"Name?"
"Dude, c'mon, you already know my-."
"Name."
*sigh*"Robert Alan."
"Crime?"
"378 robberies last year. 2 a day if I felt like it."
"And?"
"Resisting arrest."
"And?"
"Assaulting a priest because he tried throwing me out of the church."
The Policeman sat back and looked at Robert. "Kid, why do you keep ending up back here?"
"Because I keep getting caught, somehow."
"Why do you steal in the first place? I know your a good kid, but you keep on wasting the chances I give you."
"In case you've forgotten, dude, I'm a fucking klepto. I can't help it. Yes, I enjoy it, but that doesn't mean I make a conscious decision to do it."
"Yeah, but Even kleptomaniacs don't steal everyday for a year."
"Sometimes twice a day, if I got bored. Look, I've already given you the whole rundown of how many crimes I've committed. What do you want me to do, tell you my whole life story?"
"Why not? You have plenty of time."
Robert raised an eyebrow. "Wait, seriously?"
"Despite what you think, kid, This can be a very boring job. I need something to pass the time."
Robert smirked and leaned back. "I mean, It's not that interesting. The only thing that ever happened was when I found out I was a klepto."
"How did that happen?"
"Well…"
Before Robert could start, however, there was a knocking on the door. Another officer walked in. "Sir, we have a problem at the front desk. There's this guy demanding to see his brother or something, even though visiting hours are over."
"I gotta take care of this. Be right back." The other officer said as he stood up and walked to the door, opening it and stepping through.
"Sure. Take your time." Robert replied.
The man didn't come back for around a few minutes before a new guy walked into the room, his police cap tilted over his eyes. He then gestured for Robert to stand before he then gestured to the door and spoke.
"Alrighty, ya comin' with me kid. Ready to leave or do you need a minute?" The officer said, speaking with a Boston accent as he made sure that Robert was in handcuffs. The man then walked out of the room, pushing Robert along before they got to the room outside of the interrogation area, where plenty of the monitors were. Most of them were off, except for one, which provided the only light in the room.
"Ok, what's going on?" Robert asked, slightly confused.
As he asked that question, the officer raised his cap with one hand as his accent suddenly vanished, replacing itself with a deeper, more normal voice. It was Weston.
"We either have ten minutes before the guy you were just talking to wakes up or five minutes before the janitor is finished cleaning the rooms and return to the closet. Inside is that cop. I have his uniform, his gun, his taser, and the cuffs that are currently on you. I took a minute to explain this to you, so move your ass, now." He practically growled at him before escorting Robert out of the interrogation room and through the center of the cubicles they used as offices. "Hope you're ready to meet a friend of mine. His idea to get you out."
"You have friends?"
"Yes, now shut the hell up and come on." He says, pushing him along as they practically walked right out the front door of the station.
"Wait, so you're doing what someone else is telling you do?"
"Yes, but that is beside the point. Let's move." He muttered to Robert as he walked outside with him. They got around a corner too eventually meet Chris, only perfect timing before the alarms at the police station began to go off.
"Ah, good. At least we were out of there by the time that happened."
"That's your boss? Dude's scrawny as hell!"
"And your boss was going to be the first person who noticed you dropping the soap in prison, so quiet."
Robert opened his mouth, but then changed his mind and shut it. Weston laughed.
"And I thought Hermes was the god of roasting people. I'm disappointed."
"You were thinking of Apollo, Weston."
Weston frowned. "Well, this mission just got a lot less interesting."
"Uh, pardon me guys, but in case you didn't notice, I-"
"Hold that thought." Weston said as he shoved Robert into a limo. Robert whistled.
"If y'all hadn't rescued me, I'd be robbing you right now."
"You'd have your head shoved into concrete." The boy- what was his name, Chris?- said. He didn't sound like he was kidding.
"Anyway...Is there a reason you busted me out of jail. I'm fairly sure I don't owe you any money. Could be wrong, but, hey, It's a long list."
"Weston, explain."
The teen folded his hands behind his back and began speaking in a firm tone, signalling he was serious about what he was saying. "Essentially, you're going to be in charge of ground reconnaissance, search and rescue, along with escorting what I call, 'precious cargo.' Seeing as Hermes is notorious for his incredible speed, and seeing how you share that trait, we've chosen you for the remainder of our operations."
"Weston-" Chris began. "English.."
"That was English, what-"
"Civilian English! We aren't all wannabe Navy Seals, Attila!"
"Right.." Weston turned back to Robert and just said one thing with a blank expression. "..You're the messenger."
"Ok?" Robert asked. "So why exactly am I the-"
"Because I need someone to do my work for me. I can't be everywhere at once." Chris said.
"In reality, he's just fucking lazy." Weston muttered. "Took him a goddam year to find two of us."
"No, It took me a year to learn everything I could about the myths, so I could reference them when I need to know what to look for. For example, Dionysus will, more likely than not, either be an alcoholic or an actor. Or both. Plus, it took me forever to figure out why I even need to bother. The fucking tree lady-"
"I'm sorry, did you say tree lady?"
"Minor detail, don't worry about it. Anyway, she didn't explain what I'm supposed to do once I find all of you guys."
"How many of us are there?"
"About...thirteen, including us."
"How long did it take you to find him?" Robert asked, gesturing to Weston.
"About a month. Don't know why, but once I found him, it became a lot easier to find you." Chris said, shrugging.
"Wait, you've only found two of us?"
"Like I said, I can't be everywhere at once."
"And What do you get out of this?' Robert asked Weston.
"The dude's rich as hell. Do you how much weaponry I could get with his money? That, and I had nothing better to do."
"How'd you get drawn into this in the first place?"
"Heh, ended up writing a message for me in alligator blood, which really interested me. I thought 'why not,' and joined him."
"How'd you get-?"
"Again, besides the point. We're looking for Dionysus because he should be easy to find. Do you know any alcoholic actors?"
Robert thought for a moment, then smiled. "Actually, yeah. I know a guy."
