Chapter 5 of World War Three

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Percy's PoV.

Annabeth seemed outraged. "THALIA GRACE! Don't you dare give up! You're the one that always tells us to keep going even when the times are tough. Do you know how many times I wanted to give up on the run? ALL THE TIME. You kept me going. Now its my turn. Think of World War Two. The Jewish people had to go through this but ten times worse! Six million people died! If you think this is tough, think of them. They made it through. This is World War Three," she punched her fist into her hand. "Let the fights begin."

The snap of a stick. That's all it took to get Thalia out of her breakdown. All of us whirled around at once.

"Something's out there," I said.

Thalia looked at me like no duh! She took out Aegis and her spear. Jason looked around the campsite and found a bloody sword. Another snap of a stick.

"Guys…"

"Percy, shut up!"

"Guys, this is important!"

Thalia ignored me. Jason was doing the same. I guess stubbornness is hereditary. They both took a defensive stance. Nothing would convince them of anything. Annabeth knew what I was talking about. The bushes began to rustle. I grabbed her hand. Another snap. I hid her behind me. At the last second, I shouted, "Thalia, get Jason behind your shield!"

She looked around confused when the gunshots started. She ducked behind the shield and got in front of Jason. The bullets dinged off of the shield. The force was blowing her and Jason away a few steps. They crouched down so they were on their knees and the bullets were ricocheting off of the shield.

I wondered what would happen if a bullet hit me while my eye was open. Could I die? What if my mouth was open? I didn't get the answer. The attacker stepped out from behind the woods. He was one of them. His black boots shined with cleanliness. His uniform was in top condition; the flag on his arm looked like it had just been sown on. His gun gleamed in the moonlight. His face was hid behind sunglasses. I instantly hated him. He had the bad-guy-that-acted-good vibe to him. I already knew he would kill me if I did one false move. He kept shooting. He was surprised that the bullets didn't go though me. He lowered his glasses.

"Who are you?" he asked.

My heart panicked. Thalia and Jason were behind her shield, so they should be safe unless he walks around to them. The bad thing was, we only had weapons that could kill mythological creatures. Wait, kill? I couldn't kill this guy. Even if he was out for my guts, I'm not a killer.

"Who are you?" I retorted.

"Listen kid, I'm not playing games. You are coming with me. The boss will be happy to see you," he said with an evil glint in his eyes.

I glanced at Thalia. She nodded. We could escape, but I had to make a distraction.

"Sir, what are you talking about? Why are you waving an umbrella at me?"

The killer was distracted for a moment. "Nice try kid, but I know who you are, Percy Jackson. You either come with me now, or I'll get backup. You don't want to see the backup. You can't escape."

"Sir? I just got lost when I was hiking with my father. I came to this clearing. Why are there pillows on the ground? And why are there rulers everywhere?"

"Shut up! You are coming with me, now!" He stepped forward. He was angry. A blue vein was pooping out from the side of his head. His fists were clenched at his side. His hands kept fidgeting towards his belt. He came at me. "Now!" I shouted.

Thalia knew what to do. She flew up in the air with Jason a footstep behind her. The assassin faltered at her power. She laughed evilly. Jason was shooting dagger eyes at the newfound guest. The winds picked up. The sky darkened, but it didn't make a difference at night. Thunder and lightning filled the air. My shirt was rippled around. My hair was flown back behind my head. Lightning began to hit the campsite. Lightning became more frequent, and started to come closer to the killer. He yelped and ran away. Thalia and Jason sank to the ground slowly with their eyes droopy and their arms slack at their sides and passed out. We couldn't keep doing this, we had to hide.

Annabeth ran over to Thalia and Jason. She picked up pillows and blankets from the attacked campsite and laid them out so they were resting comfortably. It was sweet to see Thalia reunited with her long lost brother. I sat down on a log by the campfire the hunters never got to share. The logs weren't alit. There wasn't even ash to indicate that they had a fire. Annabeth sat next to me.

"I thought this was over."

Annabeth kept staring at the middle of the logs. "We never have peace."

"These people… they are worse than the Titans."

Annabeth nodded her head slowly.

"Those uniforms. Those people are trained to kill us. They aren't even brainwashed."

"They are mortals. They work for what they believe in."

"I just wish there was a way we could tell them what is good and what is bad."

"They are mortals. Even if we had the evidence right in front of them, they wouldn't believe it."

We sat in silence for a few moments. The stars were twinkling in the night sky. The moon was shining bright. Woodland creatures could be heard from inside the forest. I ran over the events of the past day in my head. Camp attacked by mortals. Check. Campers kidnapped and killed. Check. Escaping and then finding out there is nowhere to run. Check. Stuck with two passed out demigods. Check.

Out of nowhere, Annabeth started sobbing. She leaned down on her hands and kept retching her heart out.

"Shh, it'll be okay," I told her.

Annabeth weakly slapped my arm. "Stop saying that to yourself. Face the truth."

"Anna-" I clamped my mouth shut. She had a point. I kept saying everything would be okay. How could I know for sure? Just a few hours ago, I thought that nothing in the world could harm us. Who knew where we would be tomorrow? I slung my arm around her shoulder. We sat there in silence, listening to her sobs. I let a few tears streak down my cheeks. The H. were taking over. We couldn't let them do that.

"We are going to save them."

Annabeth wiped her eyes. "What?"

"We will save those kidnapped campers," I said it with more vigor.

"What about those that were… killed?" I could tell she was thinking about Travis and Connor.

"They will make it to Elysium. They'll get to see Silena and Beckendorf."

More tears poured out of her eyes at the mention of our dead friends. But she quickly stopped them. A more determined face replaced her crying one. Her eyes were alight and rimmed with red. I wouldn't want to mess with her if she was my enemy.

"You're right."

"We will save them. But how?"

Annabeth's gaze didn't falter. She picked up a twig and drew in the dirt. I looked closer to see a map of Camp Half-Blood. She wasn't the best artist, but I could tell what each thing was.

"Ok, so the campers were kidnapped here, "she moved the twig over the volleyball courts and Half-Blood Hill. "They were most likely taken away westward."

She dropped her twig. "What we need to do is find out were they are keeping them."

If they are keeping them, I thought. "Sure. Could we try Iris Messaging?"

Annabeth shook her head. "If they could attack your father and win, Iris wouldn't stand a chance."

"How else will we find them?"

Annabeth thought for a moment. Did I mention it was infuriating when a daughter of Athena doesn't know something? "Aha!" She made a slight smirk.

"What?"

"The H. will think that we will try to contact them by using phones or other technological devices. It won't happen like that. When Grover gets here, we will mail them."

"Mail them? Wouldn't we need to know their address?"

Her grin got bigger. "Hermes's mail service has been around for a long time. It would take a lot to bring it down."

"So you're saying we have to use snail mail?"

"Not just any snail mail, Hermes's snail mail."

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