Disclaimer: These are totally pointless, but I don't own PJO, just the plot.

Chapter 10: One Story Can Change Everything

There are two things one can do to spread panic and chaos. The first would be to threaten something. Whether it is a loved one or a simple object, the choice to save a valuable object can tend to drive a person crazy from the stress of choosing the right thing, especially if the choice has to be made in a short amount of time. The second is to take a popular belief and to crush it. To make people doubt what they believe to be true and cause chaos to consume the people because of their lack of trust. If a person can accomplish this, they can guarantee an easy win for them. For if there is no order, nothing can be accomplished and this was something Secretary of Defense knew. It was the logic he breathed, and he would continue to use it because it worked.

When there was chaos a whole nation could fall. Even the strongest person could succumb to the offer of peace, to end all their conflicts the easy way. It was harder to fix things; the world was full of lazy people looking for the easiest way out. That's why the world is full of crazy new inventions, and that's why there was death everywhere. The Secretary of Defense would use that against his enemies to take them down easier, which is why he's doing what he's doing.

The thing about the Secretary's tactics is it has to be precise. A job had to be executed perfectly to cause pure, absolute chaos. If it wasn't flawless, the people would find a way out, and then the plan wouldn't work. Because of this, the Secretary was constantly looking for holes in his plans that might lead to the downfall of his plans. He liked to check the news all the time and make sure no one figures out his plans before it's time to reveal it.

For an example, the existence of demigods would eventually be revealed, but not now. If there were more awareness of demigods, then it would be easier to track them down, or stop the existence of them all together. It would have to be the right time, though. When the Secretary could properly supply some evidence for the danger of demigods, then he would make the announcement and build his way up.

It was while the Secretary was doing one of his thorough checks that he came across an article on a popular blog. The article named The DPA: What Do They Do? was on the front page of the blog, and was already attracting attention. Feeling a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, the Secretary cautiously opened up the article to read it, and was not happy.

The heading picture was of a DPA van parked outside of a green hill, the very same hill that held a mythical Greek camp on the other side. The article read:

While studying the new virus that has kids everywhere going sent straight to the hospital, I discovered the association in charge is called the DPA. Even though there has yet to be a full name to associate with the initials, I find it doesn't matter. What does matter is what several DPA vans were doing in Long Island Sound, by a camp.

As seen on the picture in the left, several men from the DPA can be seen carrying kids (as young as about 10 and old as 20) to the vans, unconscious. What is the meaning of the camp, and why are the kids being taken custody of? It seems to me that these kids are being targeted. A majority of the kids infected by the virus go to the same camp, and an even larger majority has a history of expulsions and previous violence with weapons and/or other means of harm. Further more, more than 80% of all kids infected by the virus have only one biological parent recorded with them. Doesn't that sound suspicious? Do you happen to know anyone infected by the virus? If you do, have you been able to contact them at all since they've been declared sick?

There's something going on here that's bigger than what the government is telling us, and I'm starting to get tired of all this B.S, so join me in this petition. Tell us the truth for once! Spread the word as I am, and let's find out the truth together!

Until then all you readers, think about this and ask yourself: Do I really know the truth?

-Dorothy Swanson

The Secretary finished reading, and looked at all the pictures gathered together by the journalist. This was a problem. There was already a riot forming down in the comment section for the article. "I need to handle this," the Secretary thought to himself. But the Secretary didn't know that he would be facing a bigger problem by morning.

-Line Break-

The Gods of Olympus and some minor gods were once again gathered around the throne room, silently waiting for the all clear to go down to the mortal world and rescue their children from the several holding facilities they were trapped in. The tension in the air was almost suffocating as they waited for the right moment to teleport down, which would be signaled by Athena. They had found a small little hole in the defenses for the holding cells, and found a time when it would all line up so that the gods could get their desired children out.

Athena raised her left hand in a get ready gesture, while all the immortals tensed up. "Those going to California, get ready," Athena said, before she swiped her hand down and some Gods teleported out.

Athena repeated the same signal multiple times, announcing different states that had holding facilities each time, while each god would teleport down, and come back up a while later carrying a demigod or two with them.

Finally, Athena called out for New York, and Poseidon flashed down to where he knew Percy was, only to surprisingly miss the room and land outside. Poseidon just dismissed the thought as he ran towards his son, fully prepared to free him. The thing was, the door wouldn't budge, no matter what, and Poseidon found he couldn't teleport inside.

"NO, NO, NO!" Poseidon yelled at the door as his continuous attempts to free his son were failing.

"Dad?" Poseidon heard a voice from the other side call.

"Yes, Percy. It's me. I'm here," Poseidon called out, trying desperately to open the door.

Poseidon heard a sound from the other side as his son also tried to open the door from his end. "What's going on out there?" Percy asked.

"I can't get in. It's weird. Hold on, Percy. I will get you out," Poseidon responded while looking around for a way to get Percy out.

Poseidon found his relief in the form of a loose pipe hanging off the ceiling. It was metal, and looked like it was loose enough to pull off easily. Poseidon reached up and grabbed the pipe, then went back to the door. He could still hear his son's own attempt to open the door as Poseidon started to repeatedly strike the door with the metal pipe. It was slow progress, and Poseidon was starting to become paranoid as he repeatedly pounded on the handle.

"It's no use, you know," said a man who seemed to have suddenly appeared from the other side of the room.

Poseidon looked up and glared at the man who was casually strolling down the hallway towards the god. "It's reinforced steel, and this corridor happens to be one of the only ones that is protected from godly interference," the man continued on, smirking.

"Dad? What's going on?" Percy asked from the other side. He couldn't tell what was going on with his father, but the pounding had stopped. Percy really just wanted to get out of this place, his mother must be worried sick, and so would Paul. Percy didn't even know where his other friends were, and he could only hope they were safe and not suffering like he was. There was no reply from the outside.

Outside, Poseidon was looking between the door where his favorite son was, and the man slowly approaching. There were other mortals slowly surrounding Poseidon, the god could feel it. He wasn't allowed to engage in combat against the mortals, it would bring severe consequences. He would have to leave soon, but he couldn't just abandon Percy. He came here for his son, and he wasn't planning on leaving without him. Like Percy, Poseidon cared deeply about the ones dear to him, and he would flood the world to save those close to him. But he couldn't, not now.

"I'm sorry Percy," Poseidon said before he flashed out. Maybe it was selfish of him, but Poseidon fervently prayed the mortal didn't look away in enough time.

A/N: Please don't kill me for that. This wrote itself, so, sorry? I don't know, I think I actually like this ending. I'm evil since I don't even know when I'll update again. I'm getting busy. There's still time to vote about who will get saved, though. I never named any names besides Percy. VOTE! Oh yeah, sorry if the article was crap, it sounded bad to me.

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