That was two months ago, and my plan was finally ready.

"Hey Anna?" Madison asked, hesitantly, that night. I looked up from my chicken and swallowed the current bitte in my mouth.

"Ken?" I replied trying not to smile, because I knew what she was going to ask me.

"Well, there's this thing at school and I was wondering if you would be my parent for parent day since mom can't and dad's away." She said all in one breath.

I let a small laugh out and nodded. "Yes Madison, I would love to."

The next day I called my father to ask him what I was going to say to the class. I would love to actually tell them what I did, but I needed his blessing first. "Ah! Navah! How are you my darling?" His voice answered after the third ring.

"Shalom aba." I greeted back. "I have a question."

"Proceed." He offered with enthusiasm, so I told him about Madison and about the parent day. "Well, go show them what a real mom looks like." Before I could thank him, he hung up. I hmmed at my phone and placed it in my pocket, walking into the building.

"Class!" Ms. Cordell called out to calm the chattering class full of not only the normal kids but now one to two middle aged adults standing by each desk. "Now that everyone is here, we can start. We'll go down the alphabet, Gabby, you're first."

There were about six kids who showed their parents off, two only having one parent. The occupations presented were common; a lawyer, telemarketer, even a wrestler, and nearly all the wives were stay at home bums who didn't do anything.

Then it was Madison's turn. "Madison Chase."

I patted the young girl sitting on my lap in reassurance. She stood while dragging me behind her. "This is my foster mom, Annabeth Chase." She announced. "She's taking care of me while my daddy is in Iraq. She's a-"

"I can take it from here Maddi." I stopped her. She nodded and stood waiting like the rest of the class. I took a deep breath and started; passing across the room like I do in interrogations.

"Who has ever seen a gun before?" I finally asked. About seven or so hands went up, five were boys. "Alright, who has actually held a gun?" Two boys, who I remember their father was a cop, raised their hands. A few seconds after the lawyer stood up.

"What does this have to do with anything?" He asked annoyed.

"Overruled!" I exclaimed. I'd always wanted to say that. "Sit down!" Shocked, he looked down at his wife but none the less, sat down. I almost smiled. "As I was saying, not many of you have experience with firearms. I was shooting guns at age five."

Before any of the parents spoke up, and I saw a good portion of them open their mouths with appalled expressions, I continued. "Now, how many of you noticed my accent?"

Everyone of the kids raised their hands. "Does anyone know where it's from?"

"What is this, 20 questions?"

I ignored the obnoxious lawyer. "I was born in Israel, a country close to where Madison's father is fighting. It was there that I had my first job; an assassin."

There was an uproar of disagreement, but I kept going. "I moved to the United States for a new start, I got a job for the government, became a foster parent, and took in Madison." I smiled down at her.

"My current occupation is working with CSI as an investigator. Who knows what that stands for?"

I pointed at a young girl in the front row. "Crime Scene Investigation."

Nodding my head in conformation, I asked "Any questions?" Completely directed at the children, and not their parents.

I nodded at a young boy sitting in the second row. "Have you killed anyone?"

"I lost track at about a hundred, since there are not anymore questions-"

Enthusiastically, a small boy's hand shot up. He shook it like mad, his tongue came out of the corner of his mouth. Anything to get my attention. I actually smiled and called on him. "Can you show us something?"

I cocked my head to the side, "Like what, exactly, did you have in mind?"

I knew it was a bad idea as soon as I heard it, but somehow, ten minutes later the whole class was huddled behind me in anticipation; Madison stood nearly fifteen feet away with an apple on her head grinning like a mad man.

She was the only one that I felt comfortable throwing a knife at, also the only one that trusted my abilities. Besides, none of the other parents would let me throw a sharp object at their child's head.

Pansies.

I took out my knife and took less than five seconds to aim before I let the metal blade go in a perfect arc. It wedged itself into the soft flesh of the apple with precision, it fell to the ground behind her.

Maddi ran to me and hugged me while the other children piled around me, talking excitedly. It was then that I knew no matter how much their parents hated me, my plan was a success.

"How'd parent day go?" Percy asked as I sat down at my desk.

"Just as planned." I gave a half smile. "Everyone over the age of 10 hates me." Percy and Nico laughed and I smiled for real.

Chiron walked over from a desk on the other side of the room, "Oh good, you're back. Come on." Without hesitation we followed, bags on our shoulders.

To whoever sent that anynomous review about me being a 'boob' for not updating, I try, I really do. Its just, I have a little issue called life that gets in the way sometimes. Sorry.

So, I'm actually out of ideas for missions, so I'll have to get back to you on that ...

Always yours,

~Arty