A/N: Hope everyone who celebrates it has had a happy Easter. I'm back with another chapter here, hope that everyone enjoyed the new narration last chapter. I'm feeling much more comfortable with the style now, so most definitely I will be keeping up with the Third Person View. Anyways last chapter we've found out Mori has resurrected Samson's brothers, and it ended with him mercy killing William. As far as enemies go, he was certainly weak. However… we did see he got upgraded somehow. If the weakest of Samson's brothers could throw him and Annabeth around… then the stronger one's are certainly much more frightening.

Hope you guys enjoy this next chapter;

~Trax


Spring 2011

Following the…tragedy of the assault on the base, Samson, Annabeth and Bianca gather whatever important things that they can before potential reinforcements from some other bases can counter attack.

The armor on the van mostly fell off from the attack the helicopter dealt, much to Samson's chagrin. It's not enough his most beloved sibling had to be killed, now one of the last good memories from his wife Mori has been horribly damaged.

William's body was taken during the evacuation, Samson wishes to burn the body with full honors once they return to camp. A hard drive full of intel was recovered from the headquarters and the helicopter Ivan stole also followed the escape van as it travels back to New York.

Annabeth took helm in the driver's seat for Samson along the few days travel on the highways. She was more then grateful they were never ambushed by any monsters or assassins hired by Mori, but the uneasiness in her stomach never left her the entire time.

Bianca has been the one comforting Samson the most while Annabeth was busy driving, and while she's grateful for the younger girl's support, she would much prefer it was her handling Samson right now.

It's very tiring for the Daughter of Athena to handle mourning individuals as much as she has, but for any member of her family she will struggle through it.

In the passing moments when Annabeth could spend time seeing how her brother was doing, her fears were proven true. His once shining silvery eyes have become dull, his happiness and mirth has been all but crushed by the horror of slaying his own kin.

It took a few days, but the little mismatched caravan finally arrived back at Camp Half Blood. It was a fairly big uproar when Ivan landed a military helicopter in camp, but Annabeth managed to calm Chiron down when she said they'll keep it stored at Samson's house eventually.

Of course, she never told her old mentor she has no idea how since the portal to Samson's home is through a drape curtain in the back of his van.

Following the return to camp, Samson has taken to holding himself up in the study of the Athena cabin, only coming out every so often to work on his van or the helicopter which thankfully both of which can still function fine with only some minor repairs. Well, for the helicopter maybe, the van needs a new body.

For several days, Samson's mood never seemed to improve. However, a meeting with a certain like-minded Child of Hephaestus helped spur him down the right path. Unlikely friends they'll become, but like minded individuals have always seemed drawn to one another. Family will always be the most unlikely ones, this is a lesson Samson has learned even if he's unaware of it.


Leo Valdez is an excitable child, he tells this to everyone who meets him. When he heard that a famous demigod renowned for making awesome magical gadgets was back in camp he was ecstatic.

This is his chance to meet the legend and maybe even learn some things!

Though he had the chance to much earlier, he was a little embarrassed actually. Leo accidentally cursed his entire cabin, and no it wasn't his fault!- with insanity when he messed around with The Mystic's awesome sunglasses. He's really not sure if they would be mad at him or not, so he hung back while he was here before he sent off to the arena.

But thanks to some loving scolding from Nyssa, Leo has found himself with the courage to talk to the immortal demigod.

Leo has seen Samson only a little bit over the past few days, but he found his chance to speak with him while the man was doing some work on the sweet helicopter he brought to camp.

There was no one around besides the two of them, and Leo was thankful for the incidental privacy. He's just a tiny nervous, but he'd never tell anyone that!

"Yo! What's uh-up?!" Leo snaps and does finger guns at Samson with a unsure chuckle, famous Leo grin forefront as he does his best to seem cool.

Samson stops messing with some damaged wires and slowly turns his head to glance at the boy. His eyebrows furrow as his bloodshot eyes quint at, and recognize the camper who fucked around with Oculus.

