Much to the surprise of General La Rue and General Valentino when they arrived at the Sao Paulo airstrip, Jacob, Dr.Bowman, and a security guard named Pablo were already there.
The three were even eating breakfast. Breakfast burritos and donuts.
"Aw youth, they're either getting up early or staying up all night." La Rue chuckled.
"I know old men like us can't even keep up anymore," Valentino said.
Jacob ignored them. He put extra spicy hot salsa on his steak, onion, and egg burrito and then ate it in two bites.
La Rue's attention turns to Pablo, who wearing a dark security uniform.
"And who might you be son?"
Paolo was no longer in a wheelchair, but he had a cane and knee brace. He stood up saluted the General.
"Private Pablo Hernandez, First shift security guard." Instead of his normal goofy tone, he was straight and serious.
"You know Jacob?"
"We played War Hammer forty-K, and I'm the one who invited him to a Sao Paul." Pablo continued.
The Generals shared a look. Paolo saw this and nervous sweat drop form.
"So your one who brought Jacob out for drinks" La Rue asked.
"Um, Yes Sir."
"Are you aware of what happened after Mr. Williams left the nightclub?" Valentine asked his thin left eyebrow raised.
Bowman finished eating a blueberry donut. "What happened to Jacob?"
"Left just he encountered some unsavory individuals and it ended the way you would expect," Valentine said.
"Oh." Bowman pick up a chocolate-covered donut and began to eat it. She knew what he meant.
"Y-yes sir and I-I do apologize for reckless behavior and I plan to correct my behavior and improve on my decision making." The young security guard rubs the back neck nervously.
The Generals shared another look.
Jacob ignores them.
"What else did you do that night?" General Valentino pressed on.
"Excuse me?" Palo asked.
"Answer your superior son." La Rue said.
"Oh, I met a young woman, and we went to her place and, and had sexual intercourse." Pablo didn't look them in the eyes.
Bowman glared dagger at Pablo.
Jacob continued to ignore everyone.
"Did she consent?"
"Yes sir!"
"Did you wear protection?"
"Of course sir!"
The General stared at Pablo. Valentine spoke, "Well you have made some wise decisions, and I expect you to continue to make wise decisions, understand Private Hernandez?"
Pablo's body tightens. "Sir yes sir!"
"At ease." Pablo sat back down. Bowman was still glaring at him.
La Rue turns to Bowman, "Glad you could make it Doc, get enough sleep?"
"Oh don't worry, I've gotten up in the middle of the night for emergency surgeries," Bowman said before continuing to eat another donut.
She looks like a little blonde squirrel.
"Generals, would either of you care for a donut?" Pablo held up a color box full of delicious morning delights.
La Rue held up his hands, "No thanks, my doctor told me to cut back on sweets."
Valentino on the other hand chose a raspberry jelly donut. "Thank you."
Eventually, a private jet arrived at the airstrip and the party of five made their way to the plane.
"It was good seeing you again Robert." La Rue said shaking hands with his Brazilian friend.
"Same old friend, you take care of yourself," Valentino said.
General La Rue turns to Bowman, "Thank you for taking of my boy, Doc, it was good meeting you."
Bowman smiled, "Glad I could help, it was a pleasure meeting you both."
The doctor and General shake hands.
Pablo nervously rubbed the back of his neck, "Hey, um, Jacob I'm real... I'm sorry about getting drunk and leaving you alone and, and,"
Jacob placed his hand on Pablo shoulder. Pablo thought Jacob was about to rip him in half right then right there. Instead, "Don't worry about you're young and stupid, enjoy while you can."
Pablo goofy smile appears, "Oh by the way," Pablo reach into his security bag and pulls out a small box, And hand it to Jacob.
It was a War Hammer forty K model kit. It showed five black templars, knights, on it.
Jacob raised an eyebrow.
"It was an old gift and I figure you like it. If you got want you can sell and make like a hundred bucks."
Jacob looked at the small boxes over.
