'Ello everyone :D so I've updated today… pretty obvious huh? Aaanyway, I'm just gonna shut up and let you guys get on with it, be sure to check out the question of the chapter, I wanna know what you guys think (: catch ya later!

Oh and well done to Flashback From The Future,PJOfan4ever, thestralsheartmaltesers, Sophie and Amber-Raven-Cahill for answering last chapter's question correctly, it was Clarisse! She said it to Mr. Percy McPercenson in the last book of the series :3

(Yeah, I'm sorry)

It's a loooooooooooong chapter this time :D

Disclaimer: I didn't write PJO…or did I? No, I didn't!

Or did I? :)

Chapter 3

I reluctantly stepped out of the van and turned to face…

A deserted hill.

Literally. Just a hill.

Nothing to show it was actually a summer camp, or whatever. I mean, sure, it had some nice grass and all, but I don't know, I expected just a bit… more.

"Umm, Frank? Is this it?"

Argus simply grinned and beckoned me forward. "Come on, Jackson. You really think we'd show off the most secretive camp that trains covert government operatives to handle the most clandestine cases in the world? Get real."

He started to trek up the hill, somehow managing to look suave even while his shoes were sinking into the soft muddy terrain. He looked back and asked "You coming, or what?"

I still felt really nervous about all of this, and though a part of me wanted to get into that van and drive off, (not exactly possible since I wasn't 16 yet) I couldn't help the curiosity that had now risen to an unbearable level; I bounded up the hill and fell into step next to Frank. "So where is it?"

Frank just tapped his nose and smiled. He led me to a huge pine tree, standing alone at the top of the hill. I raised my eyebrows in confusion and looked back at him, but he looked around to make sure no one could see us. Satisfied, he winked at me and placed his index finger on a tiny dark brown spot, almost unnoticeable if you weren't looking in the first place; I widened my eyes and gasped. That was so aweso- huh? Nothing happened!

"Hahaha, I'm messing with you, kid. Jeez."

"Not funny, Frank."

Argus knelt to the ground and knocked a clenched fist at the base of the tree in some sort of rhythm. To my surprise, a piece of bark on the tree slid upwards, revealing a small silver panel with digits on it. Argus typed a long code into it, and finally pressed his thumb into the digital paneling. The front side of the bark slid sideways. No way! The tree looked totally real, how did they do that? I peered inside to find a long, wide glass tube; it sort of reminded me of an elevator.

Frank grabbed my forearm and yanked me into the elevator with him. The glass casing slid shut instantly and with a loud whoosh we fell downwards, into the ground. I looked up and saw the bark slide back into the place. Everything must have looked completely normal on the outside; a big grassy knoll with your average tree; but inside the tree was a whole other situation. As we fell deeper into the earth, we fell faster: at the rate we were going, I didn't think we would ever stop. I clutched Frank, mostly because I was sca- I mean, wanting to make sure he was okay, but he just laughed and patted my shoulder, like this happened to him everyday. Now that I think about it, it probably does.

We soon stopped going down and instead started going sideways. I felt myself stumbling over my feet and grabbed the handrail tightly, knuckles white. I started hyperventilating a little, I really didn't like closed spaces. I preferred the open sea, at this point maybe even flying in the sky- something I was terrified of. Yes! We were starting to go up again, and I was hoping the camp wasn't underground. That would be slightly horrifying. Did I mention my fear of closed spaces?

I started see cracks of light from above, and I was desperate to get out of there. Just as I was about to ask Argus when this hellish ride would end, we stopped completely and the door slid open. I stumbled out, and swore I would never go in one of those things again.

"Is that really the only way to the camp?"

"No, of course not. You can easily get here by taking the back door out the little restaurant we got set up here as a façade for the whole camp, but this way is more fun."

