Leo

"We good to go?" Annabeth asked. I thought about everything I had on me. My tool belt, and my backpack with ambrosia and nectar as well as food and water. I'm good. To be honest I'd be good with just my tool belt. That's all a mechanic or craftsman needs.

"Yep," I replied.

"We're good to go," said the man with sapphire eyes, Dorian. Behind him was Lysandra and Manon. Although a distance away I could see dirty blonde hair sitting on a chair.

"Is he good to go?" I asked looking over at Aedion.

"He misses his cousin, and blames himself," Lysandra said.

"Well is he ready or not?" Annabeth said.

"Yeah, I'll go tell him we are going," Lysandra replied.

Annabeth turned towards Cassian, Rhys, Amren, Mor and Freya, making sure they were good to go. There were eleven of us going on this trip, much larger than most quests. But this was for Percy, we needed all the help we could get even if it meant attracting a bit more attention.

I stared over at half-blood hill where the other group had gone an hour ago. I hope they find the girl, she had spirit. And fire powers, but she was strong, terrifyingly strong with her wicked smirk.

We all began our trip up the hill, I walked beside Annabeth on the way up.

"So um, we got a plan here blondie?" I asked the daughter of Athena.

"Yes," she replied, eyes not leaving the path in front of her.

"Are you going to tell me what it is, or do I have to guess based on your facial expressions?" I asked sarcastically.

Annabeth sighed. "I'm going to look for Pheme."

"Pheme," I repeated trying to figure out where I had heard that name before.

"Basically, the God of gossip. If someone has heard something, it's her," Annabeth replied.

"So this God, what do we need to watch out for?" called a voice from behind us. We both turned to see Rhysand a good distance away from us, but still, he could hear our hushed conversation. That is something I needed to get used to.

We both slowed down a bit to rejoin the rest of the group. "Pheme…well I have never spoken to her but I've heard that she likes to mess around with people, demigods especially. Starting false rumours is her favourite thing to do, next thing you know you can be arrested and in court because she said you're a terrorist. And she is relentless, impossible to quell. But if we are kind, we should be able to talk to her, she loves to talk. She hears all the rumours, so if anyone knows something about Percy it is her."

"Where is she?" I asked hoping we didn't have to travel to another country or something.

"Pheme's location is hard to pinpoint, I was doing a lot of reading and I think she is either in Seattle or New Orleans," Annabeth replied.

"They are on two completely different sides of the US," I exclaimed.

Annabeth just nodded her head.

"Is there any way you can narrow that down further?" Asked Mor who was walking beside Cassian.

"She's the God of rumours, if she doesn't want to be found, which she doesn't, then she spreads rumours that she's in fifty-odd locations. I only narrowed it down to those two by looking at archived quests," Annabeth explained.

"So then how are we going to do this?" Freya asked.

"New Orleans is closer," I pointed out.

"Yeah, we will go there first. Then if we find nothing, we will go to Seattle," Annabeth agreed.

I looked at the long road that we were now walking along. The city of Jazz music and crime. Sounds like it's going to be one hell of a road trip.

"What the fuck was that!" Rhysand yell. Freya clutched onto him whilst the others looked at the road in shock. Amren stepping closer to it.

"The car?" Annabeth asked.

"I know right? That was such an ugly one if you asked me, humans have no sense of taste or efficiency. The fuel consumption on those. Don't even get me started on the braking systems. The most dangerous form of transport humans can go in, yet they use it every day thinking it's so safe. Then they jump on an aeroplane, which is so much safer, and get all scared. " I started.

"Leo, I don't think they know what you're saying," Annbeth stopped my rant. I looked over at their shocked faces.

"I guess you don't have those in Pixie Land do you?" I asked.

"No," Freya replied.

"Get used to them, and these," Annabeth said waving down the long island bus.

"This world is weird," Mor said.

"You get used to it," Dorian replied. "Let's move."