Percy never liked waiting a long time for anything.

The receptionists at the clinic seemed to take forever to call him up to have him sign the paperwork and it took an even longer time for the nurse to call up his name when it was his turn to go.

"Before you get to your appointment with the doctor, I will need you to get your flu shot," she said.

Percy shrugged. "Yeah, of course."

He figured there was nothing wrong with that. Sure, being an Atlantean-human mutant had its perks of being a lot less likely to get sick of anything, but to draw less attention, it was better just to get to the shot.

He sat down on a school desk, which was the single one they had in the entire clinic, specifically just for people getting their flu shot. Percy watched calmly as the nurse tenderly injected the needle into his arm and drew blood, which in turn made him look away so he didn't distract her as she finished up the procedure. Percy didn't think the nurses were that comfortable with people directly looking as they got their shot.

Once she was done with his flu shot, she led him to a doctor's office and had him sit on the bed before again, he waited for someone to show up.

Percy was here on a mission, this whole procedure was just a cover-up to look for Dr. Lemuel Dorcas. He still was interested in why exactly Dr. Dorcas was fired from his marine biologist job, figuring he must have done something heinous for that to happen. And then landing himself in a clinic? That made it all the more suspicious.

What did this guy have to gain with Attuma? What did Attuma have to gain with him?

Finally, a man entered the room and set his things down on the counter. He flicked the needle with Percy's blood in it, making him uneasy about the way he was handling it, like it was some kind of specimen.

"Mr. Percy Jackson, was it, yes?" the doctor began.

"Yeah."

The doctor hummed. "How can I help you today?"

"I'm looking for the best doctor here," Percy said. "I heard there was a guy named Dr. Dorcas that worked here?"

"That would be me," he announced as he turned around and Percy got a good look at him.

His appearance made Percy uneasy to say the least. He was pretty tall for a doctor, with arched eyebrows and V-shaped hairline and half-lidded eyes. He wore a white doctor's robe, of course, and a stethoscope hung from his neck. He also wore latex gloves that did no favors to his already suspicious appearance.

Percy was starting to wish that nurse hadn't given this guy his blood. As a matter of fact, maybe he was better off not getting the shot to begin with.

"Oh," Percy finally said. "Uh … nice to meet you, Dr. Dorcas."

"Likewise," he said. "So, as I said earlier … how can I help you today?"

"I've been feeling … feverish lately," Percy quickly made up.

"Okay," he said. "Let me just go ahead and do my usual routine on you then."

The usual routine being what the doctor does at every checkup: check the heart, check the ears, up the nose, directly in the eyes, checking the blood pressure, all that good stuff. Once the doctor was done was done bumping his stethoscope against his knees, he hummed.

"Sounds like you had the flu," he said. "Either that, or a pretty bad cold. Either way, it's a mild sickness. You don't seem feverish anymore. It's a good thing you got the flu shot."

"Yeah," Percy half-heartedly agreed, his eyes still glancing at the needle here and there.

"Regardless, so you don't get sick again, I'm gonna get the paperwork for prescriptions," he said, picking up the tray on the counter. "I'll be right back."

Percy felt nervous and concerned as he watched Dr. Dorcas walk out with the tray that had his blood on it. Percy made a split decision to follow him, waiting for the right time to get out before he tried to look as least suspicious as he could. As Dr. Dorcas turned a corner, the nurse from before came in the other direction and stopped him in his tracks.

"Hey," she greeted.

"Hey," Percy greeted back with a nervous smile.

"Did you need any help?"

"I'm just … looking for the bathroom," Percy quickly said.

"Oh! It's right down that way," she said, pointing directly opposite the way Dr. Dorcas went.

Percy nodded and smiled. "Thank you."

Percy made himself look like he was headed for the bathroom and waited until the coast was clear before he quickly headed in the other direction. He found Dr. Dorcas as he went down another hall path and just about managed to see the doctor go inside a room, which looked like it could be a small forensics lab. One other occupant was inside the room as Percy put his back against the wall and peered inside.

Dr. Dorcas started to pat himself, like he was missing something, getting a response from the other guy.

"Did you forget something, Dr. Dorcas?" the other doctor in the room asked.

"You know what? Yeah," he replied. "I forgot my stethoscope by the receptionist's desk, would you mind getting it for me?"

"Of course," he said.

Percy turned away just in time as the other doctor passed by him without detecting him and he backed himself against the wall to peer inside again. He watched as Dr. Dorcas slid up a portion of the wall, revealing a keypad. Percy squinted his eyes and focused on the numbers that the doctor typed, memorizing them. A massive portion of the wall opened outward as Dr. Dorcas finished pushing the numbers on the keypad.

Percy waited until Dr. Dorcas headed inside, tray still in his hands before he himself dashed across the forensics lab and slipped inside as well just as the wall closed behind him. He tapped the wall in confusion and sighed, realizing that he may probably have to find another way out of here. He started to walk down the spiral stairs until the room was revealed before him.

Percy had not been ready to witness what was in the secret basement. It looked more like a morgue, with several beds lined up, and a body was in every bed, with a tarp covering over each one of them. Each one also had an AV that injected to them, which was actually filling each body with … something.

