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Chapter 11: Recruitment (Part 1)
There are certain ways one can win a fight against an entity that overpowers the other. Most of the time, a fierce resistance is needed, which is exactly what the newly rescued demigods were building. Currently, the Athena cabin was using Daedalus' laptop to find their resistance. They needed help other than what they had to properly fight back against the mortals and fulfill their cause: Free their siblings. It was the only job the Gods had given their children, along with the only thing the demigods were focused on (Well, besides the few who were new to the world of mythology.)
Annabeth Chase happened to be one of the rescued demigods as well as her brother Malcolm, so they were both looking up candidates. Brother and Sister would browse through the qualification list, going through each job they needed and proposing someone to the other for confirmation or denial. Currently, there was little progress though, as the Athena children could barely agree on someone. They were currently working on someone to expose the mortals as they scrolled through a list of famous reporters.
"I'm telling you, Annabeth, we should use Dorothy Swanson. She's clearly already been exposed to the real problem," Malcolm reasoned.
Annabeth just shook her head, though. "Malcolm, we need someone people will believe, not some girl who isn't even in College yet," Annabeth argued back.
"Like whom?" Malcolm asked, "Who else do we have? No one you've picked will believe a word that comes out of our mouth, and if they do, will just end up back in that stupid building again."
"What makes you think Dorothy will be any different?" Annabeth challenged.
"She's already been exposed. Dorothy knows about what's going on at Camp, even if she doesn't know the full story. Plus, Dorothy's audience is different. Teens our age listen to her. If she can convince them of the truth-which she is known for- we'll get more support than we could have ever hoped for with an adult," Malcolm shot back.
Annabeth finally sighed and conceded to Malcolm. "Fine, we'll use her, but if this backfires, all the blame is going to you, okay?"
Malcolm grinned. "I wouldn't have it any other way," He said.
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Arianna Mathis came home to find to find a young blond teenager waiting by her house. The blond was surveying the house, as if considering the possibility of someone being home. Arianna took the moment to study the stranger. The blond was a man with calculating gray eyes. He wasn't very tall, but he wasn't exactly short either, and had the build of a runner and a fighter.
"Can I help you?" Arianna asked.
"Do you live here?" The blond asked, not sounding the least bit surprised by the sudden question.
Arianna frowned; this guy was strange. "Yes, I live here. What do you need?"
"Does Dorothy Swanson live here?" the stranger asked.
Arianna tensed up. What did this guy want with her? Arianna was tempted to lie; this was some random man who had somehow managed to find her address, who knows what the man did. On the other hand, Arianna couldn't turn down a potential lead; it would feel like she was betraying all of her readers.
"You are presently speaking with her. Again I'll ask: What do you need?" Arianna asked.
The stranger grinned. "My name is Malcolm. I read your article about the DPA, and I would like to give you an opportunity. You can decline if you want, there's no shame, as it is a dangerous job. If you are interested, though, do you think we can talk anywhere more private?" The stranger now identified as Malcolm said.
Arianna chewed her bottom lip as a nervous habit and regarded Malcolm. The DPA could become the ultimate big break for her, all she had to do was say yes. Arianna thought about both options while Malcolm patiently waited before she finally made up her mind.
"Let's talk about this inside," Arianna suggested.
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Malcolm started out in a very blunt manner. "What do you know about Greek Mythology?" Malcolm asked.
Arianna looked confused, but said, "Pretty much everything a person learns from regular school studies. Why?"
"Everything about the gods are true, it's not just Mythology. Since it is true, the gods still basically have the same habits. Demigods still exist as well, which is what the DPA is for. In short, one of the demigods betrayed us and told the mortal government about our existence. In response, the mortals made the DPA, which stands for Demigod Prevention Agency. They go around taking demigods and putting them into special cells. You have proof of it with the pictures on your camera. You took pictures of them clearing out what was supposed to be the safest place in the world for demigods, they attacked us in the night and tried to lock everyone up, but a select few escaped. That select few whom escaped are now building up a resistance, which is why I am here," Malcolm said
"You need someone to inform the world?" Arianna guessed.
Malcolm nodded. "Precisely. Arianna, if you accept our offer, you will be the official publicists for all the demigods. You will make sure the truth stays out there, and if you have to, throw the mortals off. You could quite possibly be marked as a traitor, in which case we will protect you and your family. If you chose not to accept, I could make you forget about this whole encounter- and no, it will not be dangerous- and you can just continue to live life like you had been before. We will not bother you at all," Malcolm said, looking Arianna in the eye.
Arianna gulped, taking in everything. She fidgeted with her fingers and started to chew on her bottom lip. "That's quite a lot to take in. Do you mind if I wait a little to make my decision?" She finally asked.
Malcolm nodded. "Of course. Just contact this number when you've made your choice," He said, handing Arianna a small rectangular piece of paper with a cell phone number written on it. Arianna took the paper and stared at it as Malcolm turned and walked out of the house.
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Being a businessman in every sense of the word, Adam Bygott liked to think of himself as an equally wealthy man. He owned several chains of restaurants and drugstores all over the world, and so, had a steady stream of money constantly flowing through his bank accounts.
As it was, though, Adam Bygott also liked to think of himself a very generous man. If something needed attention, he liked to help the matter rather than sit around and wait for his wealth to grow. Because of this, Adam Bygott was a target for the rebellion. Which means he walked into his house one day after a particularly eventful and travel-filled week to find a teenage boy of about medium height sitting on his couch.
"What are you doing here?" Adam asked, surprised.
The teenager looked up to meet the surprised face of the businessman. "Hello Mr. Bygott. I have a proposition for you. Before you call in your guards, though, please hear me out," the teenager said.
Adam looked at the teenager skeptically before he nodded.
"Okay," the teen exhaled, "First things first: What do you know about Greek Mythology?"
After a long conversation, leading to the teenager's victory, Malcolm, son of Athena, walked out of the Bygott mansion, several thousand dollars richer. "Huh, this went better than expected," Malcolm said as he returned to Camp Half Blood.
A/N: So I know it's been a while. I'm losing interest in this story, and honestly, I'm kind of ashamed to have written this. The content and length don't even accurately represent what I should be able to write at my age. I don't know if I'm actually going to continue on with this, sorry guys. But sense this is an actual chapter, a lot of you probably won't know. But I refuse to post an author's note as an actual chapter. I guess I'll see you guys whenever...
Review Replies:
queenoftheworld99: Thank you. (I put a hint for who each parent chose, as part as your earlier suggestion.)
Blackcurse11: We'll just say it was an enchanted room because I don't want to go into specifics.
BYE!