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I had been imprisoned at Olympus head quarters for two weeks when they finally came to move me to a security prison.

My days were spent in my closed white cell, either lying on the bed or doing some sort of physical exercise to keep moderately in shape. The door was only opened when they gave me my meals, or when Annabeth snuck in to discuss our escape.

We had met once or twice since she had agreed to my plan, and to say I was surprised that she had relented so easily was an understatement. Agent Chase isn't stupid, so I guess she saw the truth in my explanation. That, or she hated Luke more than I thought.

Luke was an easy man to hate, from what I had experienced with him. Perhaps he was different when Annabeth knew him, or he just treated her the same way that he treated me.

He had found out about my secret assets, and had simply decided I had to be eliminated, either by them or the government.

I was lying on my bed with my hands behind my head when they came to transfer me to government custody. They hadn't managed to get any information from me during our interrogations, so I was no longer useful to them.

I may have been high up on their wanted list, but now I was just taking up space.

"Alright Jackson," The guard, a blonde man with bright blue eyes who looked to be roughly the same age as me and Annabeth, said.

I got off the bed and held out my hands, keeping my gaze forward as he snapped the cuffs around my wrists. Before he followed me out, he slid his coat back slightly to show me the taser rod he had at his belt, letting me know not to try anything.

I marched down the halls at the guard's instruction, giving him no indication that I was planning anything.

An escort was waiting when we reached the main wing of the facility, and Annabeth was there just as we had arranged.

She discreetly met my eyes and took her place beside me.

We walked down the hallways for a few hundred meters before we came to a wider white corridor, where I had to make my move.

Faster than they could react, I spun to the side, grabbing Annabeth's pistol and pressing my chains against her throat with the gun pressed under her jaw.

I felt her freeze, as one would when there was a gun poised to shoot at them. I made sure that all the guards were in front of me, cocking the gun warningly when they reached for the own weapons.

"Now, I understand Agent Chase is quite important here?" I said, wrapping the chain harder until I heard Annabeth choke for breath. "I want you all to drop your weapons, put everything on the floor."

"We know you can't kill her." One of the agents said, her hand on her RPG pistol. "Then you have no insurance and another murder on your case."

"You're right, it would be dumb of me to kill her straight away, but don't call my bluff sweetheart," I sneered, putting on the act of the terrorist they believed me to be. "There are still a number of ways I can make you do what I want without having to kill Miss Chase here, and I'm sure you'd hate to watch."

I threateningly moved the gun to her side, where a gunshot would be unlikely to kill her, but still incredibly painful.

After a moment of hesitation, the agents all dropped their firearms and tasers on the cold tiled floor.

"Alright, drop your communication devices too; can't have you calling for backup, can we?"

The blonde guard from before glared at me resentfully, but I just choked Annabeth harder in response. Her back was pressed right into me, and it was ridiculous how much smaller she was. Her head barely reach the bottom of my chin.

They put down their walkie-talkies, phones and earpieces.

Still pressing the gun hard into Annabeth's skin, I moved slowly down the hall. "Where's the nearest exit?" I demanded Annabeth.

She put on an act of being defiant, and didn't answer until I poked her again with the barrel of the pistol. "Turn left," She choked out against the handcuffs.

I kept an eye on the guards as I made my way to the exit, finding myself at an underground car-park. The agents had followed me, I knew, waiting for me to let my guard down.

Annabeth and I walked backwards, and went we came up to a car, I told her to open the door and get in the driver's seat.

I got in the passenger seat, holding the gun against her neck so that they could still see, and ordered her to start the car. "Go!"

The Olympus agents began to shoot at us, alarms blaring. The bullets ricocheted off the doors as I barked orders at Annabeth, still staging a kidnapping, but some whistled through the windows, barely missing me.

They were good shots, I'll give them that.

I let out a cry as one zipped by my throat, cutting through my neck. A/N: If you've seen Days of Future Past, its like Magneto's gunshot wound from Mystique. It missed a major artery, thank god, but still hurt like hell.

I swore and positioned the gun to Annabeth's temple, and the guns stopped firing almost immediately.

Using one hand, I ripped off a piece of my prison uniform and pressed it to the bleeding wound.

"Are you ok?" Annabeth asked quietly.

I drew in a breath. "I'm fine."