"I like it. Thank you." Jacob said with actual positivity in his voice.
Pablo smile grew bigger. The two shook hands.
Then Bowman walked up to Jacob and the two shook hands. The moments their hands met Bowman slip Jacob a piece of paper. Directions to Camp Half-Blood.
"Thank you for everything Doctor Bowman, you have been a great help to me." Jacob said.
"Just doing my job." She said brightly, "You take care, Mr.Williams."
Jacob nodded and follow La Rue to the plane. Valentino, Bowman, and Pablo wave off their guest watch the plane take out.
General Valentino then said goodbye to the doctor and security guard. He walks off talking about the mountain of paperwork he had on his desk.
"Soooo, how you feeling doc?" Pablo asked.
Bowman watched as now the plane fade from her vision.
"Honestly, relieved," Bowman said her eyes still in the morning blue sky. Pablo looks at her then back at the sky.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Pablo said, "Jacob, he just... Different."
"You can say that again."
"Jacob, he just... Different." Pablo repeated.
Bowman smiled and began to walk off. Pablo began to speed wobble after the doctor.
"Wait Doctor, you wanna get lunch later?" Pablo hopped after her.
"Sure." She said.
"Wait really?" The guard asked. She rejected his meal offers before.
"Yes really, I would like for you to treat me to lunch." Bowman gave a sly smile. There was this seafood restaurant she wanting to try and yes it was pricey.
"Hey, really, you think Jacob will be alright?" Pablo asks the Doctor.
Doctor Bowman was quiet for a moment.
"Let just hope that he doesn't do anything too surprising."
The plane had been flying for over an hour. La Rue and Jacob were having breakfast when La Rue spat his coffee all over Jacob.
"YOU WHAT!?"
Jacob calmly wipes the coffee and spits off him. And he repeated himself.
"I said I'm retiring."
La Rue couldn't say anything. The word wouldn't form. He just leans back in his seat and knew one thing.
This would not go well with the higher-ups.
And it didn't. They landed in Florida.
Jacob went off on his own again, nothing bad this time he went to look at the beach.
Then the shit storm began. La Rue was a room with eight monitors; one of which was connected to the Secretary of Defense and another was the Head of Homeland Security. Along with six other high-ranking Generals.
A jury of his peers.
You would figure that nine members of the world's strongest military would calmly and logically discuss the retirement of the special operations agent known as the "The Ghost" civilly.
You are wrong.
"What do you mean he wants to retire!?"
"He is our greatest asset to fighting against terror and injustice!"
"He's too dangerous to return to civilians life, The Ghost is a weapon."
"La Rue you will make him stay or it your ass!"
"He knew too much if he captured or turns on us, the United States and our allies will in great danger."
This went on for twenty minutes. These higher-ups continue to "convince" La Rue to change The Ghost's mind. Then it was his turn to speak.
"Look I don't why he wants this, but we should consider this a good thing. He only thirty-five and has completed over a hundred And fifty operations worldwide. He has done more for our country than all of us combined." La Rue said.
"General La Rue, I agree that the " The Ghost" has complete more operations than another member of the special ops," General Jefferson said, "But the thing I'm sorry about is Him returning to civilian life, what he snaps and goes from soldier to serial killer?"
La Rue sighed and pinch the bridge of his nose, "He wouldn't do that, my boy doesn't kill without reason. He does have control over himself."
The Head of Homeland security spoke, "What if offer him a new position, like a security analysis?"
"No he want out, no new job or position, he made it clear to me that he did." La Rue said.
"La Rue, we can't give him up, at least not yet. There is no one else at his level, " The Ghost" is unparalleled." Said General Yang, "I say that we convince him to continue for at least ten more years."
La Rue sigh again," That not going happen once he make up his mind, it can't be changed."
This went on for four hours. It was like watching tennis, it just went back and forth between La Rue and the others.
"Look there is no stopping him, 'The Ghost' does not care what any of you have to say, if any of us tries to stop him, he'll snap us in two and be on his merry way." La Rue said. His voice was dry, the light on the screen was hurting his eyes. His back was beginning to ache.
