To Lyger 0: We do indeed have a heading for the story now!

Shutting the penthouse door behind him, Dimitrios folded his arms and gave Stephanos and Zoi a dubious look. "Did they tell you what they wanted to talk to us about?" he asked, flopping down on the couch in the lounge area of their new headquarters. It wasn't much to look at: they had only rented the space three weeks ago, after Zeus had signed the licensing agreement with Diaskedastiko Toys, to produce merchandise of the Olympiad. Pyrros and Eleni had both objected to the plan – they said they needed to use these powers to help people, rather than to make money. But Zoi had pointed out that fighting crime and stopping super-villains could be expensive; even the Heroes of Paris had licensing agreements with toy companies, fashion labels, video game designers… As long as the income went to support the group, it was worth it. They had already leased the apartment and started furnishing it. Sparring equipment filled one corner of the penthouse; the couch set where they might sometimes study formed the lounge area in another corner, against the wall were a couple bunk beds – just enough to let four or five guests stay with them… or more likely for Zoi and Pyrros to spend the night if they were there too late while studying. Stephanos and Nikos had talked about other necessities, but those would have to wait for the next royalty check to clear. For himself, Dimitrios had simply shrugged. The group had already shot down his idea of equipment to purchase.

Unfortunately, Pegasus had rejected their request for a hover-car like the one the Heroes had been using in Tarascon.

Looking up from the computer she had set up on the new conference table that took up most of one end of the penthouse, Zoi glanced at Dimitrios and shook her head. "Nothing," she answered. "They just said they needed a meeting and they would have a favor to ask of us. Of you, specifically."

"I wish they would tell us things," Stephanos complained, stepping out of the kitchenette with a glass of water in hand and a frown on his face. "After all, we should be partners in this, shouldn't we? We basically have the power of gods: just as powerful as them, maybe even more. So why the sudden, last-minute meeting? And why am I just hearing through the grapevine that the Heroes of Paris had some big operation going in Paris?"

Dimitrios cocked his head to one side. "What do you mean?"

Zoi shook her head, rolling her eyes. "Steph decided to check with the rest of the Heroes of Europe and see if they'd been called on this thing, too. No answer from el Peregrino; after he called the Hound, Iron Maiden sent a message that they were busy. And then it turned out that the Knight and Valkyrie were also busy."

"So?"

"So doesn't that sound suspicious to you?" Stephanos demanded. He groaned. "I hate being the last to know about things."

"What about Geroi Moskvy?" asked Dimitrios. "Or Zakhysnyky Kyyeva? Or the Heroes of Lisbon?"

Zoi shrugged. "Neither the Russians nor the Ukrainians knew anything. But O Patriota thought that Pegasus has been busy on some big project lately – he put one of his projects with Caravela on hold for a couple weeks." Raising an eyebrow at Stephanos, she added, "It might all just be a coincidence."

"It's probably because we're so new," Stephanos grumbled. "They don't trust us. But I thought we had impressed them at Tarascon…"

"We kicked that monster's ass!" Dimitrios grinned. "They can't deny that the fight turned around when we showed up."

Zoi pursed her lips. "And they understand our value," she assured Stephanos. "If they didn't recognize our value as allies, they wouldn't have contacted us today. And if they didn't trust us, they wouldn't have agreed to work with us in the first place. Or given us the help they have," she added, rapping on the conference table.

"Maybe…" Stephanos let out a breath. Folding his hands behind his back, he crossed to the floor-length glass windows overlooking Athens, the Harbor visible stretching out to the horizon in the distance.

Reluctantly, Dimitrios rose to his feet to join him. "Is it really so bad that they leave us alone most of the time?" he asked Stephanos, raising an eyebrow. "This way we don't need to worry as much about having to deal with Paris crap."

"True," Stephanos allowed. "But we'll just be 'that Greek team' as long as we're stuck doing little more than help old ladies cross the street in Athens. The Heroes of Paris, the United Heroez, they fight the real super-villains. That's why everyone knows who Majestia and Ladybug are."

Dimitrios quirked an eyebrow. "Dude: literally everyone on the planet knows who Zeus and Poseidon are! And we did help defeat the Tarasque, remember…"

Stephanos grinned. "No one's going to forget that any time soon."

A chime sounded from the direction of the conference table, and Zoi cleared her throat. "If you two are finished," she began, arching an eyebrow at them deadpan, "Ladybug and Cat Noir are ready for us."

Sharing a look with Stephanos, Dimitrios tapped into the wellspring of power lurking beneath the surface, an electrical jolt shot up his spine, and he transformed in a flash of brilliant white light. At that same moment, Zeus and Athena did the same, and Poseidon followed Zeus across the penthouse to the conference table, taking his accustomed place at Zeus' side, opposite Athena. It had been four – almost five – months since they had discovered the device and received this power, but every time he transformed, the sensation was all new again.

Pressing a button by his seat, Zeus activated the holographic projectors built into the conference table; two figures appeared. "Good afternoon, Ladybug, Cat Noir," Zeus greeted them, leaning forward and placing his elbows on the table. "To what do we owe the pleasure?"

"We're sorry for the late notice," Cat Noir apologized, grimacing. "And for how late we are to our own meeting."

