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Chapter 11: Spy

POV: Annabeth

I was shot. Not literally shot but mentally. We had been hiking all day since an eight-hour bus ride and were only now approaching the camp boarders.

'What will the others think of me now?' I wondered as I stared at my paw like hands and blond fur. I could feel my tail brushing against the back of my legs as it swayed from side to side in time with my stride. I was a freak now. A dog faced, furry, and raw meat eating freak.

I shut my eyes to stop the tears from coming.

"You ok?" Mimic asked me from a few feet to my right.

"Yah." I lied, not wanting to talk right at that moment.

"Not much farther now." Maniac cut in from a few yards ahead of us. "Just over this next hill."

I knew he was right because I could smell the people and smoke from the hearth by the cabins. I could also hear the faint shouts of the campers.

'Only more proof that I'm a freak now.' I thought bitterly. 'I can smell and hear them long before I even get to the top of half-blood hill.'

"Jeez, they stink." I muttered as I fought the urge to cover my nose.

"Most people do." Maniac responded. "You'll get used to it."

As we came over the top of the hill I could see camp life was still running normally, with the exception of the assault/fire arms training that Maniac and stealth had set up by the forest tree line.

"Welcome home." Maniac said with a small smile on his face as he shot me a sideways glance.

I smiled, not wanting to think about what it might look like with a muzzle, and started to walk down into the camp.

As we walked down the hill I could hear an alarm being sounded in the camp.

"You hear that?" I asked Maniac.

He nodded as Mimic gave me a questioning look.

"Hear what?" He asked.

"Camp's alarm is sounding." Maniac answered. "Somethings going on."

Without another word we took off running towards the camp to try and help, only to be surprised to see the campers were apparently running towards us.

"Where's the threat?" I asked as I looked around to find it without breaking stride.

Maniac frowned before skidding to a stop.

"Ah, shit." He muttered. "Hit the deck!"

I would have given him a weird look but he tackled me before I had the chance.

"What the hell?!" I screamed at him as he tackled me.

Just then a roar of gun fire erupted as led landed all around us.

"They think we're with the School!" Maniac shouted, shoving me to the side in time to dodge a three-round burst.

"What the hell do we do?" Mimic shouted from his prone position on the other side of Maniac. "There's no cover here!"

"Just keep your head down!" Maniac ordered as he made a move to stand up, hands raised in surrender as the Demigods charged us, rifles ablaze and rounds landing all around us.

He was almost standing when a round passed through his right shoulder, spraying Mimic and I with his blood.

"Maniac!" I shouted in shock as he landed on his back.

I quickly crawled over to him and inspected his wound.

I sighed as I realized it was only a flesh wound. Nothing important was hit.

"You're going to be fine." I told him as I placed pressure on his wound to stop the bleeding. "It's just a flesh wound."

He nodded but I could tell his jaw was tense as he tried to bite back the pain.

Flesh wound or not, getting shot can't be fun.

It was about this time that I felt a heavy boot on my back, kicking me to the floor next to Maniac, and a rifle barrel being pressed to the back of my head.

"No!" Maniac grunted as I heard the safety of the weapon being switched off.

"Maniac?" The person pressing the gun to my head asked.

"Stand down!" Maniac ordered as he gripped his shoulder to try and stop the bleeding.

"This is an Eraser!" The kid, who I now recognized the voice as Jack, protested.

"That's Annabeth!" Maniac screamed at the boy. "So, put the dam gun away!"

I felt the rifle being pulled away from my head.

"Annabeth?" He asked, sounding horrified.

"Get a medic." I told him as I placed pressure on Maniac's wound. "Now!"

"On it." Jack said as he took off in a sprint.

"Just hang in there." I told Maniac. "The doc will bring some pain killers and you'll be good as new."

He laughed with a pained expression on his face.

"Find Stealth." He told me. "Tell her I'm ok."

I nodded.

"You got it." I told him as I heard footsteps running up the hill towards us.

They put Maniac on a stretcher and carried him off down the hill.

Once they were out of ear shot I turned to Mimic.

"Who's the other spy?" I asked him. "Was the spy with the group who shot at us?"

He shrugged.

"Like I said I never met the spy." He said. "Until they reveal them self all I can do is pretend to be bomber to get them to come out of hiding."

I nodded as more footsteps approached us. I could smell animal DNA in them.

I looked over my shoulder to see Max and Fang sprinting towards us.

"Hay!" Max called out in excitement until she got a look at my face.

Her expression changed to rage.

"Where's Annabeth?!" She demanded as Fang charged me.

"Stop!" I shouted as he tackled me. "I'm Annabeth!" I told him as he pulled back his hand to punch me.