About four years ago he had back surgery. Nothing major, just age and years of combat had caught up with him.
The Higher-Ups were silent. The Secretary of Defense then spoke. "All right La Rue give us a moment."
The eighth screen went blank. La Rue rubs his eyes. There was a pitcher with iced water and a cup. He poured it and drank.
After ten minutes only one screen came back on. The Secretary of Defense reappeared. La Rue still could not believe how young he was. Only forty-five.
"La Rue, we discussed and ultimately we, begrudgingly, agree. We can't stop the 'Ghost' and any attempt will most definitely result in most likely the death of anyone who tries to stop him."
La Rue nodded.
"Now General, do you believe that he may a danger to civilians."
La Rue blink. "Not useless they start something with him."
"La Rue," The secretary said sternly.
"Look, he doesn't like people. He most likely gonna go live in the woods and become a local legend meant to scare children."
The two stare at each other for a few seconds.
"All right, he free to retire, but is he willing to kill that warlord in Africa first?" The SOD said.
"Yes, he agreed to the mission."
"Alright then, thank you, La Rue."
"Of course."
The two saluted each other and the screen went blank.
La Rue put a hand to his forehead. He felt a migraine coming.
"Fucking assholes."
They thought that they could control the 'Ghost' and La Rue had to give a reality check.
It was evening, the sky was now a tropical mixture of orange and pink.
La Rue and Jacob, we're staying at a private military hotel. It had an Olympic size swimming pool.
La Rue went to the front desk.
"I'm General La Rue, did I get any calls?" He the clerk.
The clerk went through his binder.
"Yes sir, at two-thirty p.m. a Claire La Rue called asking for you, I told her that you were in an important meeting."
"Did she leave any messages?"
"Just that she would call again at ten."
"Ah, anything else?"
"No sir,"
"Alright then thank you."
"Of course sir." The clerk said and went to his computer.
Clarence La Rue has been married twice and divorced twice. He had three children, Clarence Jr. From his first marriage, and Charles and Claire from his second. All three also join the military.
He had only had one grandchild, his granddaughter, Clarisse La Rue. He has no idea who her father is, Claire said that he died in battle. Good thing, because if were alive The General would rip off the guy nutsack with his bare hands.
Next year he plans to retire and move in with Claire and help her raise Clarisse. He was gonna her how to fight, how to shoot a gun, and how to ride a bike.
"I take everything went well?" La rue looks to his and saw Jacob walk toward him.
"As good as it could have gone " La Rue motion for Jacob to follow him. The two went to the hotel bar and grille.
"Two burgers two beers."
The two sat at the bar waiting for their orders. Several giant tv playing sports from baseballs to hockey.
"They want you to do that mission in Africa." La Rue's eyes were on a basketball game. The Boston Celtics were playing the Miami Heats.
"Of course," Jacob was watching a kickboxing match. "And after?" The winner was declared after he KO his opponent with a spin kick to the jaw. In slow motion, you could see the mouthpiece fly out the ring.
"Your free to go, free to go wherever you want." La Rue flinches when the ball bounces off the hoop.
"Wherever I want. They better not try to shoot me when I turn my back." Jacob reaches into the peanut bowl and ate one. Shell and all.
"No, they know who you are, they wouldn't try such a thing." The General grab a peanut, peel off the shell, and ate the nut.
The two sat in silence, two bottles of
Dos Equis were placed in front of them. La Rue used the bottle opener at the bar. Jacob snaps the cap off with his thumb. No, it wasn't a twisted-off.
The Celtic lost by two points and two sports commentators are now discussing the game.
"Alright, gentlemen your burgers."
Finally, the food arrived. Two beautiful hamburgers with lettuce, tomato, onion, and ketchup. Pickles on the side and golden fries fresh from the fryer.
Jacob pull the lettuce off his burger and began eating. La Rue waits for his cool.
