Percy watched in awe as Tyson ran right into the Los Muertos gang,screaming his famous war cry,Peanut Butter .

He was Percy's biological brother . His BIG brother .

Percy hadn't seen his older brother or his actual dad for at least ten years .

And yet here Tyson was,defending him

and Luke against one of the most dangerous criminals in New York with just a potato gun .

Oh wait,I said just . Did I say that it launched potatoes at the speed of a bullet?

Tyson fired wildly,and in turn,hit one of them in the groin . He lay on the floor,groaning . OUCH .

"PERCY!"

Percy cane to his senses . Tyson was giving them time to escape,not watch as the gangsters were mowed down by deadly vegetables . Pain,but healthy!

Luke ran by,grabbed Percy by the hand and pulled him out of the alley .

Tyson was still firing,and by the looks of it,this was the most fun he had in his life . His face was full of laughter . How he could be laughing when a really dangerous gang of potato-throwing thieves Percy didn't know .

Oh,I didn't say that . They already had started to recover,picking up potatoes and throwing them back at Tyson,giving him a taste of his own medicine(or potatoes) .

Tyson backed up,ran towards them shouting,"GO,GO,GO!"

They scrambled out of the alley,making their way back to the apartment,hoping to lose them in the crowd . Luckily,the swarm of tourists was to big for them to catch up .

(Ok,I'm gonna take a break off this story for a while . I am starting a new story that takes place after the war with Gaia in heroes of olympus . GUBBAYE!)