He may be a little salty with the boy, but he doesn't really care too much. After all, he wouldn't have found his stuff if Leo been the catalyst for it all.

"Hey… Leo, right? Counselor of Cabin nine?"

"Yup! Right on the money there! Look I just want to… apologize for dicking around with your stuff. No hard feelings, right?"

Samson keeps his gaze on Leo for a moment. The smith fidgets under his gaze, having minor flashbacks to Annabeth giving him the same stare.

"Yeah…yeah, we're cool."

Samson goes back to his business rewiring, he's exhausted at this point and he'd like to get his things fixed before trying to open up the hard drive Annabeth got from the base and going after Mori again.

Leo's smile falters, his feelings just a tiny bit hurt. If he's honest, he's a little disappointed right now. Here is a legendary magician and smith looking all forlorn and ignoring everyone around him.

But even more then that, Leo feels disappointed with himself. He talked with Annabeth when she came back with him… with the body of a demigod. She told him the story about how his brainwashed wife resurrected his siblings from his time and turned them against him, and how Samson has to kill them to free them from some freaky spell.

The funeral for the body was sad, though the one who did most of the crying was Samson, with Chiron looking close to maybe shedding a tear himself. Afterwards The Mystic withdrew to his cabin, only coming out for a few things or project. It's a sorry state to see someone in, but Leo knows when one needs help the most.

Leo, surprisingly, thinks he can relate to the magician. He too has lost all of his family; his mother to Gaea, his entire lineage to his witch of an aunt. So he gets it, he really does. Leo has had time to accept his family has left him behind, Samson's only had a few days.

He comes around the side of the helicopter and starts helping Samson with the wiring. Samson glances at Leo before mumbling a thanks and working alongside him.

Both are silent for a while as they work on the vehicle, but slowly over the course of the day they begin opening up some more. Hard work is said to bring people together, and fellow craftsman are well known for becoming compatriots.

"Yup, the Argo II is the best thing I've ever worked on! Two hundred feet long, repeating crossbows and of course... a bronze dragon head at the front! You should have seen it, it was beautiful. Too bad thunder beard-" Cue angry thunder rumbling overhead, "-launched it across the world and destroyed the whole thing!"

"Damn dude, that sucks! Have you thought about making another one? Firepower like that would be pretty handy for camp, would never have to worry about an attack again."

"Eh, maybe? It took me forever to build it the first time, and back then I happened to have the resources available. Getting all of the stuff again would take forever, and that's even if the gods let me. I doubt they'd be happy to hear about demigods producing weapons like that."

"Whelp, I suppose you have a point. Still, you've done great work. Funny enough, I have a boat too. Mine couldn't fly, it was just a modified corvette from world war two."

"Oh yeah, that metal war-beast! It's still hanging out by the beach I think. The girls there charge for tours and weapon testing. They're making bank last I checked."

Samson snorts indignantly, "Not surprised. Ornea's bad with money so she'll do just about anything to make profit. I'm surprised she didn't try this scheme earlier."

Leo motions to the seats inside of the fixed up helicopter and the both of them sit down and relax. Leo opens his tool belt and pulls out two bottles of beer. Samson raises an eyebrow but takes the drink and takes a few sips, surprised by the chill of it.

"It's… cold?"

"Yeah I don't know either, they just kind of come out that way. Don't tell Chiron! I don't want him to take my belt away!"

"You're fine dude. I sell weed so why would I rat you out?"

Leo snickers and leans back, taking a sip of his own drink. The two demigods relax for a while, idly chatting about smithing and enchanting as well as comparing the difference between them. After an amount of time passes Leo goes quiet.

He still remembers that Samson is mourning, and like any good bro he wants to do his best to help out.

"Hey… Samson?"

"…"

Leo sighs, "Look, I just want to say my peace. I've lost family before too. Heck, I lost them all. When I was little Gaea killed my mother, and my aunt blamed me and turned my whole family against me. They disowned me and sent me straight to adoption… I haven't heard a single thing from them for probably ten years now."

