While building Argo 2, Leo decides to buy a new video - camera, and film everything that's going on. Including interviews with campers, Jasper, Percabeth and more (: I suck at summaries.Placed between TLO and SoN.T because I want.

Disclaimer: I if were Rick Riordan, I wouldn't be writing this. I'd be working on "The Mark of Athena". So apparently, I'm NOT Rick Riordan, who owns all the characters.

An Interview With: Gleeson Hedge, satyr, protector of demigods.

"Annabeth, will you please call Coach Hedge?" Leo called from the controller room.

"He's in his room, watching TV," Annabeth said.

"Right now?" Leo was surprised. "But we're in the air for ten minutes!"

"I know," Annabeth sighed. "Believe me, it's better this way. He won't yell 'Death!' each time we face a cloud."

Leo thought about it for a minute. "You're right. Can you please call him? I need to ask him something and I can't leave this room."

"Okay," Annabeth said. "But don't get him too annoyed. We'll need him."

Leo nodded, and Annabeth left the room. They took off the ground at Camp around ten minutes ago and now they were sailing peacefully through the blue sky. It was like Zeus is laughing at them: everything around them was perfect, the sun shone, the birds sang, yet they're flying to their mission – to save Zeus' butt. It's not fair, Leo complained.

He heard his mother's voice in his head. Who says life fair?

With that happy thought, Coach Hedge entered the room. He wore his usual clothes: white pants and orange T-shirt, but now he wasn't hiding his hooves. "What's wrong, cupcake?" he asked.

"Nothing," Leo said. "I was just thinking . . . Coach is the only creature on this boat that wasn't interviewed. And then I thought: let's interview him!"

"Hmm . . . That is a good idea," Coach agreed. "I have a lot to tell about myself."

Leo smiled. He knew Coach Hedge would agree. "Let's start!" he called. He pushed the 'automatic control' bottom that will make sure the warship keeps sailing and then took his camera.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Well, duh," Coach said.

Leo pushed the 'on' bottom and the interview begun. "Hello, Coach."

"Hello, cupcakes," Coach said.

"I gotta ask," Leo said. "What's with you and cupcakes?"

"This is how my goat coach used to call me because I love eating cupcakes," Coach said. "It got me mad and made me do everything he told me. This is why I call you cupcake, cupcake."

"That was interesting," Leo muttered. "Next question; what is the thing you like the most about being a satyr?"

"Being scary."

"Are you considering yourself as 'scary'?"

"Yes. I am very scary. This is why monsters run away from me. I make them pee in their pants," Coach said with a serious expression.

"I'm not so sure about it, but I don't think monsters wear pants," Leo said.

"You are wrong, cupcake," Coach barked at Leo. "Some of them, the scariest ones, do wear pants."

"Why? I think it's stupid. They're not human," Leo wondered.

"Madonna is not human and she wears pants!" Coach argued with him.

"Madonna is human."

"Oh. I was thinking she was made a goddess by now."

"The goddess of what?"

"Old women who can sing without forgetting the lyrics," Coach said. "But let's move on. Don't you want to ask me about my childhood?"

"Hmm, yeah, of course," Leo said. "What about your childhood? Where were you raised?"

"I was raised in a cave with bears," Coach said. "I didn't know I was a satyr until my goat coach came along. He trained me like I was his own child: made me carry his shopping home, clean the house, make dinner and etc."

"You were raised in Camp Half-Blood, didn't you?"

"Yes," Coach admitted. "I was raised with the rest of the satyrs, but I was always the better one."

"Figures," Leo said. "And when did you start to enjoy killing?"

"What?" Coach asked.

"When did you start to enjoy killing?" Leo repeated his question.

"From the moment I killed my first monster," Coach said proudly.

"When was that?"

"When I was almost one hundred years old," Coach said.

"How did you kill it?"

"With my bare hands."

"I'm sure." Leo said. He shot a look in the clock's direction, and yelped. "Gods, we're almost there! You can go back to your room."

"That's it?" Coach looked almost offended.

"I'm sorry," Leo apologized. "I need to get back to work. We're almost by Camp Jupiter."

"Okay, I'm going," Coach said, but kept on standing in the same place.

Leo turned around, put the camera in its place and took his remotes. He started flying the warship again, but after three seconds he turned back to Coach. "Aren't you supposed to be going?"

"I am going."

"I can't see it."

"You cannot see well."

Leo saw that it isn't working. "I've heard there's a rerun of judo championship in the TV. Don't you want to watch it?"

The coach's eyes widened. "Really? I'm going. Bye, cupcake." And he ran away like a tornado. Leo laughed. This was exactly what he needed. A little bit of laugh before he might be slashed into pieces by angry Romans.

In honor of my 14th religious birthday (which is today, Friday), I am giving you this chapter. I am nice, aren't I?

Anyway, this was a lot of fun to write. Hope you enjoyed it, and sorry it was short.

You can wish me a happy birthday if you want to (; My regular birthday is on Tuesday, June 26th.

Love you!

Rachel.

P.S. Can you please vote for Cimorelli for the Teen Choice Awards? That'd be awesome!