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"One, 21 Guns
Throw up your arms into the sky
You and I"

-Twenty One Guns, Green Day

PERCY'S POV-

Stupid Percy, Stupid Percy, Stupid Percy…

This was the same thought that ran through my head over and over, winding it's way through my brain yet not being registered.

I had no idea what got into me. Here I was, in the brink of a life-threatening mission, and what was I doing? Kissing Annabeth Chase like the world depended on it, of course!

My mind fought with itself, going something like this:

Logical Percy: You should stop.

Sexually Frustrated Percy: Why? This feels nice!

Logical Percy: You're putting Annabeth in danger. Have you no shame, brother?

Sexually Frustrated Percy: How could I? Luke's right. I should take advantage of the time that I'm with her, while I'm still here.

Logical Percy: But-your father-The Olympians! You can't just make out with someone without telling them what they're getting themselves into!

Sexually Frustrated Percy: YOLO!

I kissed Annabeth harder. Everything I had wanted to tell Annabeth for as long as I knew her, but couldn't, was released in one fluid motion of the lips. It was perfect. Just so damn perfect. That is, until-

"I knew it! I knew you were meant for each other!"

Grover's enthusiastic voice permeated the heated atmosphere, shocking me completely. Apparently he frightened Annabeth too because a split-second later, she bit my bottom lip (and none too gently). I grudgingly pulled apart from her, searching for Grover's face in the midst of the dark room. When I finally caught sight of him, I scowled. Wasn't interrupting your best friend in the middle of kissing an extremely beautiful girl, against the bro code?

"Grover," I started, smoothing out my features to look less murderous.

He spoke, ignoring my attempt at passively questioning him. "I can't believe it! No wait, I can! My ship is officially a cannon! It set sail the moment I saw you two playing tonsil tennis! I've got to write this down!"

"Grover," I again tried to speak to him, but it was getting harder to suppress my annoyance with each interruption he threw at me.

"I even made T-shirts! Want to see them?" Grover asked.

"No I-"

"Look!" From under his desk, my fandom-obsessed buddy pulled out a custom made shirt with the words PERCABETH printed across the front in large letters. "I had two versions mailed to me! One with a grey background and green letters and another one the other way around! Want me to send you guys one? It's free shipping!"

I glanced at Annabeth, who raised a bewildered eyebrow when she caught me looking. I shrugged as an answer, silently telling her that this was normal everyday-Grover behavior. She laughed, entwining her fingers with mine, and causing me wink.

"Oh my gosh! You're having a Percabeth moment!" Grover practically fell out of his seat, waving around his iPhone. "I need to get this on camera. Hold still! This is history in the making!"

I blinked, blinded momentarily from the bright flash. When I at last got my bearings together, I sighed.

"Man, I know you're having a great time making a photo album for our future wedding and all-" at this, Grover squealed in a way that made me question his manhood- ", but I need to know, is there any good reason you wanted to iris message with me?"

I felt like I had flooded the room with cold water, the moment the words escaped my mouth. Quicker than I thought possible, Grover's expression changed from gleeful to foreboding and I found myself not wanting an answer.

"It's Ethan," he said, "I think he's planning to hurt Tyson."

I clutched Annabeth's hand harder, using her as my lifeline to reality. I felt that if I didn't hold on to anything, I would fall and never hit the bottom of wherever it is I was going. She squeezed, letting me know that she was by my side.

"What?" A distinct voice that I later realized was mine, asked.

"Percy, I may just be jumping to conclusions. I don't know for sure if what I think is true," Grover made an attempt to sound comforting, but it was lost on me. Nobody could sugarcoat when something was wrong. His false words only served to make me more anxious.

"Tell me what happened," I urged, squeezing my eyes shut tight. I didn't want to witness Grover's show of pity.

"Nothing happened, really," he began. "But from what the evidence has shown, I expect that major crap is going to come down on us soon. A while ago, I was having my usual chamomile tea-good for relaxation you know? When out of nowhere, I saw Ethan appear on my video monitor, only more nerdy-looking. Like me after a Pokemon convention! That wasn't what freaked me out though. What totally blew was that he was with Tyson! And he wasn't even being a douche!"

I opened my eyes, now completely baffled. "What do you mean? Where did you see them?"

