I'm still here, don't worry although you are all going to kill me for starting another story while two are on the go... Still check it out, its called Soul Suspect (WIP title) it is based on The Crew plot but I changed things around for the plot with a gang take-over. Anyway I have left the cliff hanger for too long.
Chapter Ten - Nico
a wail of sirens brought me out of my thoughts as I was on my way to Science with the girls. I looked out of the main gates to see ambulances and unmarked dodge chargers and NYPD police cars driving towards the general direction of the safe house. My eyes widened as I sprinted towards my bike and kick started it leaving the two girls with confused looks on their faces. I screeched through the main gate as I followed closely behind to the NYPD cars and swerved through them all. I was told to pull over multiple times but I sped to the front, dangerous thing to do yes, but I needed to get up to the FBI chargers, our government ally. I slowed down with the front of the pack until we came to see two flaming wreckages. One a big bulky burnt out Cadillac and the other. I held my breath and my eyes widened at the sight of the flaming wreck of Percy's monaro. I slowed to a halt and swung my leg around the bike to hop off when all the NYPD Yelled,
"FREEZE, PUT YOUR HANDS OVER YOUR HEAD AND TURN AROUND AND LAY ON THE GROUND." I rolled my eyes at that and hopped off my bike as I yelled,
"I'M AGENT THIRTEEN FOR THE OLYMPIANS, STAND DOWN." I moved my leather jacket to show my belt with my badge hidden as the buckle, again dangerous yes, but most people believe it to be just a belt buckle. The FBI waved them down and the NYPD obeyed and dropped their weapons. I stalked over to the monaro and looked inside. Empty. I let out a sigh of relief only to realise that he wasn't anywhere in sight. There was gun fire coming from down one of the streets and everyone raised their weapons and advanced. I sprinted back to my bike and pulled out my Stygian iron plated M1911 and combat knife from its holster and advanced to the front of the pack where I led the group into a warehouse. More gun fire was heard from inside, fully automatic machine guns and a deep blasting sound from a certain persons desert eagle.
"Stay out here, cover all exits and don't shoot unless they are hostile." I told everyone as I advanced into the building alone. As I entered I was met by eerie silence and no sounds what so ever. Was it a decoy, a trap or trick? I thought to myself as I scanned my surroundings. I looked up high on the crates and cat walks along with the ground and behind. There was a bump from one of the crates and advanced cautiously, gun cocked and at the ready. I swung around the corner and pointed the muzzle into a familiar face.
So tempted to end it here and annoy the crap out of you all but I'm not that mean.
"Thalia, Annabeth? What the hell are you doing here?!" I whisper-yelled at them as they stared, stunned and scared at my gun pointed in their faces. I lowered the gun slightly and Thalia swallowed thickly, you could see her throat bob as she swallowed saliva, bile? and was breathing heavily.
"uhmm..." Thalia tried to form a coherent sentence and was about say something until Annabeth screamed at the top of her lungs,
"NICO." BANG. There was a gunshot from behind.
Now I'm mean. I know this is shorter than expected but I had to get this out of the way seen as it has been way to long. Anyway, check out Soul suspect, let me know what you think and Internet Dating will be updated soon. After the dinner date I'm going to fast forward to a week before the British GP so I can get the meeting the family thing out of the way. This will be updated on Wednesday. You have my word! Arcmelos.