I glared at him, but my focus was now solely on the camp. I looked from left to right, and noticed a giant lake with some kids swimming in it. Grinning widely, I thought this place might not be so bad after all. It looked pretty chilled, but as I turned to face the other side, I gulped. . There were huge groups of teens going through some kind of military like training. I saw 8-year olds doing like a hundred push-ups…wow. In the distance I spotted a climbing wall. Seems pretty standard, huh? But as I looked at the base of it, I saw a pit full of dirt. Well, not exactly dangerous, but I wouldn't want to fall in that anytime soon.

"Come on, Jackson" Argus beckoned me forward. "I want to introduce you to someone."

We walked to the bottom of the hill and gazed across the valley.

Frank pointed to a blue building in the distance, and as we trudged towards it, I noticed a light coming from the attic. Suddenly, a hand appeared in the window and scratched the glass pane. I stopped in horror, and yelled "Frank! What's that?"

"What's what, kid?"

"The ha-" I stopped short, because sure enough it had disappeared. "Nothing" I mumbled and walked cautiously over to Argus, who rolled his eyes and continued to lead me to the front porch.

As we got closer, I noticed a table set up in the corner, with two guys sitting across each other. The first man was lean and tall, but with well-defined biceps and a confident posture. As I looked down, I noticed he had prosthetic legs; they were pure metal, making him look almost like a half-robot. I looked across to the second man, who was the exact opposite; he was short and well, fat. He was dressed in a stained Hawaiian shit and his curly brown hair stuck up in weird clumps. I noticed how he kept reaching for his Diet Coke, and was constantly gulping it down. As soon as he would finish the first one, a little robot thing, kind of like a cross between a chicken and a woman, would hand him another and the cycle would continue. As we climbed up the stairs, the short one narrowed his eyes and looked me up and down while the tall one smiled…wait a minute, was that?

"Mr. Brunner? What are you doing here?" I blurted. Flushing with embarrassment, I realized how rude I sounded.

"Chiron, you know this insolent boy?" the short one asked, glaring at me.

Mr. Brunner just chuckled and said "Percy, remember how I said we would see each other again soon? Well…here we are."

Frank scratched his head and said "Didn't know you were a teacher too, Chiron."

"I'm full of hidden talents, Frank. You ever seen me chop a banana in half with a poker card?"

"What a lovely discovery, but what on earth is this boy doing here?" the short guy was really getting on my nerves, but I tried to calm myself down.

"I'm Percy Jackson. Frank brought me here because my mom, Sally Jackson, is missing"

"I brought him here to see if you would show him the ropes, Chiron. Donald wants me to pick up some files for the DNA department."

"Of course, Frank. Percy, call me Chiron. I'm head of training here at Camp CIA. This is Mr. D, as in director of the camp." He gestured to the short guy, who didn't even look at me. He swung down his can of Diet Coke and snapped his fingers for another. "Whatever, Peter Johnson."

"Percy Jackson."

Mr. D merely got up and walked away, muttering "Stupid kids." under his breath.

Mr. Brun- I mean Chiron, turned to face me and smiled apologetically. "Mr. D hates his job here. He wanted to be a field agent, but it didn't work out so much. So, how about that tour?"

Percy nodded and smiled, and they walked down the steps towards the central campsite.

"So… why did you use a wheelchair if you…" Percy gestured to Chiron's feet. "I mean, if you'd rather not talk about it…"

Chiron chuckled again, and looked down at Percy. "I have had them for a while, but I wasn't completely confident with using them. Plus, it doesn't freak people out as much."

Percy laughed, and together they walked to a large grassy lawn. In a semi-circle around it, there stood 6 cabins, each wildly different from the rest. They walked towards the first one, which had a large number 1 attached to the top. The cabin was simple, yet somehow sleek; it was painted a matte black colour and seemed to shine even though it was a dark, overcast day. I looked past the open door, and first-hand saw the most epic laser tag match in the history of the world.

They were professionals.

"Shall we carry on?"

Chiron broke me from my reverie and we moved towards the second cabin. I was extremely excited to look at the next one, and I had high hopes.

I was disappointed.