"…"

"…It's hard, trust me, I know. Just… you have other people to live for, you know? You have Annabeth, your cabin, and if what I've heard is true then you have your wife too. You can't give up man, you have to keep fighting for all the people counting on you. I know it'll take time, but I just want you to know there's still things here for you. Camp is one great big family, even the Ares shitheads! There's a lot of people out there you have to prove wrong, and the first thing to do is not giving up!"

Samson sighs and takes a sip of his beer. He understands what Leo is saying, he really does. This isn't Samson's first round of losing his family, technically this will be the second. Still… it hurts, it really hurts. Samson knows he has a duty, and he'll see it through no matter what.

Though he really does appreciate Leo's words. Even if they're needless- (Samson would never give up!)- it's the thought that counts.

"Thank you, Leo. I really do appreciate it, but don't worry so much. I'm not giving up or anything, just… resting, I guess. I've still got some things to do, but I've got to bide my time before that happens. Anyways, it was good hanging out with you, we should do it again some time."

"Sure thing man, glad to help!"

Samson waves Leo goodbye and heads to the Big House. Now that the helicopter is fixed up it's about time he starts looking into the hard drive!


Annabeth was inside of the Big House when Samson arrived. She was quite surprised to see him in better spirits again. He tells her about the time he spent with Leo and how it helped him out quite a bit, and how he finished fixing up the helicopter, so they can use it for traveling around.

Annabeth makes a mental note to thank Leo later, and takes Samson over to the war room where she has her laptop and the hard drive waiting.

"Find anything on the hard drive yet?"

"I have, and there's some pretty important things I've found. For the most part it's a log of finances and stocks, but just an hour ago I found an accounting of locations. There's three other large locations mentioned in notes with your brothers being listed as lieutenants running them; one is a large location way up in the Alaska wilderness, another is surprisingly an aircraft carrier sailing around Hawaiian Islands, and last is-wait for this… Area… Fifty one!"

"Wait… Area fucking fifty one?! How the hell is that possible?! That's like… owned by the government!"

"I thought the same thing but looking over the notes I found out that until recently it was actually a Gargarean base, but Mori had a coup détat leader take control. From what the notes imply, there's essentially a resistance group left over from the surviving Gargarean's trying to retake the base. From what I understand this is a separate affiliate tribe to the Gargarean King, like an associate or something and Amos, the King, can't commit troops without declaring war essentially. And since we just got out of an enormous war with Gaea…"

"…The King won't just declare war since everyone is still recovering from the last one. Dammit, Mori's expanding while we're all still weak!"

Samson sighs and runs his hand through his hair, the stress of what's truly laid out ahead of him is taking its tole on his mental strength.

"What's the first course of action then? We have three targets, but I can almost guarantee that the base in Alaska is where Mori is. That means taking out her support structure should come first. If we rush after her right now she'll have two other places to go to and regroup. To topple the empire, we need to take out the legs."

Annabeth hums and looks away. Thoughts and plans race through her mind as she considers all possible courses of action. Should they try and take on an aircraft carrier? Samson has a war boat, but it's much too small to fight something so big.

What about Area fifty one? They could ally themselves with the rebels and help them retake the base and… kill whichever brother is sure to be running that place.

Out of the two reasonable choices open to them right now, Annabeth figures assisting the Gargareans to be the most doable. Plus, she does know Amos at least just a little bit. If they're going to successfully sink an aircraft carrier, then getting the support of a Gargarean assault force will almost assuredly be required.

"I think the first thing to do should be helping the rebels take the base. I know Amos, and if we do him a favor by taking the base then he'd almost for certain help out for when we go after the aircraft carrier! After that we march up to Alaska for hopefully a final assault on Mori's last base. If we're going to the base, then we need to get in contact with Amos. Time is of the essence here, so sorry to push you around but we need to get moving as soon as possible!"

"The helicopter is good to go. Get in contact with Amos and we can leave as soon as we have to go ahead."


Amos has only been king for a handful of months, and the entire time he's been busy trying his best to stop a full on civil war within Gargarean society from forming.

