"The deadliest predator is the one you cannot see."
- Evie Frye

"PERCY!" Annabeth screamed. She ran from the standard, tackling me onto the arena floor and kissed me. On. The. Lips. I was officially pissed. No, I was beyond pissed. It's not enough that to force me into a pissing contest, no, he had to reveal my identity to the entire camp as well. Including Annabitch. Yup, her name has gone back to Annabitch.

I kicked her off of me. Extremely violently. Let's just say she went flying really far *cough* 50 feet *cough*. "TENERE IL CAZZO FUORI DI ME! (KEEP THE FUCK OFF ME!)" I screamed in fury. She betrayed me years ago and now she dares to KISS ME?! The campers were still in shock. I took several deep breaths to calm down. "Director Chiron, when will the Roman arrive in Camp Half-Blood?" Somehow my oddly formal voice held more anger than my outburst.

Chiron flinched. "About three hours."

"Good. Send the Nike girl in three and a half hours to our cabin then. That's when we'll have our meeting with the Romans in the meeting room. Buona giornata (Good day)."

The Assassins silently filed out behind me, shooting glares at everyone. Evie with particular vindication. I wonder why. As clueless as ever. When we got to our cabin, I opened the door and collapsed on the closest surface. Luck, or maybe Chaos, I dunno, was on my side as a convenient armchair was right next to the door. Upon seeing the interior, Evie, who was in the doorway, froze.

"Can you admire it later and let us in?" Asked a peeved Jacob. That seemed to shake Evie out of her stupor and she sat down on another armchair. Everyone filed in and sat down on armchairs or couches. So the last one in, Elise closed the door after her.

We were in the sort of main room area. It was a combination of a dining room, lounge, and meeting room. There was a kitchen off to the east and everything seemed to carry the white and black with red trim theme. We had a black shaggy carpet that stopped at the checkered kitchen tiles, and hardwood stairs. On the east side, there is a dining table that couples as a meeting table made of pinewood with matching chairs, one for each person, no more, no less. On the west side is a bunch of armchairs and couches upon which we are currently sprawled. Bookshelves lined the walls apart from the far west wall where there is a fireplace instead. The bookshelves held everything from The Codex to Harry Potter. The stairs is between the east and west sides, dividing the two areas. It was of hardwood with two storage areas under the staircase, one for each area. The kitchen had black and white, checkerboard tiles and hardwood cupboards with granite tops. There was an oven, stove, microwave, and fridge. The cupboards and fridge were already stocked according to the not on the fridge. A kitchen counter with several bar stools separated the kitchen and dining areas.

On the second floor there was no carpet, only hardwood. Everyone had a small bedroom with their name on the door. In each was a bed, bedside table, desk, wardrobe, and wall of preferred weaponry. There were also three bathrooms with separate toilets.

3 and a half hours later

The daughter of Nike knocked on our door. "Meeting." She said, not looking into our eyes. I just nodded, distracted, mentally preparing myself for a disaster. Thankfully, I had gotten Chaos to make me a new hoodie that was now cut-proof.

"Let's go."

Word count: 604. Published: 9:53 EST. 13th, December, 2015