In this chapter, forget that the members of the flock know anything about God. OK? If you were expecting a big bloody fight scene, then sorry, you've been disappointed. This made me crack up when I wrote it. I messed around with the readers. Hooray! A bit of Percabeth here, and its Angel's POV.

Angel's POV:

Wow, you should've seen Max's face when she turned around. It was priceless. I could hear direct thoughts in her head.

What? Ari is here? Why does he always wreck my day?

Her expression soon turned to absolute shock, then anger. Especially since the Gasman was right behind her, mimicking Ari's voice. We all cracked up, except Max. Even Fang chuckled in the air. I momentarily felt sorry for Gazzy. Max was going to kill him.

She appeared to be struggling to control herself. "Was that necessary?" she asked acidly.

I had expected her to be yelling and screaming. Apparently she didn't want to look like a volatile idiot in front of her new 'friends', two girls and a boy, all in their mid-teens. They didn't appear to be hostile, and a quick mind scan revealed nothing of importance. Except...

"Annabeth," I said, addressing the blonde-haired girl. She looked unnerved that I knew her name, considering I had never spoken to her. "Percy thinks that you look cute. Were you aware of that?"

Max gave me a weary look, most unlike her, and the boy Percy blushed heavily. So did Annabeth. The other girl, called Thalia, gave me a funny look. Like she didn't know what to think about me.

"Angel can read minds," Max explained to them. "You've got no privacy around her. We all have some special talents."

All three looked like they wanted to die. Max had tried to get used to it, she really did. But no one could hide anything from me. They thought about it, it was mine. I almost felt sorry for them. Almost.

"Come on, I'll take you on a tour. Max and-" Annabeth started, then was interrupted by Fang.

"Fang."

"Max and Fang can see the orientation film. Everyone else, come with me." she finished. I was surprised when Fang revealed not his fake name, but the one he picked for himself. It was obvious, even without checking his mind, that he trusted them fully. Max seemed to as well. They both really liked this place.

She beckoned, still a little red from my...let's just say "instigation"...Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy and I followed her. I looked around briefly. This place was beautiful, and untainted by machines. I saw a lot of goat-men, which from the orientation film I learned were called satyrs.

The thought of the orientation film made me frown slightly. So there were gods ruling over our lives? Apparently, at least one of them really hates Max. The twelve Olympians sounded...strange. A council of ever-quarreling, superpowerful family members ruling over the world? It didn't seem a good idea to me. According to the film, all the kids who were here were children of gods and regular people. All except us. We were always outcasts, always different, wherever we went.

Annabeth's voice jolted me back from my thoughts. "This is where we hold sword and spear fights," she said, pointing to an amphitheater-ish place. So we could still hone ourselves here. Interesting.

I gently nudged her mind. There's no reason we can't go see a fight...

She frowned. Then she looked at me, like, Don't even think about it. Apparently, she had some sort of mental resistance. Maybe it came from being a 'demigod', I think that was the word. No one had ever resisted my mind control.

She led us some more, to a green field with six cabins on either side. The cabins had the same basic shape, but all of them were different. Modeled after the gods, I picked up from her mind. There were twelve cabins, each modeled individually after a god. She pointed out exactly what I was thinking. You would go into the cabin of your parent. But we had no immortal parents.

"Where do we go?" Nudge voiced my thoughts. She had even started to quiet down, in this place. This camp seemed to bring out the people in ourselves that we never seemed to show. Nudge was actually not talking until she was hoarse. Fang actually showed himself being happy, Iggy didn't seem much bothered about being blind, which was normal, though. We were being changed, and I wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not.

"Hermes takes all newcomers," Annabeth said. "But you're not demigods. I'll have to ask Chiron."

Comforting. No beds for us, because we're different. I was tired of being different.

"Ah! Newbies!" said the brown-haired girl Clarisse from behind us.

I picked up a stray thought from Annabeth's mind: You would've thought she'd learned her lesson. Apparently not.So Clarisse did something to new campers. Didn't sound pleasant at all.

Out of nowhere, Iggy yelled, "Duck!"

I ducked. One thing you learn from living with the flock, if someone says 'duck', get your head down.

Clarisse went down like a rock. Annabeth looked at Iggy, almost horrified. "W-what did you do?"

"Mild nerve gas, solidified into a small pellet." he said, like he had this all planned out.

Gazzy stared in awe. "How long will she be out? And how'd you get nerve gas?"

"I have my sources," Iggy said, winking a sightless eye. "By my estimation, about a minute or two. The gas is very weak."

Wow. That probably wouldn't work on Erasers, though. Iggy's thoughts confirmed it.

Annabeth appeared to be thinking. "I think..."

I finished her sentence. "you want us to be on your team for capture the flag, which is tonight."

She nodded, almost smiling. "Ares won't know what hit them."

Thanks for reading! Let me tell you now, the flock members are slightly OOC for a reason. It ties into the overall plot. So if PJO characters are OOC, tell me. But the flock, I want them to be OOC. It's important to the story. I learned not to underestimate the reviewers, so I want at least 7 reviews for this chapter. Got it? And Angel, I know she thinks more like an older kid, that's because of all the older minds she's infiltrated. I'm making Angel more...er...sinister...than she's portrayed in the books. If sinister is the word. Remember, seven reviews!