Eating and watching sports. The pinnacle of male friendships.
Then Jacob did something he never did before; he asked a personal question.
"Do you plan on retiring Clarence?"
La Rue bites a fry in half when Jacob asks that. "What?"
"Do you plan on retiring?" Not once in the fifteen years has Jacob ever asked a personal question and he never called him by his first name.
La Rue manages his speak, "Yeah, next year, gonna move in my daughter and help raise Clarisse."
"Your granddaughter."
"Yeah."
"Who the father?"
"Don't know, was told he died in combat."
The two finish off their burgers. Jacob ate the lettuce he pull off. La Rue pours the rest of his fries onto Jacob's plate. Then he went back to watching one many TVs with a game playing.
Jacob finished off the fries. He then began watching a horse race. Number five, Big Billie, won by a nose.
"You know for four hours when I was "talking" with those guys and not once did they asked, "Why?". They never asked why you wanted to leave. Just more concern that they lost one of their precious weapons."
La Rue's eyes never left the screen.
"That all I ever am, a weapon," Jacob said in a sullen tone. "Are you going to ask me why I'm leaving?" He then finished his beer.
"I already know. Your tired of war and conflict and want to try something new."
Jacob didn't say anything. The two just watch their games playing.
"We leave tomorrow at eight A.M."
Jacob grunted in response.
If you saw an advertisement ad for visiting New York City it would usually a very diverse city of culture and arts. Where everybody is welcome all to come and visit.
A city that embodies the American spirit.
Well, that was somewhat true.
New York City is also known as The Apple.
One big rotten apple.
Crime, corruption, pollution, and general lack of common good manners. When you over eight million people of various beliefs, race, class. Well, let just say things get a little tense.
One man learns this all in one day.
The man bus stop and he got off. Much to his surprise was the weather. For the last couple of days, he travels from Brazil to Florida and then finally to Africa. All know for being very hot very sunny places.
It was January and it has been snowing in New York. The sky was grey and cloudy. The smog covers the tops of several skyscrapers.
The man didn't concern himself with the weather and move on.
He was a large man. Wearing a black hoodie with the word ARMY in bold, golden word across his chest, camouflage cargo pants, and steel toe issue army boots. He was carrying a black duffle bag and also was wearing a green military backpack.
It was nine o clock and the lights of the city shine brightly.
He began walking. All around was noise. People yelling and arguing. Sirens and cars horn. Gunshots.
He ignored it all and kept walking. His boot crushes a used syringe.
'Why would they live here?'
He wasn't thinking about the people who chose to live here. He was thinking about gods who chose to be here.
'Maybe it their fault this city is a dump.'
'I don't know this city has a certain of the type of class, the kind of class that you'll fit right in.' The voice said.
He let out a sigh and continue walking. Even since he remembers who he is or what he was the voice had been a pain in his more than usual. Then it would be quiet for hours, only to wake up and question the sessions that had been made.
People walking down the street avoid the man. Smart choice.
Eventually, he made it to his destination, one of the tallest skyscrapers in the world, famous even outside of the United States.
The Empire States Building. One thousand four hundred and fifty-four feet tall. One hundred and two floors
And at the very top. Olympus, home of the gods.
The smog covers the very top of the building. But the lights could still be seen through rather faintly.
"Sir? excuse me? Sir!"
He looked to his left and a security guard had come up to him.
"Sorry sir, afraid the building close."
He just stared at the guard and then look back up at the cover top.
He could sense something up there.
"What time does it open?"
"Open at noon closes at nine p.m."
The man nodded and walk away.
"I know what your thinking," the guard spoken.
The man stops.
The guard chuckled. "You came all the way to New York and wanted to see the Empire State Building only for the smog to block the view. I seen the same look on hundreds of tourists."
The man nodded again and walk off.
He found his way to Central Park. The gate locked. No matter he jump over the fence and landed perfectly in his feet.
The park was beautiful. The glow of the city made it look surreal. He settled under a tree and close his eyes.
