Kat POV-

I decided to embrace my Greek heritage and do something my grandfather just so happened to be the god of; stealing. I had gathered our typical group together; Hale, Gabrielle, Simon, Hamish, Angus, and myself. We were at Hale's family's summer mansion in upstate New York. Everything was just the way I remember it. The Monet was still in its place, unfortunately for me. The lawns were neatly cut, and Hale's parents weren't there. Good thing too, because, well, they aren't too fond of their son being an art thief.

We were in the library, Simon typing away on his laptop, Gabrielle was filing her nails, Hamish and Angus were fighting over some smoke bomb design they had made, Hale was lounging on the sofa, and I was waiting for the British brothers to stop fighting.

"Uh, guys," I said while waving my hand in front of their faces, "Earth to Angus and Hamish."

"Houston," Hamish said, "We have a problem. ANGUS HERE DOESN'T AGREE WITH ME THAT WE SHOULD MAKE A SMALLER PROTOTYPE!" Hamish turned toward his brother and they started fighting about gear sizes.

Hale stood up and walked up behind the brothers. "Nobody cares." He said after hitting them both on the back of the head.

"What the bloody- Oh, hi Hale." Angus said. Hale nodded at Angus then sprawled himself out on the couch again.

"So," Gabrielle said, "Is there a reason you stopped my shopping spree in Paris and sent me here, cousin?"

"Actually," I said, "Yes there is." I glared at Gabrielle, who had gone back to filing her nails.

"Well," Simon lifted his head from the computer screen, "What is it?"

"We are gonna do a job," I said. Instantly I had everyone's attention. ", in Italy." Everyone seemed pleased with this. Stealing things in Europe was the family specialty.

"From where?" Hamish asked.

"It is not from a 'where', but a 'whom'." said Hale.

"Okay then," Angus said, "from whom are we stealing?"

"A Mr. Alexander Monroe. He has plenty of paintings in his house; so many that part of it is a museum." Everyone nodded their approval and gestured for me to go on. "He hires thieves to steal priceless paintings from other families-"

"Then puts them on display?" Gabrielle said, "That guy's an idiot."

"And keeps them hidden in the upper levels of his house." I shot Gabrielle a look. She ignored me and pulled a mirror out of her makeup bag.

"Our stealing from him comes in, where?" Simon said.

"The Petrelli family knows he steals paintings, but no one believes them. They were robbed last week and believe that Mr. Monroe has their painting. They went to my dad for help, and he pointed them in our direction."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up," Simon said, "Your dad passed up a job and gave it to us? Why on Earth would he do that?"

"Isn't it obvious Simon?" Hale said, "We did rob the Henley." Everyone smiled at the memory and gave an instant "I'm in."

Zach POV-

Dr. Steve was about to knock on the door, but I motioned him in before he could. "Is there something you need me to do, Dr. Steve?" I asked.

"Yes," he said. He looked a little flushed, something must be going on. "Mr. Goode there are three new students in the room next to yours, would you mind showing them around?"

"No, not at all." I said "I'll do it after I get unpacked." I bet these kids have no idea what this school is really about. Sucks to be them.

"No, go do it now Mr. Goode." Dr. Steve demanded. I gave him a bewildered look. "You will not need to unpack, and neither will they. Now please, just give them a tour." His face was becoming and even brighter shade of red. I decided it would be best to do what I was told so his blood sugar wouldn't drop.

He led me to the room next door. Inside was a boy who looked about my age with black hair and bright green eyes, and a younger boy (maybe thirteen or so) who had a very Italian look. He had dark, olive skin, black shaggy hair, and brown eyes. The last boy looked about my age as well and walked with a limp. What on Earth was a kid with a limp doing at spy school?

"Gentlemen," Dr. Steve said, "This is Zachary Goode. He will be your guide for the afternoon. Now if you will excuse me, I need to get some sugar in my veins." I watched Dr. Steve start making his way toward the east wing.

"Uh… Dr. Steve," I called. "The vending machines are that way." I pointed in the opposite direction at which he was going. He turned around and nodded his thanks to me. How Dr. Steve ended up at spy school is still lost on me. The kid with the limp would do better.

I turned back toward the new kids, having notice the crutches on one of the beds I assumed that the boy with the limp had a more permanent scar. They stood there awkwardly. I decided that they weren't going to talk until I did.

I stuck my hand out to the boy with the green eyes and said, "I'm Zach."

He shook my hand and said, "I'm Percy." I looked at the Italian kid and stuck my hand out to him.

"Again, I'm Zach." My usual smirk was painted across my face but he only gave me a death stare. I did my best not to shiver as he said the words. "Yeah, I'm Nico." He turned away and sat on one of the beds.

I put my hand to my side and the boy with the limp walked over to me. He nodded his head at me and said, "I'm Grover. Where do I give kids wedgies?" I laughed. Apparently we had gotten a kid with a limp that actually belonged in a detention center.

"Nowhere." I said. I couldn't stop laughing. It was either that, or he was the awesomest class clown EVER. I glance over at Percy, who was snickering as well. I even saw Nico crack a smile. "Come on, guys," I said while leading them down the hall, "First stop's the weaponry."

Grover is so naïve. Anyway, please review! Thanks!