A few days past with no major upheaval. I'd heard nothing from Percy, or Annabeth, but then again no one told me anything. So I put all of my limited resources into finding out why Sebastian had attacked me. The thought had passed through my head that Sandra could be lying, but even though Sandra was many things a liar wasn't one of them. Maybe someone had blackmailed him into doing it? Or maybe he was just that thick that someone had convinced him that they were Sandra and tricked him into doing it?

It was now Saturday, my first full day to do what ever I wanted since the start of term and my secret being revealed. The first thing I did was sleep. I hadn't been getting much since I was too worried to let my brain rest. I awoke that morning about 8:45. (I normally get up at 6:30. This is a lay in for me).

Sleepily, I stretched and yawned. I got out of bed and trudged into the kitchen to get some breakfast. Although I was a trained warrior, I paid no attention to the god on my sofa.

"Good morning," he said, far too cheerfully for the morning. In fact, far too cheerfully for him in general.

I jumped and whirled around, my mum's dagger glinting dangerously in the morning light. There, on my dad's leather sofa with his feet up on the coffee table was Ares, god of war. His leather jacket was strewn over the back of the sofa, showing off his toned arms in his vest top. A calculating smirk was on his face and he stared at me from behind his wrap around shades. I noticed he'd already helped himself to a can of my dad's Stella Artois.

"Can I help you?" I asked coldly, slowly lowering my weapon.

His smirk vanished.

"You wanted to be kept in the loop," he snapped. "This is where it starts happening."

I was awake in a flash.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"You might wanna get dressed first," he said, looking my up and down. "I can't take you seriously with them Mickey Mouse pj's on and the fluffy slippers."

Fighting the blush creeping up my neck, I hurried back into my bedroom and got dressed. I just threw on a pair of brown cargo trousers and a black long-sleeved top. I strapped dagger sheathes to my calves and forearms, and set the spring mechanism that Leo had installed for me that meant with a flick of my wrist the daggers would come shooting out into my hands. If Ares was here I was fairly sure I'd end up in a fight, so I had to be prepared.

Before going to Ares, I dashed into the kitchen and set the toaster going. I have to have three square meals a day or I go insane.

"So," I said, sitting opposite him on a near by chair. "What's going on?"

He leaned forward in his seat, his face all business. "You know how Percy had to go to Olympus the other day?" I nodded. "That was for a Council meeting. Someone is sending people after demigods, and we have no idea who."

My eyes widened.

"The Council elected we come and tell you since we have reason to believe this has happened to you recently," he continued.

"Yeah, it has," I said. "The guy's name is Sebastian. He's the boyfriend of the leader of the girls at school that makes everyone's life a living hell. According to him Sandra sent him after me, but apparently she hasn't seen him in days."

Ares nodded. "We're getting a few reports like that. However, we have no idea as to a link between anything: there's nothing between the victims besides that they're all demigods, nothing between the attackers and nothing that suggests any celestial behaviour. To put it frankly, we're stuffed."

Well, that's always good.

"What good can I do?" I asked. "Why come to me?"

"Well," he said. "We know that you're an experienced fighter very capable of looking after yourself." He paused and sent me a pointed look. "So, we were thinking that you could investigate your attacker, this Sebastian, and see if this symbol is anywhere about his person. Do we have a deal?"
It's not like I can say no to a god, is it?

"Sure," I said.

He nodded, satisfied. "Good." He stood abruptly. "Get your breakfast and we'll be on our way."
On that note, the toaster pinged. I sighed. Today was going to be a long day.

About fifteen minutes later we arrived at a run down building in one of the poorer areas of London. It was probably poor because it was abandoned. Derelict building barely stood tall, the windows boarded up with rotting wood. The journey should have taken about fifty minutes, but Ares was a maniac driver.

I gratefully got off his bike and leaned again a wall, willing the street to stop spinning. It was a struggle to keep down my breakfast.

"In there," Ares said, gesturing towards the hole in a near by wall where a door should have been. "This is where Sebastian trains according to Lord Hermes. Good luck."

Poof, he was gone.

I took a deep breath. 'Okay', I thought, 'I can do this. Stealth and search, that's all. Nothing I haven't done before…'

As I entered the building. The first thing to hit me was the smell. Something must have died down there. I suppose if the damp and rot didn't smell enough, the thought of about fifteen sweaty boys throwing each other around the room didn't help. Eyes watering, I carried on.

It was quite dark inside so I created a small orb of light to show me the way. I sent it up to the ceiling and expanded the light to light up a three meter radius around me as I wandered around the room. I wish I'd stayed in the dark. Cages lined the walls, battered and dented so much they looked more like torture instruments. One was actually burst open, its sharp edges dangerously close to my face.

'So this is where Sebastian spends all of his time,' I thought. 'That explains so much, and yet so little.'

I heard a rustling to me left. Quickly, I snapped out one of my daggers and threw it at the sound. There was a slight thud as it implanted itself in the wall. I wondered over to retrieve it. Upon closer inspection, I saw it was actually implanted in a door, which was conveniently unlocked. Cautiously, I pushed it open.

I headed into the dark room. It was a small office, full of precarious stacks of files and papers with a bit of fighting gear in a corner. I expanded the light to fill the whole room. That was when I saw it. The symbol was painted on the far wall in blood red paint. And for once it was actually just blood coloured, not blood itself. (Don't ask, you don't want to know). I got a few pictures on my phone and turned to leave.

Then I heard the rustle again.

This time it was from the other side of the room. I ran over, still silent, to where the sound was coming from. It sounded like the rustle of clothes, but I couldn't be sure. Who would be down here with the lights off? I extinguished the light, not wanting to give my location away. Relying solely on my hearing, I stilled and listened once more.

There it was again.

I ran towards it, weaving through the maze like room. I saw a shadow out of the corner of my eye, a silhouette in the door. I leapt and rugby tackled the person to the ground. We rolled a little before I pinned them to the floor, a dagger at their throat.

Now we were outside, I could see the person. Clearly male, I guessed he would be a fair bit taller than me when stood, almost six feet. His face covered, I had no idea what he looked like. To rectify that, I yanked of the ski mask, revealing the face I despised most in the world.

I pressed the dagger a bit closer into his neck.

"Phoebus," I snarled. "What in Hades' name are you doing here?"