He didn't mind the cold. He enjoys it.
He soon fell asleep.
"Kratos! Wake up!"
He didn't know who was talking to him. He didn't care.
"Kratos! We're under attack! Wake up!"
He instinctively dodges the oncoming attack. The tree he was under was uprooted from the force of the hit.
The man rolled, stop, and stood. He got a look at his attacker. Too big to be a man wearing a very large black suit. Also wearing a fedora that cover his eyes.
"Very good reflexes, I wait to make that you were asleep before I make my move." The attacker dust the snow off himself and smiles.
"You it bad for your kind to be out here this late half-blood, bad things could happen.
The man studies his opponent gaining all the information he could. A little signal went. He knew what he was dealing with.
" Cyclops."
The attacker smile and removed his fedora. Right above his nose was a single eye.
"Yes, and the winner is...ha, don't know name friend how about telling me it." The cyclops asked.
"Why does that matter?"
The cyclops smile shows his blunt teeth. "Well, you see I have brothers and mother always told us to share. So when I kill you and bring back your corpse to them they can know who they're eating."
"Hmm." Was the man's response.
"Well if you are going to be like that." The cyclops rushed at his prey, he sent his fist down and struck.
BAM!
The force of fist blew back snow twenty feet, but cyclops's smile fade when he realized he missed his target.
The man stood with his hands in his pockets.
"Karson."
"What?" The cyclops asked.
"Carson. That my name."
The cyclops nodded and fixed his posture. "My name Thomas."
Thomas charged like a mad bull throwing hit after hit. Carson just dodges the attacks waiting for the right moment.
'Now.'
Karson jab Thomas chin. The one eye monster felt his knees weaken. His weight and velocity betrayed him causing the beast to crash through two park benches and a street light.
"Aah." The cyclops groan and stood up. "Got a lucky hit didn't you?" Turning around Thomas didn't see Carson anywhere.
"What!? Bastard, stop hiding!"
Cyclop's sight and hearing are hundreds of times better than any mortal. They can see clearly in pitch blackness and detect the tiniest details. Their hearing allows them to hear changes in heart rates and breathing. And yet Thomas couldn't hear or see anything.
"Where are you," he said "You smug prick." He saw a glint in corner of his eye. The knife bounced off the cyclops and landed blade first in the snow.
Thomas couldn't help but laughed.
"Really!? A titanium knife? Regular metal can't hurt me! How have you survived this long?" He laughed.
"That was a distraction." Karson appeared on the monster's left side. Before the cyclops could react he was snuck in the ear.
"AAAHHHH!" The cyclops roared in pain. He held his head as a high pitch ringing buzz through his skull. His eye shut tight due to the pain.
Carson attack and kneed Thomas right his jaw. The cyclops head whip as his blood teeth flew through the cold air.
Thomas back hit the snowy ground holding his face. This wasn't right, except Heracles, no half-blood is this strong!
Carson brought his heel on Thomas's windpipe. The monster rolled violently in the ground struggling to breathe. Carson follows up by repeatedly stomping on the cyclops heads.
He didn't stop until the imprint of his boot was embedded into his attacker's skull.
Then he stops and stood back. The body began dissolving into dust.
Carson looked around. Damage to the park was obsessive, some craters, several destroy benches and lights, a walkway turn to gravel.
'Great just great, not only are you a bloody hungry animal but now you destroy public property, image how long it will repair all this? Or the cost of taxpayers' dollars?' The Voice began to nag.
Carson ignored the voice but was aware. It was right, being out was risky. He needs a place to stay, one night in the park and he was already targeted.
He looked back at the fading body just a faint outline of remaining essence. He saw something shiny in the remain.
Picking it up and examining it Carson's ancient memories awoke.
When Kratos was still twelve he and his age group were in for a treat today; they are going taught how to kill monsters.
"Alright, brats listen and listen well!" Bark an aged Veteran.
Kratos along with the rest of his peers waited eagerly for this lesson.