His 'Generals', men that run their own tribes essentially like vassals, form the bulk of Gargarean society and forces. If they decide to rebel, then it would be a war that would last for many years, and Amos is not so certain he would emerge as the victor.

It's not enough he's fending off a budding civil war, now only recently he got informed of a coup within the bases of one of his vassals.

General Mills, the leader of Area Fifty One, was overthrown by a member of his inner circle. He's rumored to have been slain and succeeded by a mystery figure that has yet to reveal themselves to Amos.

Despite the violent overthrow, they have pledged themselves in fealty to Amos, but the new king does not look at the situation as being convenient by any means.

Amos is currently cornered; if he attacks the base to place a person in power he knows he can trust, then most assuredly the other Generals will declare war immediately. If he leaves the mystery person up to their own devices, then they'll be operating out of a place of power without any kind of real control by Amos.

What he needs is an agent, some kind of trump card that can help the surviving members of the opposite faction regain power without it being traced back to Amos. He could ask Samuel for help, but that might not work since Amos was a well known supporter of Sam during his brief power on the throne.

If not Sam, then who else?

Thankfully for the young king, his answer came in the form of an IM from Annabeth Chase, one of the most well known demigods of the age. It's basically been accepted that the Prophecy of Seven would have failed if she wasn't the one planning everything out.

Just don't say that to Jason. It's rumored he's kind of a dick and gets angry since most of the prophecy was successful because of Greeks.

Anyways, his thoughts are getting distracted. Annabeth popped in view in a grainy IM (seriously, what's with the feed?!) and scared the bejebuz out of Amos. She gives him a curt apology and begins describing her proposition to him.

"Sorry to pop in like this, but we need an exchange of sorts! For about a month now we've been fighting The Witch in the North, and recently we've come across some disturbing intel about one of your vassals. Whomever is running Area Fifty One is not your ally, they're a equivocator, a false leader put in place by the witch! The person running the base needs to be taken down, and we'd like your support to do so."

Amos blanches at the sudden waterfall of information Annabeth is basically throwing at him. How could he be so blind?! How could he have forgotten about the Witch in the North?! Even though it's very… uncouth to just believe the words of an acquaintance, any knowledge coming from one such as Annabeth should be taken heed.

"This is very… disturbing news. I can't say I believe you fully seeing as how I don't have the full story, but this is an opportune moment for me. I won't give you my support, but I'd be very grateful if you can restore the rebels to power. I know for certain they support me, so do this and I can help you with a favor at some other point."

Annabeth smiles slightly, clearly happy that she's gotten everything she needs from the king. Amos frowns, he's not overly happy about being played like this, but an opportunity to regain control of a crucial base without it being his responsibility is not something you should throw away.

"Wonderful. If you can send a message to the rebels I'd appreciate it. Give me their coordinates and tell them to watch out for an old Russian Hind within a day."

The feed cuts out and Amos is left slightly confused but more then happy. All of his problems are slowly beginning to fade, and he didn't have to do a thing!

Well, Amos has his own problems right now. Sure he may own a favor to her now, but what could she really want? It's not like she's going to attack another heavily armed and fortified base, right?

Amos stills and swears loudly to himself. Dammit, that's exactly what's going to happen!


Annabeth sits back in her chair, happy with herself and her work.

"Well… that went well, didn't it?"

"I've got to say, you do good work. Manipulating a king into giving you service? Calm down there Morgana, I doubt the king can keep up!"

Annabeth and Samson lean back and laugh, both Children of Athena finding humor in the situation as a whole.

"Okay, we've got our setup ready, so shall we be on our way?"

"I say it's about time. Is there anyone willing to come with us?"

"Honestly… not really. Almost everyone in the camp has been through at least one war, they're not to keen to go forth into another one. Bianca is coming with since she can summon undead, that power would come in handy if we're helping an under armed rebellion assault a military base."

"Good idea, but keep her away from the heavy fighting! She's still young and inexperienced, if we got a Daughter of Hades killed the God would either curse us or kill us."

