A/N: Sorry was on vacation

"Come on man!" Dain said pleadingly as he knelt before his best friend and fellow hero.

"No! I told you before, it's not finished! If we use that thing for transit to New York then we could be stranded if it breaks down," was Drake's stern reply and to emphasize it he pushed past Dain and headed into Argus's room in the Big House.

"Damn," was the curse Dain used to voice his disappointment before he got up to follow his friend.

Clear had left the boys to go pack for the short trip they were planning to the NYPD CSI lab. Dain had an older sister there that would let them use the nationwide fingerprint database to find their prey.

"Hey Argus," Drake said as he saw the camp security director.

Of course the many eyed man didn't say anything. Instead he turned every eye on his body that was facing Drake's direction on him, it was kind of disturbing.

"Well, you see we need a ride to New York, New York," Drake continued, "We have a contact there that can help us track down who murdered Vincent. We can get a ride to where we need to go after that."

Argus gave an affirmative grunt and left the room.

A loud crash sounded on the outskirts of Manhattan. A building had collapsed for no apparent reason and three teens stood in front of said building, weapons in hand. Humans ran all about and screaming, "Terrorists!" The Mist was grand wasn't it?

"Drake! Gamma attack attack formation!" Dain yelled as he charged the beast before seemingly ducking to avoid a bite of its snapping jaw. This was a deception; Dain was actually getting in position for Drake to use him as a spring board. Dain threw his friend right at the monster and stood back to watch his plan unfold.

Drake swung his huge hammer left and right as he flew, fending off the the many hungry mouths that bit at him. The son of Hephaestus didn't hit them hard enough for them to go flying off but just enough to take them out the fight. His highly toned upper body strength from years of pounding on metal came in handy on this attack. Drake didn't try to kill the beasts; no, that wasn't the plan.

He pounded and flew his way to land on the back of his enemy and sat down to watch the show. Several heads had bitten each other, and slowly the fights spread from head to head. Before long the monster was tearing itself to shreds and Drake's job of making sure that happened was over. He jumped off the blue hydra's back and was caught by a strange vine that had just grown there.

All three teens looked and watched as the hydra ran down the street, biting and tearing at itself. Clear, arms crossed, couldn't help but glance over at the son of Athena and think, Gods, he's brilliant.

Dain shrugged, not noticing Clear was blushing, "Have I ever told you how awesome you and that hammer of yours are?" Dain asked clapping his best friend on the shoulder.

Drake had by now sat down on the ground to relieve his weak legs and looked up at Dain, "You could stand to mention it a bit more." In his sitting state the large hammer he held next to him was about as tall as he was, with a head as broad as his shoulders. It had intricate designs of battles of heroes fighting monsters on both sides. Drake looked at and smiled at the beauty, "My dad gave me this a long time ago... a long long time ago..."

"Well I'm hungry, lets hit that McDonald's over there, I'd bet twenty drachmas that Hydra came from there and I haven't had a Big Mac in years," Dain said as he arrogantly strutted past the crowd that was forming.

"Come on," Clear said as she helped Drake get up, "We need to hide... Even if it is a McDonald's."

Drake nodded and hit a button on his huge hammer and it shrunk to the size of a modern nail hammer. He hooked it onto the hammer loop of his carpenter jeans and started off to follow Dain, "You know it must stink to be him."

"Why?" Clear asked, her curiosity peaked.

"Because, he has to compete with a black man with a huge hammer and all he's got is a puny dagger," Drake smirked at his joke and laughed when Clear gave him the disgusted eye roll.

The young woman mumbled something under her breath and ran to catch up with Dain.

Dain was right, of course, that particular hydra had been the monster that had guarded this franchise. The three had been able to eat at a McDonald's, not something half-bloods did very often, and hide from the cops that where investigating the commotion outside.

Before long the heroes where able to sneak off to where they were headed without gaining any felonies, or ending up on the 9 O' clock news.

A/N: I would like to announce a regular schedule of updates, otherwise I won't get any done... PROCASTINATORS UNIT... tomorrow... okay they will be up every Friday or Thursday so be happy!!

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