Author's Note: I'm very aware that my previous (and probably this) chapterhave beenridiculously short, but I do usually write a lot longer than that. I'm just very unsure about this story because I'm not sure who, if anyone, will actually enjoy it. But I'm currently being struck with boredom and an extreme urge to write, so I'm going to continue without any encouragement or flames from anyone yet.

Hector, Paris, Achilles & Helen's names will not be changed.

Briseis will now be Brie.

Agamemnon will now be Andrew.

Menelaus will now be Marcus.

All other names will be noted further along, or you'll just know who they're supposed to be.

Helen sobbed uncontrollably as she lay in Paris' arms in his bedroom. She pulled the covers up over her face as Hector stormed into the room. "Hector, what do you want now? You've already said enough," Paris looked upon his brother's face with pure anger in his eyes.

"How could you ask a question like that, brother, you've already DONE enough," Hector murmured angrily under his breath. "I don't see how you could start this. All over some … some … whore," Hector screamed.

Paris stood from the bed quickly and stepped to his older brother. "I respect you. Helen respects you. Start respecting her," he growled.

Hector laughed a deep belly laugh that made him throw his head back and place a hand across his stomach. "Respect? You have no right to talk about respect. Do you respect those who are going to die because of her infidelities? Do you respect their lives?" Paris nodded his head. "You do not. If you did, you wouldn't have shared your bed with the likes of her."

xox

"Achilles!" a man called as he pounded heavily on the door to a luxurious looking home. "Achilles!" he screamed, louder this time.

A scantily clad woman opened the door. She yawned lazily as she hardly did much to cover her large bosom from topping from her robe. "What do you want?" she said as she stifled another yawn.

"Where's Achilles?" Andrew shouted at the girl.

"Damn, chill out," she said as she rolled her eyes. "I'll get him, Andrew. I didn't know it was you." She opened the door to allow Andrew to enter as she slowly sauntered up the black and silver round staircase that led to en elaborate upstairs.

Andrew heard mumbling upstairs as he looked around the living room he was in. There were plush black carpets, white walls, black leather couches, glassware on all the side and end tables, and an enormous big screen TV set in the center of the room. Attention on the stairs caught his eye as three beautiful women with perfect bodies and exquisite faces, one blonde, one brunette, and one red head, walked down the staircase and made their way out the door.

"He'll be down in a minute," the blonde said without even glancing for even a second in Andrew's direction, which infuriated him.

As the women exited, he let out a sigh. "Some bastards have all the luck."

"Some bastards should watch their mouths," Achilles said as appeared in front of Andrew. Achilles was dressed simply in black jeans and black boots. He had a knife tucked away in the right side of his pants that reflected in the sunlight coming from the windows. Andrew quickly noted the knife and took a step back.

"I'm sorry, Achilles," he murmured.

"What is it that you want?" Achilles said without much interest showing in his voice as he set himself into one of his couches.

"We're moving," Andrew said simply.

After years of illegal activities the two knew that there was hardly one single absolutely safe place to speak freely about such things. They were always vague or used code words to discuss plans of action. "Ah, where are we moving to?" Achilles asked a little surprised as he looked up at Andrew.

"We're moving south."

"South?" Achilles grinned wickedly as his right eyebrow arched high onto his face. "How soon should we be settled in?"

"I think the move should only take two weeks, at the most," Andrew said with a grin matching that of the one on Achilles' face.

"And you need me … because?" Achilles asked. Of course he already knew why he was needed, but he liked to hear the confirmation.

"We can't successfully move in without you."

xox

"Speaking," Hector said as he answered the phone. "Yeah," a pause. "Are you sure?" Hector nodded as a scowl formed across his face. "Meet in fifteen," he said as he started to hang up. "Call everyone," he added and clicked the phone. "PARIS!" he screamed as he stood at the bottom of the staircase.

Paris appeared from a closed door. "What's up?" he shouted back.

"They're moving. Let's go, meeting in fifteen," Hector said as he grabbed his keys and ran out the door.

"Shit," Paris mumbled. "Come on, Helen… there's trouble, we've got to go," he said as Helen came out of the bedroom. The two left just as quickly as Hector disappeared.

xox

"Did you talk to him?" Marcus asked as soon as his brother, Andrew, entered the room. "'Cause, you know we can't do it without him."

"He'll be there," Andrew answered surely.

"How do you know, did you talk to him?"

"Yeah, dumb ass. Of course I talked to him. How else would I know?" Andrew replied snottily. "And you owe me for it. I had to play nice to that asshole so we could do this for you."

"We're not just doing it for me, Andrew," Marcus shook his head. "It's for all of us. Helen was just the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak."