I'm sooooooo sorry I took this long to update! I'm probably going to update more sporadically now.

Oh, wow. I literally just realized that Dr. Barlow named her thylacine Tazza because it's a Tasmanian tiger. *headdesk* I really am an idiot, aren't I?

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The hiss of pneumatics filled the air as the elaborate doors opened. The Kizlar Agha entered, along with Dr. Barlow and a uniformed boy. Two crewmen followed, carefully bearing a large box between them.

The man carefully peered through the slats at the incoming visitors and their cargo. His eyes lit up as he realized what it was. "Target confirmed," the man whispered into the phone.

He returned his gaze to the sultan, carefully watching his movements. As the sultan greeted them, the man's hands turned in the saunters, causing the automaton behind him to mimic the sultan's movements.

Dr. Barlow and the boy bowed, and the sultan began to converse with them. Keeping an eye on the sultan, the man strained to hear the conversation. Gradually, the sultan's voice grew with anger, allowing him to hear his voice, although not his words. The sultan gestured at the box, and the automaton mirrored his movement, coming to rest near the box.

The sultan's voice grew sharp again, and the man squeezed his hand within the saunters, crushing the box.

As the egg innards dripped onto the ground, the man carefully scanned the room. Hopefully, Dr. Barlow would think it had been the sultan's doing. However, the boy's eyes were flicking around the room. For a moment, their eyes locked. Then, the man turned away and left, pausing to whisper into the phone.

"Mission accomplished."

Deryn stared at the clouds lazily floating above the Leviathan, carefully searching the shadows and creases. If you looked carefully, her father had said, you could always find some sort of face.

She sighed. Even though no two clouds were the same, Deryn could only see one face: Alek's.

"Good morning, Dylan!"

"Speak of the devil," she muttered, and scrambled to her feet as Alek came into view, bearing two sabers. He tossed one to her, and she caught it easily.

She groaned. "Fencing? Now? I'm trying to relax."

"Yes, now." Alek raised his sword. "On guard." He inspected her pose, and prodded her until he deemed her posture acceptable. She jabbed at him, but he blocked it easily.

Inwardly, Deryn was fuming. She dropped her sword and lifted her arms in surrender. "Okay, you win."

"You're…you're letting me win?" Alek grabbed Deryn's shoulders and shook her roughly. "Who are you and what have you done with Dylan?"

To be continued…?

To clarify the last spoof, it's the scene where the sultan's automaton crushes Dr. Barlow's egg.

Answer: Well, both Annabeth and Deryn have proved their awesomeness, but Annabeth's actually kissed Percy. Deryn hasn't kissed Alek(yet). (Did anyone else have a happy spaz over that scene?)

Question: Who's the more annoying reporter, Eddie Malone or Rita Skeeter? Alternative question: Rusty vs. Quick-Quotes-Quill.

Let's reach 100 reviews with this chapter! Please? *bats eyes*