A/N: Hello everyone! SO I have to inform you, I did start school today So if I do not update as fast, you'll all know why. So here is chapter 9! But also, SORRY to anyone who didn't like the last chapter. To me, it wasn't rushed and I thought it was alright, but if you disagreed, I apologize. Anyway, Read and Review! :3

Chapter 9

~ Percy's P.O.V~

He stood in front of his full length mirror, eyes cautiously moving over every detail about himself. A pearl button down stretching from half way up the neck to the wrists. Faded grey vest, the old fashion style that looked similarly to a sleeveless button up rather than a low dipped western vest. Raven colored top coat, slim and form fitting, silver cufflinks stopping right at the wrists. Freshly pressed midnight slacks, completely flawlessly with a pair of shiny new dress shoes. Skin clean and acne free. Hair combed up and styled flawlessly, not a hair out of place. Yeah, Percy could clean up well. He didn't only dress up for the ball, he went full 1800s style like Ronos declared the theme would be. Even though one part of Percy completely hated dressing up, mostly for the uncomfortable feel and stuffy, his ego did play a bit to looking good. He did rather enjoy looking 'hot'.

The ball was at eight o'clock that night, the formal event stretching far into the night, and Percy had the Revolution plan completely memorized in his head.

The heads of the company, including Mr. Chase and Hermes, were having a meeting during the ball itself. They were all gathering in one of Ronos's back room and speak things over, having a pow wow so to speak. Percy, if possible, would sneak close enough to catch the conversation from the other side of the door, making a note of everything spoke of while they conversed in private. He'd relay everything to Annabeth, Thalia, and Nico, all three going to be at the ball as well.

Percy couldn't help but smirk when he thought of the plan. It would work, but he would enjoy the ball itself more than the ease dropping. He would not only get to see Annabeth in a beautiful gown, but he would, the gods allowing, get to see Thalia in a formal ball gown. He couldn't wait for that. It would be the greatest piece of black mail he'd ever acquire, and he was just waiting to see what was going to happen. Things were looking up, for all situations.

His father, brother, and Percy all left the house in the same limo, the three traveling in silence. Percy got a good look at his younger brother, Tyson, for the first time in a long while. Tyson was never at home, you see, and Percy rarely spent time with him. Percy did, to some degree, like his brother. He'd always love him, but unlike most brothers, he actually enjoyed being around Tyson. Despite the guy's inner brat, he wasn't too bad to be around.

Despite Percy being the older sibling, Tyson was bigger than Percy by a good amount. The big guy had at least five inches over Percy's 5'9 and a older looking face, although it didn't fit his babyish voice. He had this rich brown hair he always kept short and soft blue eyes, the degree a lighter blue than the sea-green Percy possessed. He got it from their mom. He rarely smiled, his teeth a bit crooked, and he usually wore a face of slight confusion, the big guy not being the brightest tool in the box. For the ball, he wore a typical evening suit, it being tight on his shoulders and waist. He sported a blue under vest, it making his eyes pop a bit. The uncomfortableness of the outfit was evident by his rigid body position, his back straight and eyes on the floor, and Percy pitied the guy. When you were built like a hippo, suits weren't really your thing.

Poseidon wore a suit closer to Percy's, yet it was much more casual. Poseidon was never really one to dress up fully. He sported the same blazer and slacks, but his vest was a modern purple, a bow tie accompanying the attire. He shifted his silver watch around his wrist nervously, a signal that cause Percy's suspicions to raise, yet they arrived before Percy could even question his father about his actions. It was strange seeing Poseidon nervous under his rich façade, Percy's alarms going off. Rarely anything made his father nervous. Whatever it was, Percy felt a hollow feeling in his gut that it wasn't going to benefit the Revolution.

The house they arrived too almost made Percy's jaw drop, the sheer magnitude of it being amazing. Ronos knew how to live, that was for sure. An old Victorian styled mansion, one or two decorative vine hanging from the walls. Glimmering chandeliers hanging inside with polished tile floors and marble columns holding the place up. A grand master stair case that lead to the bedrooms and about twenty different rooms simply on the first floor. The ballroom was no less magnificent. High cathedral like ceilings with intricate art work painted on the curves and bends. Columns lined with miniature lights mimicking the mighty chandelier that shadowed the middle of the floor. A light, airy color was cast around the room from the light, the usual tacky golden color not present, and the floors sparkled with the twinkling lights and spotless glasses. Folks were gathered all in the room, many more folks than just the family members of the company heads there. Old people, young people, and everyone in between was there, littering the space. They all sported 1800s wear like they were told, and Percy knew they were a distraction. Ronos didn't want the family members snooping around while they were having the big meeting, and bringing in strange guests was a perfect was to do that.

