Chapter Six

"Depends. Who the hell are the teenagers who can beat up two, highly skilled grown men." Agent Ehart asked. He still seemed pissed about getting pushed around by a couple of seventeen-year-olds.

"So you don't know what we are?" Percy asked. I gave a heavy sigh and resisted the urge to judo flip him. Again. He can't just go around asking people if they knew what we are. As brilliant as he was, he could be quite an idiot.

"So you admit you're not human?" Agent Greer inquired. There it is! How to play this, how to play this…

"So admit there are things that aren't human?" I responded with fake confidence, "You aren't even real FBI, are you."

Agent Ehart smirked, "How did you guess?"

"Who are you?"

"Who are you, Miss I'm not human?" Agent Ehart shot back.

"Dean-" Agent Greer muttered. "Maybe this'll be a lot less complicated if we knew what we were dealing with," he turned to me, "And vice-versa."

I smirked, "Fine. You first."

"Hunters, kid. We're hunters." Agent Ehart said, sounding tired.

I stared at him blankly, "I'm sorry, what?"

"Not-humans who don't know what hunters are?" Agent Ehart laughed, "Who even are you?"

"Who said I'm not human?" I asked.

"Your boyfriend." Agent Greer laughed.

I shot Percy an angry look and he shrugged apologetically.

"Look," Agent Greer stated. "We're not only hunters. We're also Men of Letters. Maybe you know what that is?"

"Men… of Letters?" We all turned to stare at the voice that said it. Chiron. "The Men of Letters were destroyed in 1958.

Agent Ehart shrugged, "Yeah, well we started it again."

"Um," Will asked, "What are Men of Letters?"

"Over-glorified librarians,"Chiron said thoughtfully, "They study all sorts of monsters, mythical creatures and basically things that shouldn't exists. But, you don't know what they are?"

"So?" Agent Greer responded.

Chiron shrugged, "I expected if you were come here you would already know what you were dealing with. I mean, you must have used some warding to get past our borders in the first place, and what other reason would you have to come here other than to… study us."

"Um, to investigate?" Agent Greer said, "We get word of a strange things happening here. Unexplained deaths and such. We come up north to see what's going on. That's in our job description."

"And," Agent Ehart interrupted, "we're pretty… tied up here. Might as well tell us who you are."

"I'm Percy, that's Annabeth and that's Will." Percy responded snidely.

"Oh come off it, we've done our part," Agent Greer sighed, "Tell us what you are."

"Percy…" My voice warned.

"It's alright," he smirked, giving me a wink. I rolled my eyes. "We're demigods."