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Percy's POV

Hm... This is a very curious predicament. Suddenly, a thought occurred to me. Shaking my head, I tried to deny it. That's silly... But still, I summoned some water and had it travel to the bottom of the chest.

Down, down, down it went. Around swords, and spears,. Behind daggers and below scythes. Between a bow and it's arrows, though the gears of guns.

Finalky, it reached the bottom. My senses told me how far down, but I didn't believe it at first. 65 feet.

I lifted up the chest, and prepared for a terrible weight. I didn't get it. It was as light as a feather, lighter even. If that's possible. Not sure.

But the chest was seemingly bottomless, and weightless. Magic. So that's why Anne used the weird word choice...

After a few moments, I stood back and stared. That staring turned to laughter. It started with a chuckle, then grew to laugh that sounded hysterical even to my own ears. Finally settling down, I plopped down on the floor and pondered what to do next.

I could go to look for one of the girls. Or not, when you think about the complex maze of hallways and doors. If I did that, I'd definately get lost.

I could call out to Anne. See if she hears me and leads me to safety. And risk having an evil servant come and try to assassinate me.

For the record, I've been told my imagination is one of my best features. If you didn't guess that my now.

Or I could wait. And risk everyone forgetting that I was here, and thinking I already left, and then die here alone.

I was saved the torture of choosing by the large oaken doors creaking open. "Hello?"

Perking up up at the voice, I called out, "Hey! Who's there?" I might've been glad, but I didn't exactly recognize the other voice. And I'm very proud of my naturally suspicious nature.

A head appeared around the door. It seemed to be a girl's head, long brown hair hanging down in a ponytail. Other than the head, I couldn't see the body, so I can't be sure if it was a boy or girl.

"Who're you?" The kid asked, frowning when they saw me in the weapons room.

Sighing, I decided to relent. That didn't mean I lowered my guard though. "My name is Percy Jackson." I decided to leave out my titles. "And you are...?"

After a brief hesitation, the kid said, "My name is Pat." (AN: ANYONE GET IT?)

I chuckled silently to myself at the irony of this coincidence. "Ok then Pat. What are you doing here?"

The he door freaked open and the rest of Pat filled the doorway. And by filled, I mean filled. A spider couldn't've gotten through there. Saying it in the kindest way possible for myself, Pat's probably been dating cheeseburgers, and is having a double date tonight with a large milkshake and boxes of pizza.

Which made it even harder to tell the gender of Pat. Trying not to chuckle, I looked down and listened to Pat speak.

"Well, I was sent here by the boss, and told that I'd see some dude trying to pack weapons into a chest." Pat paused. "I thought that meant you were trying to kill someone by stabbing them in the chest. With swords and daggers and stuff."

Looking up, I stared long and hard at Pat. "So, lemme get this straight. You thought I was a murderer, a killer, stabbing someone in the chest. Your boss asks you to come see me, so you do without questioning them. The first thing you do when you get here, is open the door and yell out, 'Hello?' If I was a killer, I'd have taken a gun and shot you right then."

Pat paled. "A -well... I-you..."

In one swift move, I had grabbed a gun from the chest and loaded it with a bullet, pointing it at Pat. "You'd be dead long before now if I was a killer. Consider yourself fortunate that I'm me and not the other guy."

Right at that moment, a force outside of the room mustve poked Pat, because the folds of their skin rippled, and they turned around. I could hear a voice, distinct enough to know it was female, but too distant to make out words.

When Pat turned around, I caught a glimpse of brown hair. Still shivering at the sight of my gun (still aimed), Pat announced, "My boss wants me to take you somewhere."

"And if I don't want to go?"

A new voice piped up from somewhere behind Pat. "I can always make you little brother."

Surrendering, I said, "Ok, ok. No need to insult Oldy. I'm going. I'm going."