Percy knew absolutely none of them, the feeling of being surrounded but alone swarming him in a wave. His head started to grow cloudy and his heart raced, the beating feeling stretching to his finger tips. His suit became incredibly hot, the idea of being alone without his friend with all these people almost causing a panic attack, and Percy glanced around as frantically as he could. Where were they?

"Percy?"

His attention was drawn to his father who was glancing in the other direction. His nerves were still shooting through the roof, desperation clawing at his cool composure, yet Percy managed to turn and address his father and the man with him.

Percy stilled, his brain instantly recognizing the man.

Tall and lanky, eyes shimmering with a gold feel. Feature a mix of old and youth, time seeming to favor him in the look manor. Diamond cane clutched in his thin fingers, it glinting wickedly while the owner held it with pride. A brilliant white and pressed suit with a black under suit, the style one only men of his stature could pull off. It had an old timey feel, the style being much older than normal day suits, but it radiated of power and charm that Percy was impressed none the less. The same smirk he was greeted with ages ago was still present on his lips and his eyes were trained on Percy yet again, the old man sending an ecstatic chill down his spine.

K. Ronos himself stood next to his father, power leaking from his skin. Percy noticed the man was a lot short since Percy grew, the fact he was a tad of the short side adding humor to their situation, yet the intimidation levels leaking from the man was incredible.

"Percy, it's my pleasure to introduce you formally to Mr. K. Ronos himself, the ingenious man who gave us all our wealth and fortunes." Poseidon beamed, bowing slightly with the introduction, his hand showing Percy Ronos.

The thin hand stretched forward, clasping Percy's strangely, and the gold slunk into Percy. They read his thoughts and cause nerves to pound into Percy's skull.

"Nice to finally meet you my boy," Ronos greeted, a slight southern drawl spilling from his words, something Percy never noticed before, "It's being a long while hasn't it?" His eyes never left Percy. The smirk grew more intense, it a look of 'I know your secret' than 'I'm richer than you', and Percy nearly peed himself.

"Yes sir it has," Percy nodded sharply, a polite smile stuck on his lips. Cold traveled up into Percy's blood and chills caused bumps to jump to his skin. His blood couldn't decide whether to freezing in his veins or speed up, his heart in an absolute spaz attack. Here, standing in front of him, was the one man who he was trying to take down. And Percy was getting a sick feeling that Ronos knew exactly what they were up to.

Luckily, Ronos was called away quickly after a moment. Percy didn't catch the rest of his and Poseidon's conversation, his ears ringing. Percy was never a good liar, but with all the recent practice, he was not only being good, he was successfully lying. It was causing strange feelings to occur in his brain and body, a rush and fear swirling and racing through his systems as he continued to lie. It was a deadly rush.

"Well Poseidon, don't you clean up well?" A deep voice thundered next to Percy, coming from the opposite direction.

The last thing Percy expected, his brain clicking out of its trance, to see was the most intimidating man he's ever met. Grey suit and wild hair, lightning looking like his only hair stylist. Wrinkles in the corner of his eyes, which were a deep blue that were concentrated on Poseidon, and body big like a house. This could only be one man. Thalia Grace's Father. Percy's had absolutely no doubt.

Zeus Olympiad stood tall and proper with Hades Di Angelo at his side, the dark man looking just as posh as the other. They leaked the same pride Poseidon did at parties. They held their chin high and figure secure. They owned the world in their brains, and if they didn't stop Ronos soon, that dream of theirs might just become a reality. Well.. for one of them at least.

Standing next to their fathers were both Thalia and Nico, both looking incredibly formal.

Nico had an air of troubled politeness about him, his father obviously making him uncomfortable. His face displayed no external emotions. His black eyes were solid, coldness lingering in their deep holds, and Percy made notice of the boy's attire.

He wore an almost military like outfit, it being fitted and atoning his muscles nicely. A very thinly stripped light grey jacket, similarly to his other one with the buttons down both sides of the front, and a black handkerchief was tucked in the pocket. The shirt possessed an almost belt like cover that had three button down the front for show, the color being the same as the jacket. His pants were also lightly striped, it being a black instead of grey, and his hands were perched in the pockets nicely. Once again, Nico looked more put together than Percy, and Percy couldn't help but smirk a tad and shake his head at the kid. It impressed Percy, it truly did, but t made him wonder if Nico did have other clothes besides dressy clothes. By the looks of his father and his formality, Percy had a guess to the answer.

