shoved a dusty old book into Jason's hands.
"Not a word to anyone about this," She warned. "I could get in so much trouble."
"Uh, thanks." Jason tried.
Bryn shook her head. "Whatever. Just be careful, okay? And... nevermind. You can do it!"
And then she spun around and snuck back into her prison of a home.
