Sorry for the delay, guys. Man, I've been busy. I've had assignments and tests and all that stuff that bores the Hades out of me, but on Friday I got to explode rockets! It was fun... Yeah. My dad is creepy. He's tapping the window of my room right now with a retarded expression... I'm (unfortunately) related to him. Gah.

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It had been almost a week since Capture the Flag, and Jenna's mailbox was clogged with messages from her Dad and Sam, asking her to meet Lily in New Jersey. She hadn't read any of them, of course. But her mood was fouler than ever, and no one seemed to want to ask why.

Usually, either Matt or Diana would try and break her out of it, but both were … a bit preoccupied. So that left Trent, because Clarisse had sworn that if she had to look after Jenna one more time she would kill someone. Literally, she had organised a bomb to go off in the Hades cabin because Trent hadn't bothered to go help the girl.

Unfortunately, Trent wasn't able to convince Jenna to stop being mopey. He still didn't know how she managed to hang him, unconscious, from the top of Thalia's Pine. Heck, he didn't know how she managed to knock him out (but he did suspect her dart gun).

So, needless to say, camp seemed a bit dull for the friends of the Morgan girl. However … the tightly-knit group of fifteen, sixteen and seventeen year olds weren't the only ones present at Camp Half-Blood.

Nor were they the only half-bloods.

They came from the alleyway, running in earnest, the boy and the girl did, and onto the deserted New York City street. The girl was young, only thirteen at most, while the boy was at least sixteen. Their faces had dirt smudges and their bodies were painfully thin, marking them as homeless. As to where they were heading, no one, not even themselves, knew – all they knew was that they had to get away from their current position.

'Come on, Lief, they're almost here! Hurry!' the boy yelled, tugging the arm of the girl, Lief. They started to run even quicker than they had been earlier. Then the girl jerked to a halt and gave a little gasp.

'Omega!' she yelled. 'Where's Omega?'

The boy started jerking on her arm even more frantically than before. 'Lief,' he moaned. 'Come on! The mutt will follow, alright?'

'No!' Lief thrashed and pulled her arm from the boy's grip. 'I'll be back soon!' she shouted over her shoulder at the boy, who instantly followed her, yelling her name out.

But he needn't have worried. The massive black and white Border Collie bounded up the street, barking at her mistress as she went. Omega (that was the dog's name) bounded into Lief almost knocking her over, but at the last second helped the girl to steady herself. Then they both ran back to where the boy stood.

This time, when they started to run, neither of the children stopped or looked back.

The brunette looked warily around her, slipping the knife covertly from her sleeve. Dark hazel eyes glanced furtively around. She signalled to the tanned boy beside her, who smirked and raised his eyebrows suggestively. She rolled her eyes.

'Aloan, do me a favour and smack the shit out of Troy, will you?' the brunette said, motioning to the older girl that accompanied the two. She looked a bit like the other girl, but there were quite a few differences; her hair was curly and fell to her waist and was highlighted blonde, whereas her companion had a harsh, shoulder-length cut that looked as if she'd cut it with the knife in her hand; the older girl had a paler complexion; her eyes were a forest-green; and she was tall, much taller than her friend.

Aloan smiled. 'Lily, we're on a mission that you personally want finished,' she chided. 'We don't have time.'

The girl, Lily, nodded.

'You're right, as always, Al,' she said.

The boy grinned and threw an arm around Aloan. 'I always knew I liked this one,' he said, fingering a lock of her hair.

Aloan's smile dissipated. Gingerly, as if it would burn her, she removed the boy's arm from her shoulders with a look of pure distaste.

'Why did we have to take him with us, again?' she said, grimacing. The boy looked at her in mock-hurt.

'You had to take me because I'm awesome,' he replied. 'Besides, Reams … you know you want me.' The last statement was uttered in his "seductive" tone. It caused both girls to give him looks that told him quite plainly that he was an idiot.

But before anything could be said aloud, two people came running into the alley that the trio had stationed themselves in. The boy's hurt look disappeared and he stepped in front of the pair, a boy and a girl.

'What do we have here?' he said. Lily and Aloan came forward to stand next to him so that the pair had nowhere to run. 'Oh, I see! Two kiddies in a dark alleyway in New York City at night-time.'

