So I know I said I wouldn't continue this story, but I lied. All the rights for this chapter go to my friend, who gave me the idea, and then beat me over the head with an encyclopedia until I wrote it.

Leo's pov:

I could not believe it, we managed to make it through the round, and I didn't even have to toast anyone! I also learned that Christie gets a maniac gleam in her eye when she talks about war, and that all daughters of Ares look best when they're covered in blood (which is kind of freaky).

But anyway, so after that exercise in warfare Athena told us that her task would be next. For it we would have to build a chariot and drive it in a race. Is that awesome or what? Not only do I get to create a kick-ass chariot, but I get to build it with Christie. Muahahahah, this gives me the perfect opportunity to show off my amazing building skills.

"Why the hell are you laughing like that flame-boy?" Shit, did I do that out loud?

"No reason, dearest partner of mine." I replied. She shook her head in what appeared to be disgust (but what intelligent people like me knew was love).

"So" she continued "I will of course drive the chariot, you will build it. Don't bother about the horses, I have that under control. Now, it will be a two horse chariot, with a framework of celestial bronze…" gods she's hot when she starts ranting. "Got that punk?"

"Uh, yeah" I replied, even though I had no idea what she just said, suddenly I came up with an absolutely brilliant plan. "But, I'll need your measurements, to know the dimensions to build the chariot." Suave Leo, this gives you the perfect opportunity to be close to her.

"I'll give them to you." She said, scowl etched firmly on her face. Damn it.

A couple of days later, in an abandoned alcove of bunker 9, still Leo's pov:

The chariot was coming along perfectly…badly. In the space of the past two days it had exploded, collapsed, and burned down. For no reason what so ever, okay maybe the last one was my fault, but the rest weren't. But hopefully, this time it would not.

Christie had managed to scavenge some designs of ancient Greek battle chariots from her cabin's war rooms. I have no idea what the 'war rooms' are, and when I asked her she pulled a gun from nowhere, held it to my face and said (and I quote) "If you ever mention them again, I will rip your heart from your body, and force it down your throat." (though why she would need a gun for that I don't know).

The almost completed chariot was gorgeous, a true Leo masterpiece. It was celestial bronze and glowed in the sun. On the sides were the symbols of both Ares and Hephaestus (the Ares signs somehow ended up being about twice the size). All we needed now were some awesome weapons…and horses (yeah, those are kind of important)

"Pass me the wrench please, Christie." I said to my amazing coworker.

She did, and was silent for a few moments before saying "It's Chris."

"Huh?" was my immediate and intelligent answer.

"All my friends call me Chris. And even though you aren't my friend, I guess you can call me it, since we have to spend so much time together."

"Oh, thanks." Was my immediate and bored answer, but on the inside I was having the most amazing and most frenzied victory dance of my life. I was so happy I could die, Christie, I mean Chris, may actually not hate me that much. The possibilities were endless. "So, how about those weapons?" I said. Yep, today was definitely my day, I could feel it.

Chris' pov:

Why the hell did I just do that, am I insane? Stupid, stupid brain! I swear when this task is over I am going to kill you with all the alcohol, drugs and loud, heavy metal music I can find.

But for now I have to concentrate on stealing some of Dad's horses. Oh Tyche, goddess of luck, please don't let Phobos and Deimos be their.

Now to find my copy of The Sea of Monsters to research chariot racing.