"Are you sure we can trust him?"

"He's from the Federal Bureau of Investigation. If anyone is going to find him, this guy is."

"Why would they send someone from the FBI?"

"He's a threat to America, and potentially the world. Of course they would send someone official."

Two police officers were in the meeting room of the precinct. Well, one of them was actually the police chief, but it isn't important yet. They were discussing the recent news that the FBI was sending a man down to help them catch the vigilante.

The door to the room opened, and entered a man in a suit. He was thin, but also kind of muscular. He was a little above average in height, about 5'10. He had golden eyes, and they shined with sadistic glee. His hair was black and curly. He had a beard, but unlike a normal one, it all came down to one point, resting on his chest.

He opened his suit's waistcoat and pulled out an ID badge. "Hello gentlemen, I am Detective Kronos, from the FBI."

True to his word, the badge had his personal information, and confirmed that he was from the FBI.

"May I sit?" He asked, gesturing to the chair at the head of the long table.

"Of course." The police chief said, before sitting himself. The other officer sat as well.

"Well, where shall we start?" Kronos asked.

"I'm sorry, but how are you going to help us catch the vigilante?" The officer asked. He was in denial that the government would send down someone just to help them take down one man.

Kronos grinned. "We'll start with suspects and clues, and then use them to narrow our search. As such, do we know his height?"

"About 6'0." The police chief said.

"See, that already narrows it down."

"To what, like 600,000?"

Kronos breathed in, before smiling again. "And what was the original number, 8 million and then some? By that standard, we've narrowed it down to 14.5% of the population in New York."

"And what if he doesn't live in New York?"

Kronos' smile dropped. "Do you want my help or not?"

The officer was silent, before nodding. Atlas watched, a smile stretching across his face.

The FBI agent's smile returned. "Now, I believe that knowing each other's names will be beneficial."

The officer went first. "Krios."

"Atlas." The chief said.

"Well Atlas, I can already tell we are going to be good friends."

Atlas' phone buzzed in his pocket. He reached into his pocket and pulled it out. "I'm sorry, I'm going to have to cut it short. I have kitchen duty tonight."

"Special night?" Kronos asked.

"Yeah, my daughter is bringing her boyfriend to family dinner." He sighed.

"Don't like him?"

Atlas shrugged. "I don't know, I'm meeting him for the first time tonight."

"Well, don't let us keep you waiting."

"I'll be back tomorrow, and we can start the search."

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The bell rang, signalling the end of the class period. Percy walked out of the classroom, head down as music blared in his ears. He started the trek through the hallway to the cafeteria.

He felt someone tug on his backpack, so he turned around.

"Grover, what the fuck?" He asked, taking his earbuds out of his ears.

"You were ignoring me, so I had to take drastic measures." Grover said, waving his hands when he said 'drastic measures'.

Percy laughed while shaking his head. "Well, I'm sorry." They started to walk down the hall again.

"Nah, don't worry about it. But you look depressed, and I mean, more than normal."

Percy punched Grover lightly on the arm.

"Bitch." Grover muttered. "But seriously, you good?"

Percy nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I just got back the quiz we took on Wednesday."

"Oh yeah, how'd you do?"

"35."

Grover stopped walking. "Dude, what happened?"

Percy shrugged. "I don't know."

"Did you study?"

"No, I was busy man, I didn't have any time."

"Did you get a job or something? You've been pretty busy lately."

Percy smiled a bit. "Kind of. I can't really talk about it. Now come on, the pizza line is probably really long right now."

They started walking once again. "Then we'll go to the burger line."

"Dude, I don't want a burger, they taste like ass here."

"How do you know what ass tastes like? Don't tell me you and Zoë are already at that level."

Percy pushed Grover with his shoulder. "Shut up. You're just mad that you don't have the balls to ask out Juniper."

"Bitch, I have 13 balls."

Percy stared at Grover. "That's too many, man."

They entered the cafeteria, and true to Percy's theory, the pizza line was long. They went to the burger line, much to Percy's chagrin.

"How would you even get 13 balls? Like, do you cut them off and then sew them onto yourself?"

The girl in front of them turned around. "What the hell?"

Percy smiled. "It's a long story, just ignore us."

"Dude, shut up about my magnitude of balls." Grover said.

"Not until you ask her out."

"Fuck you. Wait, I'm sorry, that's Zoë's job."

"Fuck off."

"Oh yeah, BITCH!"

"BITCH!"

They got their food, (and weird looks from the lunch ladies), and walked to the table. Zoë had already sat down. Percy sat next to her and Grover across from them.

"You got a burger too?" Grover asked Zoë.

"Yeah. Wasn't my first choice, since they taste like ass."

"Thank you." Percy said. "At least my girlfriend has my back."

"HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT ASS TASTES LIKE?"

"Grover shut up." Percy said. "People who eat like that don't get to talk."

"What's wrong with the way I'm eating?"

Percy stared at him, before looking at the burger. He had taken a bite out of it, and then squeezed some mayonnaise onto the section missing. Then he took a bite out of that. Wash, rinse, and repeat.

"It's fucking weird."

"Shut up."

Percy shook his head.