Ladybug sighed, the strain and weariness in her shoulders obvious even through the holograph. "We thought we were done," she grumbled. "My feet were killing me. But would Mama and Papa let me leave? Nooo. They still needed 'one more picture.' Which inevitably turned into a hundred more pictures – just us, then us with them, then with all the parents, then the grandparents, then…" Cat Noir nudged her in the ribs, raising an eyebrow. Ladybug cleared her throat, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Anyways… this was the first we could actually get away."

"So you had something important happening in Paris?" asked Zeus, giving Athena a meaningful look.

Cat Noir shrugged. "Something like that," he acknowledged. "The two of us have been insanely busy for the last couple weeks – even beyond trying to capture Lila Rossi."

"Thank you for your help with that, by the way," Ladybug interjected. "We really appreciated your support, even though she never made it out of France."

"Of course," Athena assured her, giving a small smile.

Zeus nodded. "We are always happy to assist our allies however we can."

"I'm glad to hear that," Ladybug told them.

Cat Noir nodded. "That's actually why we contacted you to set up this meeting."

Poseidon raised an eyebrow in invitation. "What can we do for you?"

Ladybug smiled. "We have a mission – or an adventure, perhaps," she told them. "We want to find the lost city of Atlantis!"

Zeus blinked, nonplussed. "You're trying to find Atlantis?" He let out a bark of laughter. "It's a myth! It doesn't exist!"

"According to most scholars, Plato invented Atlantis as a warning against pride," Athena pointed out. "A civilization that advanced, living at that time…" She shuddered. "There's no way to know for certain what they did or did not do. Just that it would have been powerful – and not necessarily good."

Cat Noir raised an eyebrow. "And up until four or five years ago, no one knew anything about miraculous. And until you received your powers, the Olympic gods were nothing but a myth to read about in school. Now the knowledge of miraculous is standard. And we can guess that the stories of the Olympic gods might actually be about ancient humans who gained their powers the same way that you did."

Athena hummed, leaning forward and examining them more carefully in the hologram. "Very well," she allowed. "But all the legends agree: the city was destroyed and lost, swallowed up by the ocean. How do you plan to find it?"

Ladybug let out a breath. "Unfortunately, we know very little about Athens. But el Peregrino did manage to discover a device – a sextant – that has the ability to point you to anything you want. Including lost mythical cities. And at the moment, it is pointing us East, to Greece."

Poseidon's eyes widened in surprise, and he glanced across the table at Athena before meeting Zeus' eyes. Athena furrowed her brows, tapping her chin. Zeus hummed, intrigued. Poseidon sucked in a breath and leaned forward. Atlantis, here? Ever since they had received their powers from that mysterious device they had stumbled upon inside Mount Olympus, they had been left with more questions than answers. Zoi and Pyrros – Athena and Hephaestus – had returned to the mountain a couple times to search around the base for evidence of ancient inhabitants. After Tarascon, Eleni – Artemis – had spent an entire week locked in the library, searching for historical information about the Olympic gods or about the Tarasque, though without success. Poseidon had caught Zeus and Hermes arguing about it a couple weeks ago: where had the device come from, and how much information could they share with the public when they were asked where their powers came from. Rena Rouge had told them not to share anything – some questions just weren't worth answering. Still, none of them had had any luck in determining where the device came from or how it worked. All they knew was that it was powerful – powerful, and mysterious. Whenever the others had talked about it, Poseidon had simply shrugged it off. If they needed to know, then they would find out, he figured. For now, all they really needed to know was that they had been given this incredible gift, and they could do a lot with it – for good or for ill.

But somehow, it had to be connected to the bean that had given them their powers. When they had first discovered the device, it had looked far too advanced, far too futuristic, to be a relic. But the location hadn't been disturbed in millennia. The evidence all pointed toward a very specific theory. So to find more information about Atlantis…

Zeus leaned forward, giving Ladybug and Cat Noir a calculating look. "We're happy to help, of course. But what are you looking for specifically?"

"We're trying to find the ruins," Cat Noir explained. "Atlantis is where the miraculous came from – it was the power of my miraculous that destroyed the city. As far as we know, the Dark Acolytes of the Mundane originate from Atlantis, as well. There is a lot that we could uncover there; maybe some of the missing miraculous could even still be buried in the ruins."

"You mentioned that this… bean-thing that gave us our powers might have come from Atlantis," mused Zeus, sharing a look with Athena.

"From your description, it looks like a few other artifacts we've seen that definitely came from Atlantis," Ladybug confirmed, nodding. "It's a pretty good bet that your device came from there, too."

Athena hummed, leaning forward in her chair. "Do you think some of the answers to our powers might be in the ruins – if you find Atlantis?"

Cat Noir shrugged. "I hope so." He raised an eyebrow. "But even if they aren't, are you going to pass up an opportunity to see the lost city?"

Zeus nodded slowly. "No, I definitely would not pass up that opportunity," he agreed. "When do we start?"

Ladybug gave him a smile. "As much as we would appreciate having everyone join us for the expedition… Atlantis is almost certainly underwater. If we're going to find it, we'll probably need to look at the bottom of the Aegean."

"Know anyone with the power to manipulate the ocean?" Cat Noir asked, grinning.

Zeus glanced at Poseidon and raised an eyebrow meaningfully. Sighing, Poseidon nodded. "Very well," he agreed. "I will help you. Or at least I'll try."