Percy was deeply disturbed by the sight of this.

He pulled out his phone and began taking pictures of everything inside the lab before he set the phone on record and started to get everything on video. He stood close to one of the beds and slowly lifted the tarp down, revealing a … an orca.

Percy frowned in confusion as he kept the phone directly over the creature. What exactly was an orca doing in one of these beds. He continued to take off the tarp to reveal the monstrosity that this creature actually was.

It was an orca sure, but it was also a humanoid. The upper body for the most part was orca, with even the blowhole to top it off, the sharp teeth and small beady eyes attached to it as well, but it had arms and legs like a human. Hell, when Percy turned the body around, it even had a fin like an orca's.

Percy couldn't believe what he was seeing. If this was what was under this tarp, what about the others, he thought.

He lifted every single tarp to reveal his concerns that were all but confirmed as every single one of the tarps hid an orca-humanoid underneath.

Dr. Dorcas was making experiments. Was this why he was fired? Was he trying to …?

Just the thought of it made Percy recoil in disgust. This wasn't just a former marine biologist committing heinous acts, this was a mad scientist creating monstrosities. Who was an ally of Attuma's. And if that was the case …

Dr. Lemuel Dorcas was creating Attuma's army. It all made sense now. That begged the question; were these Atlanteans who volunteered for this sinful experiments? If Percy had to guess, probably yes.

This stopped here and now, though. This experiment would go on no longer if Percy had a say in it, and he did have a say in it. And he would be damned if Dr. Dorcas used his blood for any of his heinous science projects. He walked over to the counter and grabbed the needle with his blood off the tray before he walked back to the bed.

Just as he was about to rip the AV out of the first bed, Dr. Dorcas appeared in the shadows in front of Percy.

"Please don't do that," he begged.

"So this is what you're doing for Attuma, huh?" Percy said. "Creating … an army of orca-people, for him?"

"Yes," he admitted. "It is true, I am building an army for Attuma at his request, one which he will eventually use to conquer the world, but … I'm more intrigued as to how you can know about Attuma? Are you … Atlantean by any chance?"

"Half," Percy admitted.

"And half …? Oh … I see. You are half-mortal as well," Dr. Dorcas muttered. "That makes you … a very special specimen. Very special, indeed. A specimen who's blood I have managed to get my hands on. Oh yes, I will have a lot of fun experimenting with your blood."

Percy raised the needle in his hand. "Er … not quite."

"Give that back," he said, his expression turning serious.

"No," Percy denied.

"I said give that back!"

Percy dodged as Dr. Dorcas lunged at him before he dropped the needle and crushed it, spilling the contents on the floor.

Dr. Dorcas looked devastated. "You … how could you?"

"How could I … not give you my blood for you to do some unspeakable things with it?" Percy questioned sarcastically.

"Argh!" the doctor yelled. "You are the proof of evolution, in the flesh! Humans have the potential to become as strong as you, as advanced as a specimen such as yourself. But you are selfish! Just wanting to keep it all that evolution to yourself. I'll have to force it out of you!"

Percy chuckled. "I'd like to see you try."

Dr. Dorcas attacked him, to Percy's surprise. Because granted, the doctor was clearly not a fighter ... like, at all. Percy was practically just swatting his hands away, like he was a pesky fly. It wasn't long before Percy grabbed him by his scrubs and flung him across the room, as he landed on a container for tools, and not the friendly workshop kinds, rather some more sinister looking ones.

"You're nothing but a sick man, in need of professional help," Percy declared. "You think of yourself as someone who can … bring humanity to its next step in evolution. But you don't realize that … you're just a madman."

"From the sea, we came and to the sea, we shall return," Dr. Dorcas muttered.

"Oh, right, that whole thing about how we started as a little bacteria in the ocean," Percy said with a sarcastic nod before looking down at him with a sympathetic expression. "I'm gonna make sure you get the help you need. In the meantime, stick around. It won't take long for the police to show up."

"You can't run from this!" he exclaimed.

Percy spread his arms. "Watch me."

Percy walked back upstairs, surprising the other doctors that decided to occupy the room as the wall opened and he stepped out.

"There's something you all might want to see down there," Percy announced. "I suggest you call the police and get Dr. Dorcas to a mental asylum."

The doctors looked at him oddly but nevertheless, they both went down to see for themselves. Percy meanwhile pulled out and scrolled through his photo gallery, checking out the clear-cut photos and the video taken from down there. Along with the photos and a video, he also had audio recording, which all but would damn Attuma and make him look very bad.

"Please don't do that."

"So this is what you're doing for Attuma, huh? Creating … an army of orca-people, for him?"

"Yes. It is true, I am building an army for Attuma at his request, one which he will eventually use to conquer the world, but … I'm more intrigued as to how can you know about Attuma? Are you … Atlantean by any chance?"

"Half."

Percy smirked as he put his phone is his pocket and walked out of the clinic. He had all the incriminating evidence he needed to show how much of a warmongering piece of shit Attuma was.

Now, it was time to present it.