Logan
They had their first close-call within the first five minutes.
Argus dropped Logan, Daphne, and Sarah off at the front of Rockafeller Center. That's when Logan saw the cop car. It was an average Manhattan police cruiser with one officer inside it drinking a cup of coffee. Logan knew that the police would be looking for him. He did, more or less, escape from juvie. He told everyone it was a military school and that he had been expelled, but it was a way bigger deal than that.
"Argus, do you think you can drop us off somewhere else?" Logan asked as politely as he could. Argus just shook his head. "You don't talk much do you?" And with that Argus kicked them out and drove off. "Get down." Logan hissed as he pushed the girls behind a bush, hoping the cop hadn't noticed them.
"What is up with you?" Sarah said before Logan shushed her.
Logan took a peek and, just his luck, the cop looked right at him. Then Logan did something that would probably kill them all. He loaded an arrow into his bow and, just as the cop stepped out of the car, launched the tazer arrow into the officer's chest. He spazzed out for a few seconds then was KO'd instantly. "Why would you do that?" Daphne asked incredulously.
"Free ride." Logan explained pointing his thumb at the cruiser. The cop had left the door open when he stepped out, but took the keys with him. Searching a cop's pockets would look suspicious, so Logan jimmied the ignition with his new hunting knife and that did it.
"We're jacking a cop car?!" Sarah asked a little too loudly.
"Look, we need a ride to California, and we don't have enough cash for a taxi ride there," Logan explained, "if you have a better idea then say it now." No one spoke. "Alright. Who's driving?"
Sarah said she had her learner's permit so Logan let her take the wheel, and in about 20 minutes they were in New Jersey.
"You should probably rest up," Sarah told Logan, "you'll need a ton of energy for when we start hitting monsters." He wanted to argue that it was only 8:30 in the morning, but then again he had been rudely awakened that morning by an electrical shock, so he might as well.
The only downside to sleeping: the dreams.
Logan dreamt he was on a rocky out cropping overlooking the Lincoln Tunnel. He saw the cop car they were riding in speed out of it sirens blaring. Standing next to him was a man wearing a black trenchcoat and fedora which blocked his face. He spoke to Logan in a french accent. "That car down there. Three demigods ride inside of it. I want you to kill them, but bring their bodies back to me. I will feast on their flesh and use their bones as toothpicks."
Logan felt like he knew that voice, but dismissed it for the time being. Logan spoke back to him in a voice that sounded like the Joker from batman. "Would you preferred them barbecued first, master? I can do that, you know."
"No you fool!" Fedora Dude shouted, "You know I like to eat heroes raw!" Fedora Dude turned towards Logan and smiled. Then Logan realized who his dream self was talking to.
"Speaking of heroes, it appears that one of them has found his way over here." And Logan stared in terror as "Uncle" Thorn, the person who had watched over Logan for his last year at the orphanage, the person who had tried to kill Logan and ended up being killed instead, the person who caused Logan to be sent to St. David's in the first place, shot a spike right at him.
He woke up to the sound of Daphne screaming her head off.