Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story. Not the Greek Gods/Goddesses, not any characters from PJO, not Firestorm or the Black Assassins or Lynette Scorch or Anastasia Jaden or GIS. Only Alexander King and the plot.

VIII

Alexander King was not a fighter. Sure, being a Black Assassin, of course he could fight much better than normal people, but that doesn't mean he likes it. All in all, he hates violence in general- a surprise, considering his name sounds pretty violent.

King was more of a spy person- and he was talented at his job. He was one of the best spies of the Black Assassins. He even looks like his job! With dark, slightly long hair, dark blue-grey eyes and a lanky build, he's a perfect spy… not. He's too tall. But that doesn't matter. All that matters right now was that he had spied on Firestorm, and Firestorm was determined to get him back.

For King, he had temporarily retired. After all, spying on Firestorm, the second most powerful terrorist organization in the world wasn't exactly easy, and as a reward, King had gotten a vacation.

When King's not doing his job, he was enjoying his day at his small, comfy house in Florida, near the beach. Currently, King is sitting on a rocking chair in his living room, reading a book. Every few minutes, he would push his slightly-long hair back to get them out of his eyes and whenever he got to an exciting part in the story, he would tug on the collar of white T-shirt or rub a hand on his black denim jeans. His 'attractive' (as many girls would suggest) eyes darted through the book anxiously, as if he's afraid he'd be interrupted.

Why were Artemis and Apollo noticing all these small, unnecessary details? Well, it's called the eyes of the Hunters. They always manage to catch even the tiniest detail.

"That's the guy we're supposed to kill," Artemis whispered, looking unimpressed. "He looks like a normal person enjoying a day in his home!"

"He's pretty hot," Apollo noted.

"Which kind of 'hot'?" his sister asked back. "He might not be terrible looking but then AC's not on in his house."

"How did you know that?"

Artemis pointed at the closed AC at the corner of the living room.

"Oh."

"Anyways…" Artemis pulled out her gun quietly and loaded it, then aimed it carefully. "One…" she muttered to herself, "Two… Three."

And she fired.

But the outcome wasn't what they had expected. King had jerked back at the last second.

Artemis's eyes widened at such quick reflexes. One part of her mind was wishing she could be that fast as well, while the more dominant part of her mind was screaming, "KILL HIM!" and "RUN AWAY!"

Apollo sighed dramatically. "He dodged it and survived. Seems like we'll have to go medieval times!" He notched an arrow before letting it fly; but King was ready. He snatched the arrow in midair, centimeters away from his forehead.

"Damn it!" the younger twin swore.

"Medieval Times it is," Artemis muttered as she pulled out her hunting knives and crashed into the house through the window, doing a flip to avoid the glass and landing gracefully.

"Who are you?" King drawled, looking like he doesn't care who the hell his attackers actually are. The twins didn't answer, only continued trying to finish their job.

Key word: trying.

They weren't able to even graze him with their weapons. He just kept dodging.

And then, the impossible happened.

A voice yelled, "STOP!" and as if the voice was laced with magic, Artemis, Apollo, and King all froze. Then there was a whooshing sound and King slumped to the ground, an arrow through his head. Immediately, Artemis and Apollo spun around, tensing, but they saw nothing.

"We killed that man only because he had seemed the most dangerous and he's the oldest," a voice, different from the one that yelled 'stop', said. It sounded like it came from everywhere.

"We come in peace," Artemis called, dropping her weapons to the ground and raising her empty hands, nudging Apollo to tell him to do the same.

"Good," another voice said. "Don't you dare think of even moving or we'll put an arrow in your head before you could blink."

Slowly, four girls emerged from different corners of the room, surrounding the twins.

"Stay still," an extremely pretty girl with choppy brown hair, light brown skin, and eyes that's constantly changing colors commanded. She was the one who had yelled 'stop'.

"Names," the second voice, a girl with dark brown- almost black hair, and dark eyes demanded.

"I am Artemis Olympia," the older twin said calmly, "and this is my younger twin brother, Apollo."

The girl with dark eyes nodded at the two other girls that had stayed silent so far. "Search them."

A girl with short, choppy black hair and electric blue eyes searched Artemis, throwing anything that could be even remotely dangerous to the ground. After searching her, the girl grinned. "I like you," she said to Artemis, nodding approvingly. "You've got spunk." Then she went back to the corner where she emerged from. Artemis recognized her as the voice who had threatened to shoot them.

Apollo was finished being searched by a pretty blonde with tanned skin and stormy gray eyes. She only glared at the younger twin before stalking away.

"Who are you?" Artemis asked. She knew that she was trying her luck but she was really curious.

For a moment, they were met by silence and Artemis became nervous that they'd kill them, but then the dark eyed girl stepped forward and held out a hand.

She answered Artemis, "I am Reyna Ramírez-Arellano, the leader of the Roman Hunted."

Sorry for the extremely short chapter but I'm really, really busy these weeks. I'll try to update soon.