"They were at the park talking like they'd known each other their whole life." Grover shook his head, expressing the same amount of confusion as me. "It didn't make sense! They had a deck of mythomagic cards between them, and besides the amount of trees that game murders, there wasn't anything even remotely evil going on. Ethan wasn't chopping Tyson to pieces-" I glared angrily at Grover for even bringing up that sensitive topic-"Sorry, bad choice of words. Anyway, I skimmed through past footage and saw more occasions when they were together. I can't believe I haven't noticed before!"

"Where's Tyson now?" I demanded.

"That's what I wanted to IM you about." Grover solemnly looked me square in the eye. "He's with Ethan at the bowling place near you old house."

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"You aren't seriously going through with this, are you?"

I zipped up my Olympian spy suit (the same one I had worn last time I beat up Nancy Bobofit) as answer to Annabeth's question.

"Look at me." The amount of authority in Annabeth's delivery forced me to face her standing near my bedroom door. "If all that you've told me is true, and you really are on an undercover mission, then you can't go after Ethan."

"And why is that?" I crossed my arms, expecting Annabeth's response to be a non-persuasive one.

"Because if you do, and Ethan finds out that you really haven't resigned as an Olympian, you'll be ruined. The whole plan will collapse." Annabeth paused, letting the information sink in. "Do you get that?"

I held the edge of one of my black leather gloves, keeping perfectly still. Although I hated to admit it, what she said made sense. Everything would fall apart if Ethan caught me, and the results wouldn't be pretty. But I had to do something at least.

Annabeth stood watching me with her arms crossed. At last, I decided to give her an answer, although it wasn't one she wanted to hear.

"I'm still going." I stuck Riptide into my sleeve cuff as I said this, arming myself just in case anything went wrong. Considering my luck, I wouldn't be surprised if something did. "I need to know that Tyson'll be okay. It'd be best if you didn't even try to stop me."

I was shocked when Annabeth softened her defiant stance and told me, "I won't." But that was nothing compared to the way I felt when she added an, "I'm coming with you though."

"Oh no you aren't!" I threw my previously used clothes into a random corner of my admittedly disgusting bedroom, keeping my voice firm.

"You have your rights and I have mine," Annabeth adamantly said. "Now give me a weapon, you overprotective idiot."

"No." I jammed on my laced boots, readying myself for the oncoming grey-eyed storm. "I'd rather jump off a cliff than have anything happen to you."

"You can't tell me about all these things going on and expect me to sit back and watch," Annabeth snapped. "There's more to me than just being a damsel in distress."

"Staying behind doesn't make you a coward, Annabeth. You should know that." I clenched my teeth, sinking into a nearby chair.

"I don't want to go because I think I can do anything. I want to be there to make sure you don't act rash. Can you let me do that at least?" Annabeth pursed her lips, picking her next words carefully. "That kiss we had on the sofa…I don't know if it means that we're together or not. For now I'm content with being friends, but even so, I want you to know one very important thing first."

Annabeth stepped closer to me, catching my eyes with her own. What she said next was something so alike the Annabeth I remembered, that I had to hold back a smile. "We're a team no matter what. Always were, always will be and I'm not just here by your side because I'm in need of some smooching. I'm here because now you're stuck with me, whether you like it or not. Now can you suck it up and give me some artillery?"

I sighed, defeated by someone I knew would beat me in the end. "Fine."

Annabeth smiled, glad to be the champion for what was to be the umpteenth time in a row.

"On one condition though," I smirked sinisterly, naming my price. "If it comes to it, you leave the kicking ass up to me."

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ETHAN NAKUMARA'S POV-

"You've really never been to this bowling alley before?"

I tentatively sipped a bit of my Thai Tea boba drink, then shook my head. "I've never even heard of it until now."

Tyson's eyes widened, almost like he couldn't believe his ears. He resembled a puppy who got its treat taken away and crushed under a pair of heavy boots. I hated it.

I swung my legs on the chair, unable to stay still. My eyes roamed the room with hidden disgust, taking in the stained walls of the bowling alley along with the putrid smell of rotten eggs. No matter how much I turned it in my head, I couldn't understand why Tyson would ever want to bring us here of all places to be.

"You don't like it here." Tyson didn't have to ask. He was an expert at reading emotions and I wasn't an exception to his skill. I had been caught in the act of feeling.