Thalia, oddly enough, wore an expression very similar to Nico's. Her blue eyes did tingle with a 'judge me and I'll kill you' flare in them, her gaze directed at Percy, but she still stood and gave off the 'perfect rich girl' air.

If anyone asked Percy what he thought of her outfit, he would tell them it fit her incredibly well and looked fantastic, all thoughts of black mail disappearing. A sleeveless scarlet and black dress, it flowing in a elegant manor. It hugged her upper body, patterns of black silk etched out in the richly colored fabric, and the dress fanned out in the old ball gown style, black ruffles flowing out under the red. She could pull off the darker look, it paired amid an up do and slightly heavy makeup, but she looked fierce and pretty at the same time. Her skin had hints of being a little paler than normal, but Percy knew the was the dress's doing. Nico was a lucky guy, and if Percy didn't have his eye on a certain blonde, jealousy were certainly bubble in him somewhere.

"Zeus, Hades, I would like you to meet my son, Percy. Percy, these are two of my colleagues, Zeus Olympiad and Hades Di Angelo." Formal handshakes were once again exchanged, Zeus's strong and Hades almost like he really didn't want to interact with anyone, and Zeus's voice boomed as he introduced Thalia and Nico.

"This is my daughter Thalia and Hades's son Nico."

Nico extended a hand, shaking Percy's as the two kept static faces.

"Pleasure," Nico curtly addressed, other hand still in his pocket. Percy's head nodded in acknowledgement, their meeting looking real even thought they already knew each other. If they acted like they knew each other, their fathers would know something was up. The three of them had no reason to know each other, and fake ignorance was required to keep up the act.

Thalia's hand slide into Percy's, Percy formally addressing her with a bow to the head and she a curtsey to him.

"Thalia Grace" She added, her eyes sliding towards her father as her defiance flared, the smile nearly sneaking onto Percy's face.

"Thalia Grace, delighted to meet you." Percy corrected, the poker face slipping a tad and a smile leaking onto his lips. Percy could almost see the vein in Zeus's head pulse with annoyance, Thalia's stubborn nature most likely taking its toll on him most of the time, and he spoke with hints of anger bubbling in his words.

"How about you three go and get acquainted with Fredrick Chase's daughter, Annabeth? I know you know her Thalia, but why don't you introduce Nico and Percy? Hades and I would like to talk with Poseidon for a while." His words were more of an order than a question, but the Goth nodded and walked away nonetheless, Percy and Nico following close behind. It was growing closer and closer to the time Percy needed to do his job, and his nerves were playing a game of tennis in his gut.

"How you holding together Perce?" Nico questioned, the question sounding normal but his face still static and normal. The mask needed to stay on, people were watching.

"I'll be fine," Percy reassured, "after it's all over." His words held weight, the nod from Nico slightly forced, by the three continued like nothing was different. They had a job to do; it was too important to blow their cover.

The three wondered in the crowd for a moment or two, Thalia leading the pack, until a set of golden curls came into view. Percy was almost floored with her outfit, a smile moving onto his face.

Glorious curls washing over her tan shoulders and caressing her face, her face looking even better than before. Her dress also strapless, hugging her body and flaring out in the same manor. Black and white was the color scheme, black flowers on top of a white and black thickly striped piece. A mix of soft white and black fabric fluffed out around her legs, and her black jewelry glinted in the light of the room. Percy was so glad he fixed everything with his Wise Girl, because otherwise, he would have lost something extremely important to him. He may not be the smartest, but he knew that much.

Her eyes met his and a grin sparkled in them even while the smallest smile appeared on her actually lips. She stood next to a man who looked like Dr. Chase from the photos along with another woman who locked arms with Chase. That must have been her step mom. Percy knew Annabeth didn't like her father, but he also had a deep hunch that Mrs. Chase wasn't in the top ten list of Annabeth's favorite people. Two little boys, around the age of four, stood next to Annabeth, one holding her hand and the other holding onto the soft ruffles of her dress. They both had short and spiky brown hair, their eyes a warm green. They looked completely confused by the entire formal event, both perfectly quietly, and they clung to Annabeth like she was their life support. Percy found it extremely cute, yet curious, and he wanted to know how she knew the little boys.