I made her drive until I was positive they weren't following us, and then we pulled over and stole a car. Annabeth protested until I argued that they knew what car were in, and it would be too easy for them to track us down.

In our stolen Nissan, we drove through the city near Olympus's head quarters. The quickest option to escape Olympus would be to catch a flight, but Annabeth confirmed that they'd have tracked us there before we could even board the plane and would be waiting for us wherever we landed.

The Titan's main base was in San Francisco, and we needed to go in the opposite direction, to New York.

"You agents are way too easily manipulated, you know that right?" I turned to the blonde woman beside me with a smirk.

She glanced at me from the corner of her eye. "Luckily for you, or you would be on your way to death row."

I hated that she was right. "Well, luckily for you, I'm not actually going to shoot you."

Annabeth looked worriedly at my injury, and I rolled my eyes. "I'm ok, Annabeth. I've dealt with a lot worst back with...you know."

She nodded, biting her lip.

I grinned. "Does Agent Chase care about the wellbeing of a lowly criminal?"

Annabeth glared at me, tightening her grip on the steering wheel, and ignored the comment. "You need to get it looked at so it doesn't get infected."

"We can't go to a hospital," I started but she cut me off. She pulled into the car-park of a Walmart store.

"Can I trust that you won't leave?" She turned to me, undoing her seat belt.

I nodded earnestly. After narrowing her eyes and analyzing for trickery, she opened the door and entered the store.

I shrunk against the seat, grabbing some sunglasses from the glove-box and sliding them on, pretending to be asleep.

Annabeth didn't take long, and she came back with a bag of first aid supplies, clothes and some cosmetics. She seemed somewhat surprised that I was still there, but she quickly recovered and started the car.

She drove for another half-an-hour until she found a drive-in hotel. I was still on the police watch list, so Annabeth checked into a room under the alias of Annabelle and Peter; not big variation of our real names.

When we reached the room, Annabeth pulled me into the bathroom without a word. She ordered me to sit down, so I closed the lid of toilet and sat on it.

She pulled the first-aid supplies out of the plastic bag and pulled the cloth away from my neck.

I tilted my head to the side so it was easier for her to see, and heard her gasp slightly. Obviously, it was worse than I first thought.

She put the bloodied rag in the bin, dabbed a cotton pad in antiseptic and cleaned the wound. I contained my wince at the sting.

Annabeth popped two tablets into her hand and held them in front of me. "You might want to take these, you need stitches."

"Thanks," I replied shortly. I took the offered glass of water and downed the painkillers, then averted my eyes as Annabeth threaded a needle.

I wasn't very fond of them.

My jaw tensed and my skin quivered as Annabeth looped the needle through it, closing the bullet-wound.

"There you go," She said, cutting the thread and putting away the supplies. Then she handed my a pile of clothes, glasses and a case of contacts.

I raised an eyebrow.

"We don't want people to recognize you, do we?"

With a huff, I reached behind my head and pulled off my bloody shirt.

"Ah!" Annabeth shielded her eyes. "Not while I'm still in here!"

I smirked. "Flustered?"

She shot me a glare and hurried into the main room to change into her own clothes.

I had a pair of dark wash jeans, a black Nirvana shirt, a zip-up hoodie and a pair of Vans. Putting them on, except for the shoes, I then turned to the mirror to put in the contacts.

Seeing my now blue eyes, I frowned. I looked nothing like me. I put on the fake glasses and went out of the bathroom, making sure to knock in case Annabeth wasn't dressed yet.

She had changed into light jeans, a white tank top, a cardigan and Converse shoes. Her eyes were now pale green.

"How do I look?" I asked.

She glanced at me. "Well, you don't like a terrorist."

"And you don't look like an uptight secret agent," I shot back. I wished she wouldn't use the terrorist card.

Annabeth rolled her eyes at me, and I was too tired to argue anyway. The painkiller's she'd given me clearly weren't non-drowsy.

The receptionist had probably assumed we were a couple, and had given us a room with only a double bed. I took off my glasses, crawled under the duvet and curled onto my side.

Within seconds, I was asleep.


TA DA!

I actually kinda liked this chapter. Percy is such a bad boy ;P

BTW, look up Dylan O'Brien with glasses, thats kinda the type of glasses I imagine Percy wearing. So he looks like a oober-hot nerd, pretty much :D

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