Annabeth shudders at the potential idea of getting cursed or tortured and killed by Hades. She's seen what happened to the Oracle before it moved to Rachel, it would be freaking terrible to have something similar happen to herself!

"Agreed, but I just thought of someone else to help us. You've said you met Leo, so why not ask him? He's one of the best craftsman I've ever met, his help would be invaluable if we're working with heavy machinery."

"Great idea. He's one of the seven alongside yourself, that's more then enough reason to add him in."

"Excellent. Well then, ready to destroy another base?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course I am!"


Leo and Bianca gathered their supplies quickly when asked if they wanted to help out with the rebellion. Bianca said yes immediately, her thirst for blood is rather high since the last fight and she's craving for more. Leo was even easier when he found out where they were going. He's always been a fan of sci-fi movies, and Area Fifty One is alien central.

"Area Fifty One?! The Area Fifty One?! Of course i'm going with! How in the world could i not?! Count me in, there's no way I'm letting this opportunity go to waste!"

Bianca adjusts her beret and gives everyone confused looks, "What's an alien? Isn't that an immigrant? Why would immigrants have space ships and live in a desert with a funny name?"

"What? No, not aliens from earth. We mean aliens from space."

Her confusion doesn't subside, if anything it gets worse. Bianca has been nothing but confused since the moment she left that damned Casino. Whatever, usually she just pretends to know what's going on and that tends to work out.

"Oh... well, that makes perfect sense." To her, it doesn't at all.

"Great... anyways let's get going. I've got the coordinates for the rebel camp set in the navigator, I don't know how the rebels are handling so we need to head out as soon as possible. I hope you packed for the heat because we're going to be fighting in a desert."

The four person party nods in understatement. Well, all except for Leo. He's fireproof, so heat means nothing to him. The crew all climbs into the helicopter, Bianca summons a pilot and they begin the preparations.

Before the engine is turned on, a voice calls out from outside of the passenger cabin. The helicopter is turned off and Annabeth slides open the door and peeks outside, where she meets the angry gaze of several familiar friends.

"Will? Lou? Sherman? What are you guys doing here?"

Will Solace, the head counselor of the Apollo Cabin and ray of sunshine (his words not mine) rolls their eyes and adjusts a bag over his shoulder. Annabeth looks and sees that everyone else also has bags as well.

"We're coming with, Wise Girl! I can't believe you were going to leave without asking for some back up! Seriously, you get the option to bring more then three demigods and you only take one extra."

Sherman steps passed Will and starts climbing into the helicopter, Lou and Will not far behind, "Yeah, not a really smart plan! Move over hobbit! I call the window seat!"

Leo scoffs and moves over, and soon enough the chopper is full of demigods ready to go out and fight. Samson passes out some headsets to protect everyone's ears and the helicopter takes up off the ground and begins the flight to Nevada.

"Hey, we appreciate you guys helping out but you don't have to! There's still time to turn around and drop you back home!"

"With all due respect Wise Girl, you're not weaseling out of this! We're family! We help each other out when they need it! All you have to do is ask around and anyone would help out!"

"Well, not me," Sherman yells over the loud Helicopter blades, "I just want to fight an alien! Like my hero, Will Smith!"

Samson and Bianca look at each other in confusion, but the rest of the passengers who've seen the movie snicker a little bit and continue chatting.

"We're heading for hot waters! Liberating a military base isn't an easy task! There's a chance people could get really hurt! When we get there, it's going to be another fight for survival!"

"Hey now! I'm the Apollo counselor, healing is the reason I came!"

"I know, I know! Just be careful, alright?! We're heading straight for the fire!"

The newly added demigods roll their eyes and affirm they'll be alright. After all, they've fought in two wars against the most ancient enemies of the gods. Helping out a proper army against another army is nothing new for them, they've been down this road before.

Demigods fight, it's in their blood, and soon enough there'll be plenty to spare. The fight for Area Fifty One is about to begin!