"Well, this isn't the nicest place I've been to. I'll give you that," I admitted.

"I agree." Tyson grinned. "This bowling area isn't really the epitome of great quality."

"Then why come here if there's a perfectly good one across the street?" I asked.

"I used to have a brother that would always bring me here because we never had enough money back then to go anywhere better." Tyson's eyes sparkled with an everlasting sadness that seemed to never go away. It was always there. Always hiding. "It's not the place itself that attracts me to it. It's the memories of the fun times I had with my brother."

"You're talking about him like he isn't with you anymore. What happened? Did he…" I let my sentence hang, purposefully implying death. By this point, I was struggling with the urge to burst out laughing at the sheer irony of the situation. Here I was, asking Tyson about the whereabouts of his brother when I knew a thousand times more than him! Ha!

Yes, Perseus Jackson was high on the most wanted list back at The Army headquarters. He was just below Quintus and Zeus, third in line on the waiting list for slaughter. Of course, I knew the exact annals of events that led to my mission now. Perseus had long ago caught our eyes for the sole reason that he was son of Poseidon; the Olympian literally lost at sea.

We waited for the perfect age at which to recruit him, until finally we made our move and started working any means of getting Perseus. At first, we focused on tempting him with notes showing illustrations of a better life with Kronos's Army, but when he didn't react, we decided to go through our more usual means of communication. This involved blackmails and beating threats. The more to add to his stepfather-made bruises.

We should've been more cautious. The day Perseus disappeared from his home, it was clear to us that he had declined our offer and accepted the Olympian's. We had the option of threatening him using the people he loved. This would've easily made him a loyal member, but as was surprising to many, we didn't work like that. Having Perseus as a prisoner was a lot less pathetic than begging him to become part of The Army. So we bid our time, waiting for the moment to use him to our desires.

That happened more than four years past. Two months ago, he had made a dramatic reappearance at Goode High. That was when I came in. As an onlooker myself, it seemed to me as if Perseus wanted to make himself known. I was the spy and Jackson was my target. My goal? Keep track of his every move, weakness, possible form of destruction and report it all back to my double-agent master. Once my part was done, none of this would be my problem anymore. Headquarters would set up the trap and snap! He'd be caught in his own specially made mousetrap. Bye-bye Mr. Jackson.

My only issue now was to gather the necessary information needed to find his father. The story goes that Poseidon of the Olympians was tracking down a gang of whale hunters in the Atlantic, when his Coastguard ship was hijacked and stolen. His last message was "Sally knows". It was a mystery that stumped both the Olympians and Kronos's Army alike, and cracking it was a tough ordeal. We were the first ones to do it.

For five years, Poseidon had been having a secret love affair with Sally Jackson, an independent woman with the dream of publishing her own book. After his own wife had died, no one had expected him to fall for anyone else, much less have another child. As it was, during their first year together, Sally Jackson had given birth to her first son; Perseus. At this point in their history, Poseidon had been encountering many problems at sea, from poachers to oceanic disturbances caused my global warming. He was going insane with it and had hardly any time to be with his son and girlfriend. The three years following this were chaos. Sally was pregnant with his second child and he died four months later. Or so they say.

Back to the present, Tyson pushed away his drink and answered my question. "He didn't die, or at least I hope he didn't. Scratch that, I hope with all my freaking heart that he's not dead. Honestly, I have no idea what happened to him. It was the usual summer day when he just...disappeared. There wasn't a note or any sort of message. He left us…and I don't know why. Maybe it's because he hated me."

To my surprise, I found myself feeling pity for the boy sitting in front of me. In no way did I have any remorse for what I was going to do to him (okay, maybe I was a little bit sorry), but that didn't mean I downright hated him. I had to admit that Tyson was a nice kid, and despite my other less-than-desirable qualities, I was a person of at least somewhat of a heart. Honestly, I believed the guy should give himself more credit.

I sighed, hardly believing what I was about to do. "Tyson, I haven't known you for very long, but I know for a fact that you're a person I would be able to trust with anything. Maybe even my life." Tyson rubbed the back of his head, bashful to the brim. It was a habit that I knew his brother also possessed. "And I can say right now that no one could ever hate you."

Trust me. I've tried.

I got up from my seat, slipping my jacket back on. "I've got to go, but remember what I told you. You'll do that right?"