When I looked inside, I only saw rows of desks, like an office, with people typing things furiously on their modern computers. I gazed up at Chiron with sadness in my eyes, but he merely chuckled –once again- and led me to the back of the cabin. He typed in some code in a panel, and the wall suddenly slid to the left, revealing the coolest operations center I had ever seen. You ever seen the Hunger Games? Picture the control room where the arena designer tells his employees to release the dogs and the fire or whatever. It was ten times better than that.

They had 3D technology and analyzing operators, but the weird thing was that these kids couldn't have been much older than me; yet they used the equipment with confident finesse.

"Oops. Sorry." A little girl, about 7, bumped into me. She was carrying all these blueprints, and was studying the top one like a lion gazing at its prey; with utter concentration. She looked up at me and smiled, her cute little blonde pigtails bouncing up and down. She had deep grey eyes that held so much intelligence I felt like a gorilla. I smiled at her, and glanced at the blueprint. My mouth formed a round 'o' as I stared at it, utterly confused. How did she get it?

"Gotta go! Bye!" She scurried away, and I turned to leave the room. Chiron and I walked back out and we continued to the next one.

The next one was probably the coolest. Loads of desks had been set up where kids were – get this- designing secret agent gadgets. Apart from minor explosions around the room once in a while, it was pretty quiet. The next room, however, was the testing room and it all looked pretty amazing, to be honest.

The fourth cabin had data coding and stuff like that all over the wall, and there was a unit of computers in the middle where teens sat and hacked into all these different organisations. Remember the Sony thing? Happened right here, in this very cabin. Though, I saw like half of the kids playing online Poker and some robbery game, and they seemed to also be into devising traps and stuff. They understood computer language easily, and with a few clicks of their mice, (computer ones, girls don't start screaming) they could program something to do whatever they want, including making the robot chicken woman things hand them burgers and French fries.

I'm hungry.

Then it was cabin number five, with the medics, who seemed really friendly and nice, until they randomly broke out into song. Weird. Quite self-explanatory.

"Lastly, cabin number six holds the stylists."

I furrowed my eyebrows in bemusement. "Why do you need stylists here?"

"'Cos we're fabulous, darling!" A girl maybe a couple of years older than me declared. "How would anyone over here know what to wear if it wasn't for us?"

"We basically design the agents' clothing. We produce and test the best fabrics that allow flexibility, comfort, protection etcetera." A boy of about 15 came out of the cabin too.

The girl pouted, then smiled and said "Yes, of course, but if you ever need a makeover…" she looked pointedly at my ratty sneakers and faded shirt, "don't hesitate to ask."

"Umm, thanks?"

"Anytime!" and with that, she sashayed back into the cabin. The boy laughed and smiled at me, then followed her in.

I turned to Chiron. "Oookay. Please tell me I won't be in Cabin 6. Please."

Chiron laughed and said, "I'm almost certain you won't be. You're an excellent swimmer, so we'll put you in with the field agents."

"Uhh, field agents?"

"Definitely not cabin 2 for you, Mr. Jackson. The field agents are in Cabin 1."

"Cabin 1? YES!" I fist pumped the air, then looked sheepishly at Chiron.

"Oh, go on."

I laughed, and we walked towards the first cabin. Before we went in though, he stopped me and said, "Be careful of the other kids, Percy. Most of them are friendly, but others… just don't argue with anyone."

I felt extremely nervous now, as the old feelings of being bullied and laughed at surfaced to the top of my mind. I gulped and nodded, then faced the door and walked in.

Showtime.

So there are only 6 cabins in my story, but if you can name which cabins correspond to which particular god I had in mind, then I will dedicate my next 2 chapters to you! Hint: the first cabin contains 4 different gods (you can name just one), but the rest only pertain to one god each.

Here's the question of the chapter: If you could choose, which demi-god cabin would you be in and why? Also, which one would suit your personality best?

Remember best answers (with reasons) will get a shout-out in the next chapter, so review/ favourite / follow this story :)

To one of the guests, Seth Halo: Sorry, but I don't think I'll be using any OCs in this story, but I might use him for another story in the future (: