CHAPTER SIX: THE WAY THINGS ARE

PREVIOUSLY:

Smiling in satisfaction at what he saw, the man shut the briefcase and turned to the mercenary who was now playing Clash of Clans on his mobile phone, "It was nice doing business with you Blood, maybe we can do this some other time" and without waiting for a reply he spun on his heel and began to walk away.

He has barely moved twenty five feet before the two body guards by his side dropped to the ground dead with bullet holes in their heads.

His eyes widened in horror as he could immediately tell that the Blood Merchant had double crossed him, but before he could act on it a bullet fired from a gun with a silencer attached to its muzzle pierced through his skull causing him to drop dead with the look of horror still plastered on his face.

Without looking up from his phone, Percy shot the pilot of the chopper as said pilot tried to fly away from the area causing the helicopter to crash to the streets below.

Percy exited the game and walked over to the 'Mando's' dead body where he grabbed the briefcase containing the Tesseract and began to walk away. Advanced Idea Mechanics or A.I.M for short had offered him a whooping sum of seventy two million dollars if he could get them the Tesseract.

Screw ethics when you can keep gloating over the billions of dollars you have in your account.

NOW:

Percy casually sipped his ice tea as he was read from a pamphlet, he had just delivered the Tesseract cube to an A.I.M associate and gotten his pay meaning that everything concerning that energy cube was off his hands.

Unless other interested parties somehow managed to get wind of the fact that A.I.M was in possession of the cube and either they contracted him to steal it from them or A.I.M contracted him to protect it from them, he had a nagging feeling that something like that was going to happen.

He let out a breath as he finished reading the pamphlet, the pamphlet was nothing special, it was just a poster for a talent show which he had taken him a total of twenty minutes to read, which was a feat on its own considering the fact that his dyslexia was worse than before since the incident.

He folded the pamphlet and tucked it in the left pocket of his black leather jacket, he took another sip of his beverage and let his eyes wander around Café which was a sure sign that his ADHD was acting up.

His eyes landed on the blonde waitress that he saw a few days ago and began to feel uneasy as she stared at him as if he were fresh meat, he quickly averted his eyes before things became awkward. He wasn't sure that he would ever get used to girls ogling him.

After his eyes had finished darting about the business establishment he decided that he needed to get moving and gulped down what was left of his drink. He stood up from his chair and dropped a ten dollars on the table before walking out of the store.

Once outside, he looked at the sky and by the position of the sun he could tell that it was at least past twelve, he thought about walking home but shrugged off the idea. It was still too early to return home (by his standards at least) so he decided to pay his old man a visit.

He hadn't seen his step father in a week and (one could call him sappy for this but he frankly wouldn't care) he missed him. He walked over to his motor bike and mounted it, with a swift kick to the starter the motorcycle roared to life.

He put the appropriate gear and sped off in the highway, within the space of thirty four minutes he arrive at his step father's mansion.

Yep, he had built a mansion for his father figure while he lived in a shit stain of a building…..

Let that sink in for a moment…yeah

He stopped at the entrance where an identification scan was performed on him before the massive gates opened.

He slowly drove into the compound and parked his motorcycle before getting off the bike, he casually walked to the mansion's door where he rang the door bell and waited for the butler to open the door.

Soon enough the butler opened the door, "Good Afternoon master Perseus" he said in a thick British accent causing Percy to give him a rare friendly smile, "It's all good Alfred" he said in a friendly tone indicating his liking of the Brit before scowling at him, "What did I tell you about calling me master? He asked in a scolding tone.

"Shall I get master Paul then?" the butler asked with a small smile of his own, "Yes please" Percy answered simply causing the butler to walk off to complete the task.

Most people would have thought that it was stereotypical to think that a Brit would make a perfect butler but frankly Percy didn't care. Who didn't want to feel like Batman?

And as an added bonus he hired a Brit named 'Alfred' for a butler.

After two minutes, Percy began to tap his finger against his knee cap at a rapid pace due to his ADHD, his eyes began to dart about the well furnished living room and things would have taken a bad turn if it weren't for his step father wheeling in with his motorized wheelchair.

Percy let out a breath in relief, it was never a good idea to leave an ADHD demigod alone in a room full of shiny and valuable items.

Paul smiled warmly at his step son who had finally had the time to come visit him, he might've had Alfred who though a source of good company was not close enough to be called family just yet.

Percy immediately wrapped his old man in a large hug causing his smile to widen despite his oxygen deprivation.

On sensing his discomfort, Percy released the poor man from his bear hug and grinned at his father figure, "How've you been old man? Anything interesting happen while I was gone?" he asked in a cheerful tone causing the retired teacher to shrug.

"Nothing much, though there is news that the tesseract was stolen two days ago" he said in an even tone causing Percy's lips to set in a thin line.

"Oh" came his intelligent reply as he walked to the centre table where he picked up an apple, Paul narrowed his eyes at his step son "Percy…" he began causing said person to look up from the apple he was (seemingly) observing and look at him.

"…you have made millions if not billions of dollars from this line of work, don't you think it's time to call it quits?" he asked softly, Percy shook his head and sighed "It's not that easy dad, once you're in the game, you're in it and it's not so easy to just leave" he said in a soft but firm tone.

Paul sighed sadly as he removed his glasses, "I know it's not that easy, but you have to try, if something were to happen to you I would…" at this the aged man began to tear up causing Percy's eyes soften as he wrapped the wheel chaired bound man in another hug.

"Don't worry about me old man, I'll try to get out as soon as possible" he promised his father figure causing his sobs to reduce to sniffles.

LINEBREAK

Percy drove out of the mansion on his motorcycle, he had spent most of the day with his step dad playing video games, cooking, having an eating competition with him and even pushing the old man around the swimming pool at top speed much to the amusement of the older man and the dismay of the staff.

The time was now fourteen minutes past six which meant it was time to go home, using the darkness to his advantage he drove home at full speed much to the dismay of other road users.

Percy arrived at the piss stain of an apartment complex which he called home and alighted from the motorcycle, he walked into the complex and made his way to his very own apartment.

Just before he could open the door he sensed some liquid signatures in his home, judging by their heartbeats (which he could sense due to the fact that blood is 70% water) they were not hostile….at least not yet.

'Well, looks like I've got one hell of a night ahead of me' he thought just as he opened his door and walked in.

AN: I would've posted this earlier but I had to host some hunters from a hunting association that my dad is a member of hence I am utterly drained, but hey you can make my morning tomorrow by reviewing, sooooooo get typing….please?