"Annabeth, my dear friend," Thalia greeted, mocking an aristocratic country girl, curtseying to the blonde, "It's been such a long time. And Doctor Chase, how lovely to see you as well." She curtsied low and smirked, challenging Mr. Chase to reprimand her. The man simply shook his head, hand waving her away.

"Good to see you as well, Thalia. You can take her with you." He dismissed, his tone striking a fire in Percy. Was he truly that rude? Is this honestly what Annabeth had to put up with every time she went home? Percy hoped not, because if she did, she'd be spend a lot more time with him outside of the revolution and away from home.

One little boy looked up at Thalia, the one gripping tightly on Annabeth's slender hand, and he glanced at the blonde, face innocent.

"Are you leaving now?" He asked, sadness crossing his facial expression. His twin brother looked at her as well, stopping sucking his thumb and his hand clutching her dress tighter, the same sad look on his face as well.

Annabeth squat down to their level, which impressed Percy because she did it gracefully even in the giant dress, and ruffled the one's hair who spoke, looking between them both.

"I'll be back soon, I promise. Just stay here with Sue and Daddy and I'll come for you both later. We can even go dancing. Sound good?" Annabeth offered, a genuine smile on her face. The first one nodded, eyes glowing with anticipation of her coming back and dancing with them. The second did something a little different.

He trotted over, thumb back in his mouth, and he looked around the three teenagers that congregated around the blonde. He moved from Nico, to Thalia, and topped in front of Percy. His little fingers gripped Percy's pants, the action surprising Percy a bit, and he looked back at Annabeth, looking expectantly at her. He wanted to come along, and he wasn't taking no for an answer easily. Percy's hand rested on his head, smirk on his lips while his eyes ran over Annabeth, and the little boy almost started walking off, taking Percy in a different direction.

Annabeth's arms scooped him up, the tiny hand releasing Percy's trousers. She twirled him once, a giggle leaving his mouth, and she smiled, setting him down.

"No you can't come with us Bobby. Just stay with Matthew and I'll be back soon," She kissed his cheek and rubbed his hair, the little one moving to hold onto Sue's leg. The short woman's eyes were sharp and piercing, judging the four harshly.

"Take care of them," Annabeth instructed harshly, eyes just as fierce.

The woman's eyes narrowed, voice tight and sharp, "Don't tell me how to take care of my own step kids." With that, she glared once more and turned back to Fredrick, polite and bubbly mask returning.

Thalia grabbed the blonde's hand, pulling the four away, and sighing dramatically, she spoke, "So glad I can skip the introductions this time, thank gods your dad was distracted and the twins were there. I thought my dad was going to blow his top when I shook hands with Percy."

"Introduce yourself as Grace again?" Annabeth guessed, smirk on her face as her arms crossed, looking at her best friend.

Thalia smirked deviously, "Of course I did! I'm me!" The two laughed for a moment before seriousness dripped into the situation, each displaying their leader faces.

"Ok, so we all know the plan? Act casual until it's time for the meeting, then Percy will slip away and get all the information he can?" Annabeth instructed, fingers dancing out the plan on her palm, her voice quiet and rushed. They all nodded, heads turning around to check to make sure no one was watching them.

"Since we are acting normal," Percy insinuated, holding out a hand to Annabeth, "Would you care to dance Ms. Chase?"

Annabeth smiled, sliding her hand perfectly into his, and her head bow to him slightly, "I'd be delighted Mr. Jackson."

The two headed for the dance floor where others were gracefully waltzing, and Annabeth got one last comment in to the Goths before they got out of ear shot, the two making faces at the couple, "Oh go sulk in a corner." Earning two glares and a smirk from her Seaweed Brain.

Percy's hand slid onto her hip, his other graciously holding her hand. She delicately placed her free hand around his neck, their bodies growing in close in proximity, and they began to waltz, their feet knowing the steps. Sadly, Percy could waltz. It was another one of those requirements as a rich kid. He took a class once when he was seven then again when he was fourteen. He never forgot the steps, them being simple yet annoying. He didn't want to waltz, but he could.

Annabeth danced gracefully, twirling and stepping with perfect ease. She got as close to Percy as she could without breaking space rules, and Percy watched her, deciding to bring up conversation while they danced happily.

"Who are they?" He wondered, eyes drawn back to the small boys he could barely see from where they were dancing. They were still with Sue, neither getting the attention they needed, and Percy glanced back to Annabeth.