"Promise." Tyson crossed his finger over his heart, something that to him was the ultimate show of loyalty "You sure you can't stay a bit longer? My mom won't expect me home until ten."

"Yeah, sorry Ty. I've got to go." I ruffled his hair, something that was uncharacteristic of me, and smiled for what has seemed like the first time in forever."I'll see you tomorrow though. Same place as always?"

Tyson shook my hand, toothy-faced as ever. "That's a given."

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THIRD POINT OF VIEW-

A desk, a chair, and a knife. Those were the only things in the execution room. From here, death sentences were made with the snap of two fingers and lives were destroyed with even less of an invitation. Behind the desk sat a creature-a monster-who worked with a venomous patience, killing his enemies with silent joy. Only the most grudging of people would dare deal with him.

Nico Di Angelo was one of them.

Darkness shrouded the dealer and buyer, painting shadows across their cold faces. The black-clothed boy kneeled, one knee on the floor and the other holding his shaggy head. He was in the midst of a life-changing situation. He knew it, but wouldn't care until later when it was too late to turn back. This was how most mistakes blossomed.

The man standing behind the obsidian desk was hidden in a camouflage of inky black. The only viewable feature he possessed was a grotesque snarl, a common expression worn before the final move. He spoke.

"I see you're a fan of playing the victim," the rumbling voice of the man said. "But with us there are no victims. Only targets. Weaklings that fool themselves with luxuries like hope. I want you to know that once you agree to this plan, you will be forced to fulfill our every desire. Flex to our every whim. Are you ready to do that?"

"Will Percy Jackson pay for causing the death of my sister?" The rueful voice of Nico Di Angelo escaped from his pale lips, talking of doom and abhorrence. It was chilling the way anger could control his every move, even more how he let it.

"He'll wish he was dead the moment he sees us coming," the ghastly man promised.

"Then, I am at your full and faithful service." Nico raised his head and smirked, tendrils of shadow making his mouth look like it had been widened with a sword. "I'll do anything."

"First step is first." The speaker's ebony eyes glinted. "You must prove yourself."

Nico tilted his head, hints of annoyance showing in the tension of his jaw. "And how should I do that?"

A black stygian iron knife was placed on the equally dark desk. It radiated power and sucked the only life in the room, seeming to fill the viewer's hearts with forewarning of the ruin to come.

"First target," The man paused, assessing Nico's reaction, "Annabeth Chase."

There wasn't any.

"When?"

"Tomorrow night."

Nico stood, at last showing his aura of menace to the full. "I won't fail you."

"There won't be any damage of you do. It's your life on the line, not mine."

Kronos sat.

Nico left.

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PERCY'S POV-

"See? Everything was fine," Annabeth said. "There was no need for sharp objects whatsoever."

I leaned back against the headrest of Annabeth's car, blowing a puff of air to rid my face of stray hairs. "I guess."

"You're not reassured," Annabeth pointed out.

I didn't bother to deny it. I was sure my uneasiness was showing all over my tired face. "It doesn't seem right. None of it. Why would Ethan, of all the people in the world, show up and befriend Tyson? Use that wise head of yours and tell me."

Annabeth huffed, her eyes trailing out the window. After a moment's pause, she decided to burst my bubble.

"If I were Ethan," she began, "I'd want to get close to my enemy's family so that I could asses his weaknesses. After all, they are the ones that have known you for the longest. Then, when I have their complete trust, I would use the bits of information I've gathered from them to get closer to the person I'm spying on without actually getting closer."

"So his intention isn't to hurt Tyson, just spy on him?"

"Probably. What would he gain from baiting you anyway?" Annabeth said. "It would only serve to make you more vengeful."

"I guess you're right," I grumbled. "Only with The Army you can never tell."

"You can't tell with anybody." Annabeth pointed out. "Now, if you would be so kind as to get out of my car and give yourself a moment of rest, that'd be great."

Saying this, she clicked a button on her side panel and unlocked my door, a clear sign that she wanted me to leave.

"That keen on seeing me gone?" I gasped, feigning hurt. "Why, Annie, I thought we had something!"

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "You won't have anything if you keep calling me that stupid nickname." She made a shooing motion. "Now scat. I've got more important things to do than flirt with a kelp head."

