This part of the chapter was a bit of fun, I was bored. Guess who's POV it is. Virtual cookies to all who guess correctly! Maybe it is a bit obvious...

There's nothing that matches the joy of flying. But there are people that could do without it. Thalia, I noted with interest, was ashen-faced and clutched her pegasus as if her life depended on it. Well, it probably did, but it wasn't as if Onyx would let her fall.

Pretty strange, don't you think, that a daughter of Zeus would be afraid of heights? I thought so too.

"I'm hungry," the Gasman groaned. I almost laughed at the look of frustration on Max's face. But I never laugh.

"Yeah, me too." Nudge replied conversationally. "Couldn't we, like, go to that restaurant that we did last time in New York? You know, the one that they sent the police after us? We could give them a good shock - "

"No." Max countered sternly. And that was the end of that.

I was hungry, too. But no way was I going to admit it. Especially not to Max.

Now, the primary part of this chapter. Credit for the idea goes to I'm Strange and I like it. Grover is embarking on his quest for Pan. Excuse me if he's OOC, I haven't read one of the PJO books in a while. And here it begins:

Grover sat at a table in a local coffee shop. He drained his cup. "A-another pl-please," he requested, caffeine beginning to impede his speech. The serving lady eyed him disapprovingly, but brought another cup. Grover handed her a few coins.

Just then, a curious foursome entered the shop. They were all men, tall and broad. They chose a table, but ordered nothing. One glanced at Grover.

He fingered the rim of his black sunglasses, triggering the hidden infrared camera optics. What he saw surprised him greatly.

The boy was some sort of recombinant. From the waist and below he appeared to be a donkey or goat, fur and all. And he had horns. Apparently a renegade mutant.

"Unauthorized recombinant," he whispered to his team. They took the information in stride, no astonishment showing on their faces. Another of the men, who appeared to be the leader, walked up to Grover.

"Haven't you had enough coffee?" he said in angelic voice.

"M-maybe," he said inarticulately. "I better go."

"That would be wise," he intoned with that enticing voice. He subtly nodded to his team.

Grover left the store, almost tripping on the way. The four men followed him with light footsteps.

Unless you haven't read MR, you should be ashamed if you don't know who the four men are. No offense, but it's so obvious. Sorry for the somewhat short chapter. And by the way, if you think the Erasers are a bit OOC, then that's because this is a different branch of Erasers, trained and slightly tapered for stealth and recon. The School wanted to be more subtle. Seven reviews I want, and don't forget to put a guess for the first part of the chapter!