Most people were wondering if Thomas died or not in the reviews. Fortunately for his life, he managed to escape with nine-and-a-half fingers. (Don't ask.)

Well, it suddenly occurred to me that I could add a lot more to these campers than just their arrival to CHB. Unfortunately, it occurred to me on the fourth one. So this chapter is longer because I added a scene with Marcy in it. (YAY!)

Disclaimer: I D-O N-O-T O-W-N T-H-I-S. (Wow, you can barely read what I said.)

Christine

Christine's godly parent was a minor god—Trivia. For this reason she was put in the fourth cohort, which was the second least honourable. But she didn't mind. She had all her friends there, and, besides, there was always the Fifth Cohort. (Even though that Jason guy was turning that place pretty popular.)

But honestly, Christine didn't want to be here. She missed her Roman camp. All these Greeks… No wonder Octavian was in a rush to get rid of them. Centaurs? Fauns that actually did useful things? Only direct descendants from gods? What was this place?

She was chosen because of her skills of spying. She could sneak around a place, listen in on a conversation, then simply leave, her victims remaining completely oblivious of what she had just done. This made her perfect for snooping around the enemy territory.

But Christine had decided that on her first day she wouldn't be eavesdropping, but exploring. At least she'd get something out of this trip—new sword-playing techniques, new experiences, new whatever. And it wasn't like she was going to be gone forever. She was only there for four weeks. Poor Marcy had been staying here for about two months now.

Christine headed for the beach. They didn't have one of those at Camp Jupiter. The motto over there was no fun, just work. This place was different. Some fun. Mostly work. Christine had to respect that.

There were only two other kids at the beach. It was almost curfew, so there wouldn't be many demigods still out anyway. As Christine walked by, she heard one of them say, "Don't you find it a little odd that there have been four new kids in eight weeks?"

Christine remained completely poker-faced and kept walking. If she stopped or hesitated she would look suspicious. Instead, after a few paces down, she turned right and kept walking. After she left audio range, she turned back toward the camp, then doubled back from behind, staying as quiet as possible, which for her was virtually soundless.

She sat down silently on the sand a few meters behind them. Just close enough to hear, but if they look back for whatever the reason, she wouldn't seem like an eavesdropper or random slenderman.

"A little," she heard the other agree.

"Could it be a coincidence?" asked the first one.

"Possibly," said the other. "Or the gods are just really busy nowadays."

They laughed at the joke.

So they don't know, thought Christine. But they are suspicious. And if they could make an inference, so could the rest of camp. We must be cautious.

Quietly, she stood up and raced across the sandy beach and back to camp.

Silently, of course.

Marcy

Sword-fighting... my favourite part of the day.

There was that Percy Jackson guy again, teaching how to use the blade. Marcy already knew, but she pretended that she didn't for her character's sake, fumbling and getting beaten by some of her half-siblings two-thirds of the time.

She was sharing the fighting-arena with the Venus and Vulcan cohorts. With the exception of one or two, the Venus folks stood back and gossiped about random things while the Vulcan guys swung contraptions that would explode or shoot out fire at each other. It looked dangerous, so of course Marcy envied them.

"Make up groups and start dueling!" that Percy guy instructed. "Losers sit out, winners move on to fight someone else! Final competitor duels me!"

She noticed some Vulcan guy staring at her. Oh no, she thought as he walked up to her.

"Nice day out, isn't it?" he asked.

"Who are you?" Marcy asked, wondering if she should throw his dead body in the lake or stash it underground.

The boy grinned. "The name's Leo Valdez, son of Hephaestus and Lord of Supreme Awesomeness," he introduced, holding up his sword. "And you're going down."

Marcy sighed. "Let's get this over with," she muttered, raising her sword.

She struck, but Leo parried it and tried to counter it with one of his own. Marcy could tell he wasn't as good as he said, though. She wondered what his choice of weapon was.

Probably a three-pound hammer, she thought with a small chortle.

Swipe, swipe, stab, and she had defeated him.

"...Nice," said Leo as he tried to get up with his heavy armour weighing him down. "You know, you're actually really good. You want to, I don't know, meet up somewhere sometime? I build stuff—"

"Thanks, but no thanks," Marcy told him, leaning sideways on her sword.

Leo finally managed to get to his feet. "You didn't let me finish," he said. "I build awesome stuff, like I have a pet automaton named Chime—really cute. Girls love cute stuff. At least, I think they do..."

Suddenly, another girl appeared at Leo's side. "Leo!" she hissed. "What are you doing?"

"Just talking to..." Leo stopped, realizing he didn't know Marcy's name. "This person, over here," he replied awkwardly instead.

Piper smiled apologetically at Marcy. "Please excuse my friend," she told her. "Leo, we're leaving."

"What was that about?" Leo demanded once their backs were turned to Marcy and they were walking away. "I was just about to get her to go on a date with me!"

"She looked as if she were calculating the best way to kill you," Piper countered, which was funny, because it had been exactly what Marcy had been planning.

Anyway, the fifth camper will be up for tomorrow unless something happens to me and I die beforehand because of a crazy Rick because I forgot to put the disclaimer at the top.

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Psych! I did put the disclaimer at the top. I just wanted to see if you would remember.

Ha ha... I'm hilarious...

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elliefs: Thank you for correcting my mistake in the last chapter! I will go correct that now in your honour.

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