Chapter Eleven

Pierre von Jacobs, also known as Percy Jackson, gazed after the quickly retreating figure of the blonde. He chuckled softly. The girl had seem so flustered when she met him. He couldn't believe his disguise worked, but then again, last time the cocky girl had seen him, he was a messy haired Nazi officer with green eyes and a five o'clock shadow. Now he was a rich, perfectly combed haired blue eyed hunk.

Not that I wasn't one before, he thought with a grin.

Dinner wore on and soon, all stomachs were stuffed. He could tell that the twins, Bobby and Matthew, were done because of the way they fidgeted in their seats every two seconds. He had no doubt that if they were given the word, the boys would be out of their seats and off to do whatever crazy thing the eight-year olds had come up with.

He turned to the master of the table who was chatting casually with his wife as he finished off the remnants of his meal. When there was a pause in the conversation, he decided to take his chance and clear his throat.

All eyes turned toward him. "Yes Pierre?" Frederick asked.

"If isn't too much to ask sir, may I see you after dinner. I have something to discuss with you that my father would rather have stay private," Percy added to support his alias' story.

The master of the house nodded. "We could go now if you like," he said folding his napkin. He looked to his wife for permission and she nodded in acknowledgement. "You are excused," she said.

Frederick smiled and rose from his seat, gesturing for Percy to follow him. Percy was lead through the house in a hallway adjacent to dining room and soon found himself standing before a wooden door marked, 'Office.'

Frederick opened the door and beckoned for Percy to enter as he took a seat behind a large mahogany desk. "Now, what is that you need?"

Percy turned and locked the door. "Sir, as I told you out in the entrance hall, this meeting is of the utmost importance."

The blonde man's lips pursed in concern and he tapped the front of his desk to encourage Percy to sit. Taking a seat in the cushioned chair, Percy took a deep breath. "Sir, I told you before that my name is not von Jacobs. I also told you that I'm a Nazi sent here by the general. However, I did not inform you of my rank and my purpose for being here," he said.

Frederick waved his hand for Percy to continue and the raven-haired boy obliged. "I will not tell you of my true name as that may compromise the mission should you let it slip. But I will tell you of my rank as Lieutenant Colonel. Why am I here? I was sent by General Grace to keep tabs on your daughter by dwelling in your home for an unknown period of time."

The blonde's eyebrows knit in confusion. "What has my daughter done to deserve such precautions?"

"Sir, I regret to inform you that your daughter is an active participant in the Austrian Resistance."

Frederick's eyes widened in shock and he sunk back in his seat. This couldn't be happening. His own flesh and blood had betrayed him. "Why? How can this be? I know my relationship with her hasn't been the best since her mother left but this, joining a group insurgents?"

"I am sorry sir, but I must also say that she is not only a participant, but a major leader in the Salzburg portion of the rebellion. We were able to capture her but her identity is only known by General Grace and myself. Knowing that execution could disgrace your family name and threaten the National Socialist Party's cause, we have decided to spare her and keep close watch on her while allowing her to stay home," Percy continued.

Frederick cradled his head in his hands. So much shame, so much betrayal. He looked up. "Is that all?"

"No sir," Percy replied. "As I have told you before, I am going to watch her. Should we catch her taking part in rebellious motives, action will be taken. For the most part though, life will return to how it was before you knew about her actions. However, I suggest that you keep her out of the public eye for a while and allow her rehabilitate. As for me, you only know me as Pierre and you will refer to my story and alias when you speak to me or of me in public. No one else will know of this conversation. Clear?" he concluded.

Frederick nodded numbly, staring at his desk. It was too much to absorb at once. Yesterday his daughter was a normal daughter of the elites. Sure she was rebellious but what teenager wasn't? Now he knew that her behavior had taken on a new level of rebellion. His image of her had been shattered. By rebelling against the National Socialists, she was betraying him. But he had to keep everything as it was before. Nothing would change.

He looked up into the piercing blue eyes of 'Pierre.' This man was a secret, an artificial identity. He had a Nazi officer in his home and he didn't even know his real name.

Annabeth lay on her bed in her nightgown, her blonde hair fanning out on her pillow. She felt ridiculous. This whole thing was ridiculous. She knew she was living in the palm of the Nazi's hand. One wrong move and she'd be crushed in their grip. She wondered why they hadn't just faked her death in the first place and skipped over this whole complicated scheme.

Guess the Nazis aren't as smart as they think, she thought with a smirk. Then a thought occurred that made the smile melt off her face. But Percy had mentioned faking my death. He could have killed me if he wanted to. My argument would have made no difference if he had.

She was confusing herself, and she didn't like it. Why would a Nazi officer who had murdered 20 men in minutes spare her? Maybe it's because I'm a girl, she thought thinking of male hormones.

Or maybe it's because he's not the barbaric Nazi you think he is.

Annabeth shot up in bed. That thought had come out of no where. It was ingrained in her mind that every Nazi was evil. Every Nazi was ruthless. Every Nazi was loyal to Hitler. But Percy had done something quite confusing when he spared her, when he chose to send her to her family instead of having her killed in the middle of the night on the side of the road. That would have made things easier, no doubt about that. Yet he had chosen otherwise. Maybe he had pity, she thought.

She grit her teeth at that thought. She didn't need pity. She was independent, she could live on her own.
But you would have died if he had said the word.

Annabeth shook this thought from her mind. She was willing to die for her comrades, but she had to admit. Going on the mission was idiotic. Thalia had told her not to and even if she hadn't gone the Nazis would have escaped. It was inevitable truth. She was foolish. The whole reason she was supposed to stay behind was to stay out of the public eye and the next thing she does is something that could have gotten her and her family killed.

She sighed and collapsed back onto her bed, staring at the ceiling. "What have I gotten myself into?" she wondered aloud.

Suffice to say her night was not peaceful.

Author's Note: And there you go! I think the explaining part of the story for the most part is over so now we can get on with the story and more into what you really want. (Hint: Begins with a Perc, ends with an abeth and-okay if you don't know what it is you might want to get that checked out) Any-who, thanks for reading and all the REVIEWS. Geez, I don't think I've had that many reviews since like...NEVER! Thanks a lot guys! You rock! But don't stop there, your reviews are like a chocolate fountain, something you always want to keep flowing so PLEASE REVIEW! Doesn't take much! :)