Response to Reviews:
"I don't get how the missiles were able to get inside camp…" The review was much longer but I can't be bothered writing it out, so I'll just do the response.
Response: First, the bronze bulls were mythical creatures that broke down the barrier, not mortal ones. If you do some quick background research on the border, its designed to keep Mortals from 1. Seeing it, and 2. Accidently walking into it. It is not designed to keep out heavy, explosive weaponry. The barrier wouldn't necessarily stop the missiles, in fact, it wouldn't at all. It wasn't designed to defend against something moving faster than the speed of sound with high explosive capability striking it. This review is hard to respond to, in my opinion. So instead, I will say this:
I am not following the capability of the weapon power, gods power, and other things shown in canon completely. These reviews are hard to respond to without spoiling what is to come, so I would prefer to just continue with the story for the next few chapters which will hopefully help clear up your questions.
"It was protected by magic, though right? And it's not the Empire state building just the entryway…?"
Response: Admittedly, I'm not exactly sure what you mean here. I'm not sure if you're talking about Camp Half-Blood or not, but I'm assuming you are, which in this case, see above response.
Thanks for reviewing, and I'm always happy to answer questions if possible!
Chapter Three:
January 20th, 2020
Frank – Walter Steinmeier raised his eyebrows at the latest news. 'America and Russia at war? This could present a good opportunity to strike back from the unfairness of World War 1.' He thought.
Ursula von der Leven stood sat at the other end of the long table in the military meeting room.
"I believe invading France is a good idea, President, we have the defence capability to defend ourselves and invade France at the same time." Ursula von der Leven said. "France may have a slightly bigger army, but they are spread out very thing from defending the recent invasions by small raid forces of Russia. They have lost several small towns and the defence is spread thin to stop them from a full invasion."
"I agree. Now is the time to enter this war, and I'm not siding with Britain or France." Steinmeier replied.
"How do you want me to set up the attack?"
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The young French soldier stood diligently at the border of his country. It had been surprisingly peaceful recently, after all of the small raiding parties Russia had invaded them with recently. He stood with his gun by his side as he watched the horizon. He prayed that the peacefulness would last for the next few weeks until he was off duty.
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Percy stood atop the Empire State Building, looking over the scene of New York City once again. The initial panic seemed to have calmed down as they realised there would be no follow up attack. Over 1 million people had fled the city, leaving it quite a bit quieter then it had been originally. Percy looked at all the missile defence systems that were now on code red danger levels. They would have radars and other powerful technology at the ready to stop another attack. Percy didn't think another attack would come for a while. It was highly likely that Vladimir Putin would be perfectly content to wait while America sat, staring at their radars.
Percy jumped into the elevator and began to head downwards towards the busy streets. Upon exiting the Empire State Building, he was instantly hit by the stench of urine and pollution. The fleeing of the city had not been pretty at all. People had just up and left with no warning, leaving disgusting gases and other fluids behind. Trash littered the streets. And yet, all the people rushing through the city ignored this, ignored what their city was turning into as they focussed only on surviving.
Percy gritted his teeth and began to run. He ran over seven kilometres (4.35 miles) before reaching his destination. It was a dimly lit, dusty looking tavern in an alleyway. There had been rumours of mysterious people hanging around the tavern, and Percy was determined to find out who they were.
Grimly, he pulled his hood up and shoved the door open. A few people stopped to look at him as he entered, but the majority just ignored him. Percy made his way to the bar and ordered a beer before making his way to a table in the corner of the room. The table was relatively close to a group of strange looking men, who had dark cloaks on and were whispering hurriedly.
Percy sat down near them and took a sip of the beer. It was quite cheap and horrible, but he drank it anyways. The group nearby were talking very quickly, in accented English. A Russian accent, Percy realised. The only reason they weren't talking in Russian was the bar tender, who had been the one to originally report the suspicious group. Being Russian wasn't illegal in America, they still had a fair sense of court, but anyone reported to be a possible infiltrator would be investigated by the police.
Percy leaned a little bit closer and was able to catch their conversation.
"Amerdan, surely you know that Russia will win this war? We cannot be here when they invade, which they will. If Trump doesn't stand down, Putin will attack. We could be declared traitors for not reporting to him, even though its impossible to get out of the country." The man closest to Percy whispered.
The man next to him shifted slightly. "Yes, but without national internet access, its impossible to send out a message on what we have found."
Percy raised his eyebrows. This could be important.
The man closest to Percy glimpsed around the room, apparently paying no attention to Percy.
"There is a weakness in the missile defence system. Its how Putin struck Long Island in the first place. The missile wasn't redirected, it was just a miscalculation. The missile was meant to strike the city, of course, but the small gap in the web of defence systems was slightly off where it was originally thought to be. That's why Long Island was hit. No one else knows about this, even the Russian Spy in the city didn't know why the missile had missed. Apparently, they didn't even know about the flaw in the system, and that it was almost like the missile had a mind of its own as it went through."
Percy leaned back slowly. 'So, these men, had found a flaw in our defence system that Putin didn't know about? Interesting. And the missile had a mind of its own? That could mean several things.' Percy thought. 'It could mean that it literally steered off course by itself, straight through the flaw, or it could have been controlled by an external force, but what?'
The man to the right had begun to speak. "We could tell the spy. I don't know how that man does it, but he somehow is able to communicate with Putin. Then we could go scot free should Russia successfully invade America."
The man to the left, Amerdan, leaned forwards. "Yes, but how do we get to the spy without being spotted or looking suspicious? If we were to be caught doing this, we would be executed for treason. If Putin loses that spy, then America's movements are secret. So how do we tell him what we've found?" he asked.