"You ready for tonight?" Zoë asked.

"Nope." Percy said.

"It won't be that bad."

"I'm meeting your dad, and eating dinner with him, it's gonna go terribly."

"It will not be that bad." Zoë insisted.

LINE BREAK

Percy rang the doorbell of the Nightshade household. As he waited he smoothed out the wrinkles in his shirt. He didn't have time to iron it, well, that and the fact that they didn't own an iron.

The door opened, revealing, not Zoë, but probably one of her sisters. She stared at her sister's boyfriend, examining him.

"Certainly looks better than the last one." She muttered.

Percy raised an eyebrow. Oh right, Zoë's ex, Hercules. He was the star player of the Goode football team, and a grade A douche. Dude was built like a Greek god. Not exactly, in Percy's opinion, having actually seen one, but he did strike a resemblance. He was known for being a dick, harassing people, both physically and sexually, stealing shit. There was even a rumour that he raped someone in the school's bathroom. Of course the school did jack shit, since there was no evidence, (At least, that the school saw), and he was the star quarterback, of course he got pardoned by the coaches.

"Well, I guess it's not like the bar was very high." Percy said.

Zoë's sister smirked. "I like you, you're funny. Come on in."

Percy entered the house and looked around. In the living room, sitting on the couch, was a person who Percy assumed was Zoë's father. He stood up, and offered his hand out to Percy. He shook it.

"Strong grip." He commented.

"Thanks." Percy said, quiet.

Percy could definitely see the familial resemblance between Zoë and her father. He had black hair, and had the same regal face. But while Zoë's eyes had gained kindness in her eyes after he knew her a while, Atlas' eyes held no sign of containing it. He was like Zoë, but had none of the good qualities. Not only that, but he was wearing a police uniform. And according to the police, Percy's alter ego was a menace. So of course with his luck, his girlfriend's dad was the police chief.

Meeting the parents was nerve racking enough. He had one chance to win them over, and if anything went wrong, then it would be very complicated in the future. But the fact that he was also chief of police just made it worse. They were hunting him, calling him a criminal. It was like a deer entering a hunter's house during open season. Every single cell in his body screamed for him to run and never return.

They walked into the dining room, where the rest of her family was. Her other sisters were sitting at the table, along with her mother. A meal of steak, mashed potatoes and green beans sat on plates in front of them. 3 sat in front of empty chairs.

"Percy!" Her mother, Pleione, said.

"Hi, Mrs. Nightshade."

They had already met at a football game earlier that month. Mrs. Nightshade had taken a liking to him already.

Percy sat down, while Zoë's dad did the same. Zoë walked in a minute later, taking a seat next to Percy.

"Dig in." Mrs. Nightshade said.

They began to eat.

"So, Percy, I hear you're in band." Mr. Nightshade said.

Percy swallowed. So the interrogation was gonna start immediately, alright. "Yes sir."

"What do you play?"

"I am a percussionist. So I really play everything that falls under that umbrella. But right now, I am placed on the vibraphone." Percy's leg started bouncing. His nerves were running on overdrive.

Mr. Nightshade nodded. "Sounds like you got your hands full." He joked.

Percy smiled a bit, feeling a little better. He always loved a good dad joke.

Mrs. Nightshade smiled. "We saw your show at the last football game, we thought it looked really good."

"Thank you. We've been working on it since July."

"That long?"

Percy nodded. "Yeah, front ensemble had to be there earlier. We're made up of mostly freshmen so we had to show them the ropes. I think they're doing pretty well. We're going into competition season in about a week."

Apparently Zoë's dad was done talking about that. "So, are you interested in any sports?"

Percy was almost caught off guard with the question. Once his brain finally recognized the complex combination of words the man had thrown at him, he responded. "Well, I haven't really been, but I was thinking about maybe joining the swim team next year."

"Swim team?! That sounds like fun. You know, I was in wrestling when I was in school. Most fun I had the entire time I was there."

Percy was about to respond when his phone buzzed. He pulled it out of his pocket, and turned it on.

There was an alert from the police. Apparently there was another robbery going on, this time, at a shipping dock. They were calling for backup.

"What is it?" Mrs. Nightshade asked.

"Uh, my mom." He lied. "She said that she walked to the store, but she bought too much and now she needs the car. I'm sorry, I have to go."

Zoë subtly raised her eyebrow, not enough for anyone to notice.

Atlas smiled. "Then how about we reschedule this for next week?"

Percy nodded. "Sure." He said, putting on a nervous smile.

Percy rose from his seat, and made his way out of the door. Once he was in the car, he drove off, breathing heavily. His hands shook, and they turned the wheel wet with sweat.

He hated that he had to lie, but they couldn't know. No one could know. If they did, who knows what would happen to them.

And he couldn't let anything happen. At any cost.

A/N. Alright, the second chapter has arrived. We get to see that Kronos has become part of the story. We also see that Atlas is part of the NYPD.

The thing about this story is it's like a puzzle. I have a bunch of pieces, but I need to figure out how to connect them.

And no, I totally didn't fill this chapter with inside jokes that only me and my beta reader understand. Speaking of my beta, please give a round of applause to . Thank you once again.

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