A gracious and almost motherly smile was on her face, her eyes cast down toward Percy's chest. She spoke with a airy and blissful feel, the tone making Percy fuzzy inside.

"They're Bobby and Matthew, my twin brothers. They're only four, but they're not Sue's kids. Their my mom's even though she and my father divorced when I was ten."

Percy almost stopped, trying to do the math on that one.

"But how? They divorced seven years ago. How does that work?"

"Just cause they're divorced doesn't mean an affair couldn't happen. My dad hadn't let my mom go completely and well… let's just say when he visited her that night, a lot more happened than just a conversation," Annabeth shook her head, rolling her head, "Dad took full custody of them in a court case, I'm still not too clear on how he won, but they've been with us since they were babies. I've truly been like their mom, my own mom not legally allowed to see them, and I love the two to death." She beamed, head turning back towards the boys.

Percy smiled, lips leaning close to her ear, and he spoke softly.

"You're a good mom. Plus, tonight, you look absolutely spectacular."

He pulled back a tad, the blush on Annabeth's cheeks showing from the corner of her eye, and all he wanted to do in that entire world was just kiss her. Their breaths mingled and their noses touched, the sensitive skin grazing against each other. She smelt of lemons and mint, the mixture intoxicating. He restrained himself, however, pulling himself back with a sad expression, but she knew why. She was sympathetic, face sad but knowing. It really did suck to be watched all the time.

A rough elbow jabbed Percy's side, his attention being thrown to someone else. Thalia and Nico had started to waltz as well, the sight amusing in of itself, and her head bowed towards the front entrance to the room.

"The heads left, they're going to the meeting. Go now." She ordered, eyes serious and head nodding. Percy's body jolted awake and the nerves rekindled, his head nodding. It was go time.

He kissed Annabeth's hand goodbye, thanking her for the dance, and he exited, his footsteps unnoticed and body slinking along the far wall.

Once leaving the grand hall, everything was quiet. There was absolute silence. Percy's stepped echoed in the marble trap, sweat beading across his neck as the hairs stood up. His fears strangled and choked his heart, his breath rigid and slow. He followed the slight buzz of noises, all voices heading to the same direction, and after a moment of hiding behind a pillar, he stepped out to see two closed doors. They most likely lead to the office, the heads meeting there, and Percy snuck close to catch their words, no one watching the door.

"Ronos we can't just-" Poseidon was cut off.

"Poseidon stop. Maybe this is the best way." Zeus reprimanded, voice stern and solid.

"Sending in military to take regions? How is that helpful?" His father was showing more morality than any of the men. Maybe this way why he was nervous.

"Poseidon, it would increase profit by multiple amounts and would benefit to us all. Isn't that right Ronos?" Dr. Chase stated, his voice causing Percy's fits to unconsciously clench. He didn't like this guy, and he had a gut feeling he never would.

"What's our next move then?" Hermes jumped in, moving ahead to shipping and troop plans. Percy had learned most of their voices just by shadowing, and he could tell who's voice it was just by the questions they asked.

"We need to move-" Ronos started, but something stopped Percy from hearing the rest.

A sudden smacked to the back of his head caused Percy to fall, head hitting the ground hard. The sickening thud sounded in Percy's ears, his vision blurry and fading. His blood pounded and pumped in his head, his brain losing its sharpness and consciousness. He tried to stand, arms shaking and head heavy, only to be beat down once more, the hit convincing him to stay down.

Right before he passed out, he caught a few words from a familiar voice, his world spinning into blackness closely after, the last thing Percy seeing being a black pair of dress shoes.

"You, Mr. Jackson, had been quiet the con artist. But we don't like double agents. We have methods dealing with traitors, and we will get information we need out of you. The first hit was to knock you out, the second one was for dancing with my girl. Nighty night, Jackson."

Luke stood over Percy, arms crossed and smirk glinting wickedly with two big guys standing at his side waiting for their next orders, the raven haired boy gone and not coming back any time soon.

A/N: And there you go So ya! Review please I did start school, so my updating will be slower and I'm sorry about that, but I still love you all! TELL ME YOUR FAVORITE PART in this chapter You can do LINE OR PART, I don't care. I know there's not much, but blah… Work with me here! 3 Review please! BTW HERE are Nico, Annabeth, and Thalia's outfits for the ball :) Incase you wanted to see. (Thalia) . . (Nico, grey suit one) . . (Annabeth) .