He froze and locked eyes with me.

"What the hell did they do to you?" He asked in a low, angry, tone.

"Mixed me with wolf DNA." I told him. "I'm stuck like this now."

As he helped me up I locked eyes with Max, who's expression was a mix of pity and horror.

'I don't need your pity.' I thought to myself as my brain froze, realizing the scowls Twitch used to give me whenever someone would show him sympathy or pity.

Twitch!

"Where's Twitch?" I asked Max.

"Probably in the forest." She said. "He takes a lot of long walks now. Maybe you can snap him out of whatever funk he's in."

That's when she noticed Mimic.

"Who's this?" She asked.

I was going to answer when a voice cut me off.

"Bomber?"

I turned to my right to find Stealth staring at him in shock.

"You're alive?" She asked.

I glanced back at Mimic, noticing the look he was giving me. The silent message was clear. We don't know who the spy is.

"Yah," He told Stealth, breaking off eye contact with me. "Good to see you Lieutenant."

She gave him a funny look, slightly taken aback. She stayed silent for a moment before she spoke.

"Don't call me that." She told him. "Unless you want me to do to you what I did to Gunny during training."

Mimic looked embarrassed and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Sorry." He told her. "I really don't want that."

As he finished the sentence Stealth tackled him, drawing a combat knife off of her belt and moving to stab him in the face.

Luckily, he had good reflexes and grabbed her wrist, holding off the attack.

"Stealth!" I yelled at her. "Let him go!"

"This isn't Bomber!" Stealth screamed at me. "I beat the shit out of Maniac's brother in training, not Gunny!" She leaned closer to Mimic. "You should have known that." She growled in his ear.

"There's a spy." I told her as she continued to try to stab Mimic with the knife. "He was sent by the School to meet up with one that's already here."

She glared at me.

"And that's supposed to make me trust him?" She demanded. "I don't recall you having this much fur. How do I know you're even the real Annabeth?!"

I just stared her down, not knowing how to answer that.

"He switched sides." I told her. "It's not his fault they made him a clone of Bomber but if he blows his cover then there is no hope of finding the spy and more people will be kidnapped."

She stared me down for a moment, not pulling the knife away from Mimic's neck.

"Where's Maniac?" She demanded.

"Getting treated for a bullet wound." I told her. "We took fire from the campers when we came over the hill."

"Not surprised." She said. "There's been a lot of paranoia since you two went missing and you don't exactly look like a friendly now."

I felt my shoulders sag at her words.

I was a monster now. A freak of nature that not even the other mutants would want to be around.

"Can you get off me now?" Mimic asked from his spot under Stealth.

She glared at him.

"I don't even know you." She told him. "So why would I let you into camp?"

"Well," He began. "I'm Mimic. Maniac helped me pick that name, and I want to help catch the spy that took him and Annabeth."

Stealth considered this for a moment before nodding.

She stood up and let him up, not offering him a hand.

"So, who's this spy?" She asked.

"We don't know." I admitted. "The spy is supposed to contact him, so unless he keeps up the cover of being Bomber, we won't know who it is."

Stealth didn't look happy but nodded as she turned back to Max and Fang.

"I know Fang's not the spy." She said. "He hasn't left camp since we got here so they haven't had time to swap him for a fake." She then turned to Max. "You on the other hand, went with us on the raid before Annabeth and Maniac were taken." She paused. "For all we know you're the spy. You could have nocked Max out during the chaos of the fire fight and took her place."

Max looked insulted.

"Fuck you Stealth." She growled. "I thought we've known each other long enough to figure out when someone's been replaced with a clone or something!"

"Yah," Fang said with a chuckle. "With how spotty their training of Mimic is, they'd probably have Max 2.0 cook breakfast or something."

Max had a light hearted but indignant look at that.

"Ok, so I'm not a fabulous cook!" She responded.

"It could be one of the campers that we recued." I said. "That would ensure that no questions would be asked and it also limits the risk of getting caught during the switch."

Stealth nodded in agreement before she looked horrified.

"No." She murmured.

"What?" I asked.

"Max," Stealth began. "Where did Twitch go after we got back from the raid?"

Max's eyes bugged out of her head.

"He pointed to the bathroom and ran off." She said, then glanced at me. "He was gone for a while but I chocked it up to just getting out of the cage."

I felt my heart sink.

"You think he's the clone?" I asked.

Max shrugged as Fang scowled.

"It would make sense." Stealth said. "More so than him being resurrected."

"Maybe they did bring him back but he's in a different lab." I said hopefully. "Or maybe this is really him."

Stealth looked unconvinced but shrugged.

"Maybe." She said.

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