Annabeth

For the next few days since the drug exchange with Jace, I keep a low profile. I only leave the apartment when I need to, and I spend most of my time working on school work. I am a student at NYU, majoring in architecture. I just received an email those the I need to have completed a language course at some point during my university career- something that I have not done yet. So this morning I decide that I am going to go down to the admissions office to register for an english language arts class.

I never bother to put on any disguise because I feel like I should keep my relationships with people at the university as real as I possibly can.

I leave the apartment after poking my head out the door and doing a cautious check for any one.

I chose a good time to go to the university because nearly everyone is in their morning lectures or classes.

I walk into the building that displays a huge " Sign up for your semester 2 classes now! semester starts february 2!" That's next Monday.

I push open the glass door, to be greeted with a huge blast of warm air. There are two receptionist sitting behind, ugly mahogany desks.

I walk up to the receptionist displaying a large plaque that identifies her as Mrs. Park.

"Hello dear, what can I help you with?"
"Hi, my name is Annabeth Chase. I have already signed up for my classes, I need to have a language. Do you have an English class available?" I ask while she pulls up my file on the computer.

"Alright, let's see. You have a spare block hear," She says. "I can get you into an english class starting tuesday."
"sounds fantastic!" I say gratefully as my phone rings. I reach down to pick it up, but it stops. I look up at Mrs. Park. "Thank you very much for everything." I tell her. I know that I need to call Chiron. If he calls then hangs up quick it means that he wants me to go somewhere where I can't be overheard and call him back.

As I am walking out to the parking lot, I call him back grateful that everyone is still in classes. If he wants me to call it must be important.

"Chiron," I say in greeting.

"Annie," We never say our real names, just in case. "Reyna will be coming in a week with a large shipment. It will be mostly up to you to get it into the State without any trouble and get it around."

Wow, I haven't seen her in forever. I guess that I could say the she's my closest friend. Reyna is very much like me, independent and strong. Whenever she is in New York, we hang out a bit and compare how and where we went wrong in our lives. Reyna runs the south american division of our little business. "She will be arriving tomorrow from Puerto Rico. I want you to make the necessary arrangements." Wow, I usually never get to do this much on my own.

"OK Chiron."

"Oh before you go, I need you to do the exact same thing that you did the last time. Alright?"

"Of course." he hangs up without another word.

When I get back, I sneak up into the bar above my apartment. The bar, O'Sullivan's, makes a pretty mean bugger, and i'm starving. O'Sully's does a take out business, and I long ago figured out where they live the orders ready to be picked up. No one is manning the counter when I get there; though, I can hear chattering from the kitchen. I reach over the counter and grab the first thing my hand finds. Then I scurry out and run down to my place. I give a happy little chuckle. A pulled pork sandwich. I haven't had one of those in a while.

As I sit down and wait until I need to do my drug mull job again. For the rest of the evening I work on my report.

While I'm on my computer I pull up my online-banking. It can be risky especially since I get payed by chiron in cash, but I am always very careful. Most of my money goes towards school and the rest is in an offshore bank account that Chiron set me up with. I open my email. One new email from Bobby Chase.

Bobby is the only person from my old life that I still keep in touch with- if you can even call it that. I left him when he was really little, but awhile back I got a letter in an old registered P.O. box that I only checked on a whim. He had only heard stories about me and had spent a long time trying to find me.

"Hey Annabeth, just wanted to let you know that Mom mentioned you last night in a sentence. She was kinda drunk through. Anyway- Progress! how are you"

I snort.

As long as I live, I swear that I will never forgive that woman.

I type back a short reply.

"Hey Bobby, I'm good, you?"

I don't want him to know what's become of me, or start asking where I am- My life complicated enough as it is. I click open a blank page and start to figure out how I will make sure that Reyna and her cargo will get into the States safely next week. Normally, Reyna makes the arrangements on how to get the drugs past security and onto the plane from where ever she's flying from, and I just need to figure out how to get them off the plane and figure out where they will be kept until they get disributed. Once I finish a rough outline of my plan, I set my alarm, lie down and take a quick nap.