The assessment wasn't entirely true. Yes, they were in New York City and yes, they were in an alleyway at night-time, but the pair weren't really children. In fact, the blonde boy seemed to be about Lily's age and the girl wasn't much younger than twelve or thirteen.

'Who are you?' demanded Aloan.

The pair put their hands up in surrender when they saw the weapons that the trio possessed.

'No need for those,' said the blonde boy in a placating tone. 'We're just passing through, so if you'll excuse me …'

He and the girl tried to get past the three, but none of them moved aside or backwards. Actually, they stepped forwards and placed their weapons in a defensive position. The duo backed away a little.

'Your names, now, hotshot,' commanded Lily, using a powerful Charmspeak tone. She knew that when her voice was like this, there was no possibility of him refusing her.

'I'm Keenan and this is Lief,' he said without hesitation. A look of confusion crossed his face. 'What – I didn't – huh?'

Lily smirked and explained, 'I can … convince … anyone to do anything I wish of them. Of course, if it was something threatening a powerful bond between two people, it won't work – like if you had a wife or kids or something.'

'Not likely,' said the boy of the trio. He lowered his weapon. The golden trident shifted its shape around till it was only a red Queen of Hearts playing card. He stuffed it in his pocket. 'I'm Zane, Zane Troy, and these bimbos –' Aloan smacked him on his right cheek and then Lily got him from the other side immediately after '– ouch! – are Aloan Reams and Lily Morgan.'

Keenan nodded while Lief made no movement at all, observing them with analytical, grey eyes. Lily opened her mouth to say something when another person entered the alleyway – but this person was the one the trio had been expecting.

Her face was identical to Lily's in every aspect, down to the little freckle on her right cheek just below her eye. Their only differences were their hair, which the new arrival wore long in a messy braid, and their clothes.

'Jenna,' said Lily calmly. 'I thought we were going to meet at Le Parker Meridian.'

'Hey,' said Jake, sitting down next to Susie. 'Why're you out here?' He gestured to the lake in front of them and the forest behind.

'Why would you care?' she snipped. Her eyebrows rose as she turned to him and he held her gaze. 'After all, you haven't talked to me all week and every time I try, you just ignore me.'

'I haven't …'He trailed off, and started again, 'I haven't been ignoring you, Su. I've just been busy.'

'Oh really?' she said bitingly, standing up. He rose to meet her. 'Then what do you say about yesterday at dinner?'

That was one time that he couldn't deny ignoring her. She'd tried to speak to him for about a minute until one of his sisters, Riley, asked him a question about something they were making in the forge and he'd answered happily, going into large detail. Susie gave up soon after Riley started to talk to him.

Before he could even say one word in defence, she'd stalked off.

'Chiron!' yelled Trent, running to the Big House, Matt and Diana only a step behind him. The centaur frowned and looked up to answer, but the look on Trent's face stopped him short. 'Jenna's gone!'

An incredulous look grace Chiron's face. 'What did you say?' he asked. The stunned tone of voice only infuriated Trent as he skidded to a stop on the porch.

'Jenna's gone,' he repeated. 'You know, Jenna. Jenna Morgan. Jennifer. Hatter. Oh Precious Insane One. The Girl with the Multiple Names.'

'Do you know where she could've gone?' asked Chiron thoughtfully.

'No,' answered Matt, shaking his head. But beside him came a hesitant voice. 'Well…'

'What do you know?' demanded Trent, grabbing her by the collar – which was really odd for him, seeing as they both got along rather well usually. That's when Matt went into instant defence mode and punched Trent on the side of his face and all Hades broke loose. Eventually though, with the help of four campers holding back Trent and one holding back Matt. 'What do you know, Madison? Where is she?'

Diana, with the most alarmed look on her face since three weeks ago when Jenna suggested as a joke that she and Kieran St Clair should go out, stuttered out, 'She got a phone call not too long ago, from her dad. He wanted her to meet her sister in the city for lunch.'

Trent stopped struggling and turned to Chiron with a horrified look on his handsome face.

'We have to find her before they kill each other.'

Yeah, yeah, I know, it's bad, but I lost the inspiration after lunch and I promised myself I would finish the chapter. You won't find out what happens at lunch with Lily and Jenna until later (it involves Jenna, a shrimp platter and time-travel) but I promise, you will find out.

Peace Out,

Mads.