"Harpies, centaurs, cyclopses, hydra's, and many more beasts roam the lands," The Veteran continued. "You have been to taught to kill men now you will be taught to kill monsters,"
The Veteran looked for any sign of fear among the boys: none.
"But killing these beasts is not like killing a mortal, for one metal such as iron and bronze are ineffective against them," The Veteran walk over to a table he had set up and pick up a
Xiphos that had a light blue glow.
"This blade is made from celestial bronze, a metal that is a gift from the gods. This metal can be used to kill monsters, it can even harm the gods themselves."
The Veteran held the blade up for the boys to see. "But this metal can't harm mortals unless mixed with earthly metals." He sheathed the sword and then nodded to another Spartan who left.
"Now I have a gift for you all." He motioned for the group to follow him.
They follow him to an open with two noticeable attractions; a pile of celestial bronze weapons and a minotaur chained to post.
The Veteran smiled, "Kill it! Kill it in the name of Sparta!"
Without hesitation, the young Spartans let out a bloodthirsty cry rushed the pile of weapons, and charged at the minotaur.
Kratos grabs a sword and ran as he could ready to bring glory to Sparta.
The minotaur was soon overwhelmed and whenever dead its body was still being hack and slash.
Another reward was that the young Spartans got to eat the minotaur.
"Good times." Carson moves the celestial bronze piece between his fingers.
'That explains a lot, you and your people are nothing more than barbarians.' The voice said.
Carson went through the cyclops remains looking for the heavenly metals. After ten minutes he had sixteen pieces the smallest being the size of the peddle the largest was gumball size.
He pocketed the pieces, he picked up the knife he threw earlier. After collecting his bags he left the park.
Looking for a place to live in New York was usually not a problem, there were apartments, houses, and hotels everywhere. The problem was the prices.
Twelve hundred, fifteen hundred, two thousand, and five hundred per month to just rent. And that just rent, utilities such water or electricity was another cost so round that up.
Carson continues to look at the ads for places to stay.
"No, no, no, no," he said as he looks from ad to ad.
He picks up his hotdog, a foot long with mustard and onion on a pretzel beard, took a bite.
He throws the catalog of the ad away and began looking at another.
East Harlem the price does look better.
But still.
"No, no, no, no."
"Come on! Choose a place already! You have the money, what even the problem? You have the money." The voice complain.
The voice was right. Money was no issue for Carson. From the last "job" he made. From all the "jobs" he took he made tons of money.
But Carson prefers a more simplistic lifestyle. Just enough was enough. That was the Spartan way.
The cheapest place was nine hundred and fifty dollars per month.
It was the best offer and spending three days sleeping on benches and in alleys was tiresome.
He hadn't been attacked by any more monsters since the cyclops but he has been mugged twice. He did kill them but they are now very crippled.
He memorized the address. Are the rest his hotdog and went off.
"What ya want?" Ask the landlord, A small hairy creature wearing a stained tank top and short.
"You have a vacancy?" Yes?" Carson asked.
"Ya, Ya interested?" The landlord said.
"Yes."
"Yep, this way." The landlord walked to the staircase with Carson following.
As they went fifth flight of stairs they pass a young with a child following her.
"Mommy I wanna cookie." The boy said.
"Later Percy we're going grocery shopping." His mother said.
"Candy?" Percy said.
"No." The Mother said both softy and sternly.
They disappeared around the corner.
"That Mrs.Jackson and her son, they won't cause you any trouble. Her husband Gabe on the other hand is a real piece of shit." The landlord explained.
Carson nodded and continued to follow.
The vacant apartment was on the seventh floor. Number twenty-five at the end of the hall.
The landlord unlocks the door and the two enter.
It was decent living space, kitchen with one bed one bath.
"Alright rent nine hundred and fifty a month, you pay for your water, cable, and Internet. Also the there an eight hundred safety deposit.
Carson set his duffle bag down and open. He reached in and pull a large stack of hundred dollar bills.
