After the incident, Annabeth led Sniper and Medic out of the infirmary into the deck, which was connected to a building she referred to as "The Big House". Two men were sitting there playing cards. She introduced them as Chiron and Mr. D, the camp directors.
Mr. D asked if they knew how to play Pinochle. Medic knew but Sniper didn't. Chiron asked Annabeth to get them some coffee which she did, and then left. The three started to play, and Sniper stood, leaning on the railing, drinking his coffee.
Chiron tried starting a conversation, but Medic cut him short: "I von't speak of anything, and so vill my associate, until I have my Medigun and heal my teammates."
"But please, we must know why you are here before we let you have access to your weapons." Chiron insisted.
"Ze Medigun is not a veapon! It'z an advanced technological device zat heals vounds and limbz!" Medic said, annoyed.
"Then I'll ask you to prove it." Chiron said.
"Fine, no problem. Zis is vot I vanted to do in ze first place."
"Yes, yes, we'll get to that, little mortal, but let's first finish playing." Mr. D interferred, "I also believe I am winning."
"I believe you are rong." Medic said.
"What do you…" Mr. D stopped, dropping his jaw, and stared at Medic who tallied up his points.
"Vell? Let'z get to business, shall ve?" Medic stood up, "Come on, Sniper, get moving."
"I'm going to get some rest." Mr. D grumbled with a voice full of anger, clearly outraged that a mortal had beaten him.
"Vat? Did zis elitist never get the feel of losing?" Medic asked as they walked away.
"No no, I have beaten him a few times, but he never loosed to a mortal." Chiron said.
"Vill he take revenge at me for zat?" Medic worried.
"Well no, if he was a less honorable person he would, but I think he could live with it, although it will probably bother him for some time."
"Votever. Anyvay, is zis the place?" Medic asked as they approached a big metal shed with two guards.
"Yes. Just remind me how does this Medigun of yours look like?"
"Like a modified fire hose nozzle which is connected vith a pipe to a backpack vith a blue cross on it."
Chiron ordered the guards to get the Medigun out. "Now, how do you use it?"
"Vell it only vorks on people zat have blue clothing or armor. So unless you vant to vaste your time changing clothes, give it to me."
Chiron hesitated for a few seconds, and then gave it to the doctor: "You seem like an decent guy, so I'll trust you."
"Gut, danke." Medic wore the backpack and flicked a switch to turn the Medigun on. "Now, how vould you like me to prove it works?"
"Why not try this on your wounded teammates?"
They walked back to the infirmary. A Hispanic teenage boy was standing guard instead of Clarisse. Chiron explained that he had changed the guard because he didn't want any more trouble if anyone else woke up.
"Hello Chris, can you open the door for us please?"
"Yes, sir." Chris opened the door and let the mercs and Chiron in.
"So, who is the most… friendly man in your group?" Chiron asked.
"Hmm… I'd say Engineer, right Sniper?"
"Yeah," Sniper responded "He's kind of a good ol' boy."
"Fine. Show me your abilities, doctor." Chiron said.
Medic aimed the Medigun at Engineer's body. His right leg and hipbone were broken. Medic pulled the trigger and a blue beam of energy connected to Engi's body. Immediately, the limp body tightened up. The sleeping man sighed and a look of relief spread on his face.
"Fascinating" Chiron looked on in amazement.
"Now, I shouldn't vake him 'cause he needs more rest, but since I'm eager to introduce him to you, I hope he vill forgive me." Medic shook Engineers body gently "Hey, Dell! Vake up!"
Engineer opened his eyes slowly: "Hey Doc, Sniper. How's it going?"
"Com'on, Texan. Get up, we got a job." Sniper said.
"Do you trust me now?" Medic asked Chiron.
"I suppose so. Go, heal your teammates. Then we'll discuss your presence here in more detail."
"Deal", Medic said, hurrying to tend to his teammates while Sniper helped Engineer get up.