"I don't know, but we sure as hell better think of something" the man closest to Percy whispered.
Then, they all abruptly got up and left. Percy leaned backwards in his seat and quietly finished the beer he had in his hand. 'So, there are spies in the city, more than one, and they all want to report to 'the spy'. Interesting, but also terrifying. Russia had spies in America, and there was a fairly good chance America had no spies in Russia.' He thought.
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January 22nd, 2020
Ursula von der Leven stood behind his army, raised slightly on a hill. It was time to knock France out of this war, or at least disable them. He could see the French soldiers running around about 1 – 2 kilometres away. They were panicking. They were, without doubt, calling for reinforcements. There looked to be only 10,000 men there at that moment.
"The time is now. Attack!" General Leven shouted. The command was shouted down the line of 100,000 ground forces and spoken into the telecoms up to the planes above. They moved forwards.
Several planes launched from the French side, but they wouldn't last long against the far superior German Army. The ground forces crossed the distance in 4 minutes, the planes far ahead. The French anti – air guns had struck down several German planes early, but the German planes had quickly struck down all the French planes, not that there had been many.
The French land forces didn't last long against the larger number of German tanks and artillery, and they soon were overrun, forced to flee from their defensive position. The German army moved forwards and occupied their position in the small town. It was a crushing defeat for the small French Army, although they were sure to get a large army together to fight back if Germany advanced too quickly.
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Moon Jae-in stood stiffly in his room. France had been invaded by German forces and had requested help. America was tied up against Russia and couldn't move fast enough to help them without risking an attack. He loathed to send a large amount of South Korean forces across to France, but he didn't have much choice but to defend his allies.
General Park Han-ki entered the room.
"Commander" he said, bowing.
"General" Jae-in responded.
"I take it you have heard that France has requested back up and reached the same conclusion as I?" he said.
"I have" Jae-in said simply.
"Then you have made a decision?" Han-ki questioned.
"We will send one quarter of our armed forces across to France. If they are killed, there will be no more reinforcements. Although we are part of the allies, a key part of this is surviving the war. If we can retain peace with as many countries as possible, that would be preferable to any other situation. Make the orders General." Jae-in said with a small, barely visible sigh.
"Yes Commander" the General replied, backing out of the room.
"Let us hope I have made the right decision" Moon Jae-in said quietly to himself once the General had left.
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January 30th, 2020
The South Korean force travelled quickly towards France. They were on high alert for enemy armies and air forces. They rushed across the land towards France in the hopes of saving them from an almost inevitable defeat to the German Armed Forces.
An alarm blared through the camp, signalling an attack. The South Korean Army dashed into a flurry of motion, spotting the Russian Intelligence Force speeding towards them on the horizon.
The planes and tanks of the Russian Intelligence force looked ominous on the horizon. The South Korean force prepared themselves for a striking attack by the Russian Army. About five minutes later, the army struck.
The Russian Planes demolished the South Korean ones with minimal casualties, their superior numbers forcing the South Koreans to retreat into their own lines. The guns of the Russian Army fell upon the South Koreans. The South Korean Army fought valiantly, but at the end it wasn't enough. The superior man power of the Russian Army forced them back and took thousands of lives. The Russian Intelligence Force crushed South Korea, scattering the remaining men and one plane into the wilderness.
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Travis Stoll was looking for his brother. This was odd. He always knew where Connor was, but now… he had disappeared into the busy streets of New York City. It had been over two hours, and Connor had still not returned to the Empire State Building. He had checked every half an hour, and no one had seen him since they had left that day. Travis was getting desperate.
There were people everywhere, none of them payed attention to a single person looking for someone else. Travis dashed down yet another street, searching for Connor Stoll. Percy, Annabeth, and Leo were also roaming New York in the hunt for Connor Stoll. Yet, it was almost impossible for four people to find someone else in New York. There were so many people it was almost hopeless. But Travis refused to give up.
'If I were Connor, where would I go?' Travis thought. The answer was simple; he'd be looking for either somewhere to eat, or someone to prank. Meaning he would likely be looking for people he knew. Travis tried to ignore the possibility that he could have been captured and killed by monsters.
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Connor Stoll stood in front of an odd-looking building in the outskirts of New York. There were weird markings surrounding the outside, they looked to be burnt into the side of the building. There were small ropes scattered across the lawn, on the roof, and hanging out windows. It was one of the most peculiar things Connor Stoll had ever seen. He didn't know how he had found this place, only that one moment he had been walking, the next he was here. Outside this odd - looking house, clearly rundown and abandoned.
He stepped forwards and slowly climbed the steps onto the veranda outside the house. The steps creaked eerily as he walked on them. The wooden planks of the veranda creaked and cracked under his feet. He slowly reached for the door knob. He touched it and immediately yanked his hand away with a small yelp of pain. He inspected his hand, only to see a burn mark in the shape of a perfect circle in the centre of his hand, bright red and surrounded with a thin, black line. He looked at it, confused for a moment, before slowly touching the door knob again. Nothing. Connor turned the door knob and was surprised to find the odd house unlocked.
For some reason, nothing in his mind was screaming not to enter the odd house that had just burnt him. All he wanted to do was walk forwards into this odd - looking house. He continued to walk across creaky floor boards towards the main living room. Surprisingly, there was a fire lit under the fireplace. It let out no smoke. Just fire.
"Hello?" Connor called softly, wondering who could live in this house.
There was no response. Connor glanced around the oddly lit room, where shadows danced in the corners, battling to get inside the fire light. There were several pieces of rope lying by the fireplace, and for some reason Connor felt the urge to grab them. He slowly walked over and picked one up.
The others suddenly sprang to life and wrapped around him, binding him, burning him.
"HEL- "
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