The landlord's eyes nearly popped out of his skull.
Carson quickly counted the bills and then handed them to the landlord.
"Here the deposit and two months of rent," Carson said.
The landlord let out a gasp and began counting the money.
"Is that enough?" Carson said.
"Uh? Oh, oh yes sir, yes sir indeed. I'm gonna get ya the lease and spare key right now!" The landlord said in an enthusiastic tone.
"Can I go on the roof?" Carson said while inspecting the apartment.
"Ya, I let people go up their to grill or smoke, just don't jump off it." The landlord went back to counting the money and left.
Carson placed his bag on the pitch counter and tested the lights and faucet. They worked.
He reached into his pocket and pulled the celestial bronze chunks and put them in one of the drawers.
He checked out the rest of the apartment to make the rest lights work. The bedroom light didn't.
'Alright, need to buy furniture and food but first check out the roof.'
The roof was up the next five floors.
He opened the rooftop door and got what he was looking for, a view of the Empire State Building.
He saw cigarette buds litter across the roofs and a flock of pigeons flew off.
Carson took a notepad and pen out of his cargo pants pocket and began writing down some notes. After a couple of minutes, his finished and left.
When he made it back to the floor there was an envelope under his door; the key and some paperwork.
"Mommy! Mommy! Look at me!"
"Percy! Come back here!"
"Look at me! Look at-Oof!"
Carson felt something crash into his leg and looking down he saw the boy get up and hide behind his mother's legs.
The mother was holding several groceries bags and trying to open the door.
"I am so sorry!" The mother panicked.
"He has ADHA and can a little active some times!"
She was beautiful, the kind of that even a god would notice. Big blue eyes, long curly brown hair, plump lips and while not voluptuous she had curves in all the right places.
Whatever.
"It fine." He said and open his door.
"Come on, open," The Mother said trying to open her apartment and hold on to the groceries.
Carson let out a sigh and said "Do you needs some help?"
"No, no, I got it." She said still struggling.
Carson let out an annoyed grunt. He walk over and grabs the bags out of her arms causing her to yelp.
She stood back with her son still hiding behind her.
The stared. Her blue eyes met his Golden amber. She was mesmerized by them.
"Well? The door?" Carson said.
"Oh! Yes of course." She opens the door and he followed.
"Just set them on the counter please."
He did so and look around the place. It was bigger than his, clearly meant for a family. The boy was running around. It look nice, but there was this horrible odor.
Like a rotting corpse left in the sun.
The mother came was up to him, "Thank you very much for helping me." Ahe held out her hand. "I'm Sally, Sally Jackson."
His hand was three times the size of hers. He gently shook her hand.
"Carson. Just Carson."
"It nice to meet you, Mr. Just Carson," she giggle. "Are you new to New York?"
"Yes."
The boy jump off the couch and hid behind his mother's legs again peering over to look at Carson.
"Are you a giant?" He asked innocently.
"No."
"You sure."
"Yes."
Sally smiled, "This is my son, Percy, say hi Percy."
Percy came in front and Carson got a good look at him. He didn't look like his mother, he had unkempt black hair and big green eyes. His skin was also tanned.
"Hi, I'm Percy." He held his hand to shake.
Carson kneeled to shake Percy's hand. "Hello Percy Jackson, my name is Carson."
Percy look up at his mother. "Mommy, I can go play?"
Sally smiled sweetly. "Yes you may."
With that the boy ran off.
"Excuse me, I need to get dinner ready, my husband Gabe will getting off work in an hour." Carson detect some bitterness when she said, Gabe.
"Of course," they shooked hands again and left. Carson could hear Percy bouncing around in his room.
'Look at you being neighborly." The voice said.
'They seem like good people.' Carson thought.
'It is ashamed that their neighbor is a killer.' The voice said.
'Shut up.'
Carson went into his apartment and look around. First buy some furniture and food.
He open the drawer and pick the biggest pieces of celestial bronze.
Second was to find someone to make him a weapon.
End.