I slid out of her car, closing the door in my wake, and walking away. In my head, I counted how long it would take for Annabeth to call me back, something I was absolutely sure she would do.

Three steps…Five steps..Ten…Fifteen…

"Oh, and Percy!"

I turned, a cocky smirk gracing my features at her small act of predictable behavior.

Annabeth leaned out her car window and grinned. "We didn't get to see the rest of the movie."

I raised an eyebrow, wanting her to finish what I knew she wanted to say. "Is this a date you're proposing? Annabeth I knew you were daring, but I would never had thought you would move this fast."

"You wish."She scoffed, possibly wondering why she even bothered to talk to me.

"Think of it as more of a friendly hang out. I'd hardly call it fast seeing as it took four years to happen."

"You'll bring the popcorn?" I asked, knowing fully that I had accepted to something I've been avoiding for as long as I could remember.

"Sure," Annabeth's eyes glinted with the same knowledge that had come to me. "As long as you make some blue cookies."

"Then it's a deal." I bowed, imitating a gentlemen offering his boo a dance. Really, I was trying to hide the childish grin that sprouted on my face. "Percy Jackson will make his humble acquaintance with Mrs. Chase tomorrow at eight."

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Rays of lightning blew up a tree in the park a few miles away, scattering fragments of wood throughout the play areas of the poor neighborhood children. Tonight was the type of night where only the most brave or incredibly stupid would venture out. This is why it was a surprise when in the dark morning of November 21, Percy was woken from a deep slumber brought on a by a day of constant worry.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Help! Please! I'm begging you to please let me in!"

I shook my head, stumbling out of bed and plowing through piles of dirty close on my bedroom floor. Through the muddle of my half asleep brain, I could hear the shrieks of a desperate girl growing louder with each step. I moved faster.

"Help! Please! Please! They're right behind me! They'll kill me! Please!"

I ran my last steps to the hallway, struck with the urgency to help whoever was outside. After only two hours of sleep, I saw that it was now three O'clock, a strange hour for someone to come crying for help. Nevertheless, I yanked opened my door, expecting to see another mugging victim with the hopes of escaping.

Instead, I was hit with the sight of a half-naked girl holding a bloody knife in her hands.

"Thank God! Oh my gosh, thank God!" Tears of relief streamed down the almond shaped eyes of the girl dripping with rainwater and mud. "Please! Let me in! If they see me they'll-they'll-"

The girl burst with the dam she was holding in. Tear's wracked her small, shaking body, and hardly knowing what I was doing, I wrapped her in my arms. I was a sucker for people who were hurt, yearning to comfort anyone who needed it.

I swiftly pulled us both inside the warmth of my apartment, rubbing the drenched back of still-weeping person at hand. "Shh. It's okay now. You're safe. No one's going to hurt you."

My soothing only seemed to make the girl cry harder, leaving her a human earthquake in my embrace. Outside, rain made miniature floods in the gutters, making it an unpleasant environment for those stuck on the street.

I made another effort to calm down the shaking girl nuzzling deeper into my shoulder. "Why don't you tell me what your name is? Then I can make you a nice cup of hot chocolate and let you rest up for the night. Does that sound fair?"

I felt the girl nod, but still, she wouldn't raise her head. "I'm sorry." She sniffled. "I'm so sorry."

"You've got nothing to apologize for." I rubbed circles around her back, using my body heat to make her stop shivering. "Come on, show me that pretty little face of yours and tell me your name. Promise I won't bite."

The girl continued to sob, terrible heart-wrenching racks of the body that made me almost afraid that she was going to fall apart. I held her tighter, wanting to make it known that I was here and ready to keep her away from the danger that was after her.

"It's fine," I said, burying my head into her caramel hair. "You don't have to tell me if it makes you uncomfortable."

"No, no it doesn't bother me." The girls shook her head, and at last lifted her head. Let me say that the first thing I noticed was the understatement that I had made when I called her pretty. She was beyond something as simple as pretty. The girl was drop dead gorgeous, someone Luke would have likely described as a babe. It took me a moment to realize that she was speaking.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Calypso," she repeated. "My name is Calypso."

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Calypso's eyes widened.

"What's wrong?" I asked, because the terror in her orbs was something that no human should display. It was the fear of losing your life.

"It's them!" She scream-whispered. "They can't know I'm here!"

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