Percy
It was time for Frank and Hazel to leave for Camp Jupiter. Percy stood with Jason and Piper at the Greyhound stop with him waving at their friends. Percy refused to let his anxiety at separating show. It was irrational, he knew, but he was terrified that if he let them leave, if they got that far out of his reach; he wouldn't be able to protect them and that they'd get hurt. Or worse.
Percy reminded himself, again, that Frank and Hazel were incredibly powerful demigods; they knew how to take care of themselves. Plus they were headed for Camp Jupiter; which was just as protected and safe as Camp Half Blood is. Once the bus was out of view he turned towards Jason and Piper.
"See you back at camp?" He asked, fighting to keep his voice even and neutral. Percy was not panicking. He really wasn't. Or so he told himself. Piper nodded.
"Tell Chiron we'll be back in a couple hours. We're just going to see a movie and then head straight back to camp. Perfectly safe." She assured him. He knew she was trying to make him feel better just as much as she wanted him to deliver the message to their mentor. Percy smiled wanly at his friends. Waving he started to walk back to his mom's apartment. He wanted to get a few extra cookies from his mom before he went back to Camp for the rest of the year. After the war he'd used his boon from the gods to retire. No more quests, no more monster killing, no more world to save. He didn't want to be on the frontlines anymore. He'd rather work for Chiron now; training the next generation of heroes, quietly waiting until he joined Annabeth in Elysium. All Percy planned on doing now was teaching sword fighting at both camps, maybe take a few classes at the college in New Rome, go to the beach a little. He'd outlived enough friends.
Percy started to get the prickling sensation on the back of his neck that meant he was being watched. He slowed down imperceptibly, and took a casual look around. He spotted the red headed woman and the blonde mortals from the night before quickly enough. This time neither of them wore the strange costumes. Percy slipped closer to a large group of people, looking for the safety of a herd. He listened as carefully as he could and heard the quiet whirr of machinery over the usual hubbub of the busy bus station. The man in the flying suit was here too. Percy stepped closer to a jewelry store, looking in the reflection. He spotted a man in black, a bow at the ready. That made at least four. He sped up again, heading for a street corner to hail a cab from. But just before he could, a man with greying hair and a tweed jacket bumped into him.
"I'm sorry about this." The man said, his voice soft.
"Don't worry about it." Percy muttered walking away.
"No, for this." Suddenly Percy felt a small pinch of a needle in his arm. He looked down to see the man had depressed a syringe into his arm. Percy snarled at the apologetic man even as he slumped to the ground, his vision going black.