Shadows of Olympus: Chapter Three IC

[Pockets]

Hephaestus

“I can here you fine. Might you know where my errant Love is? I’m hoping he’s with you because I know neither of you would be so foolish as to head out alone…” After hooking the phone to the speaker he had tinkered with Hephaestus walked away to continue loading materials onto the bus. When Athenes voice echoed out of the speaker and through the cavernous room though he was drawn back to the conversation.

"Standin' right here my love," he called as he set a crate full of ammunition for the Browning inside the bus where the front passenger seat would normally go. "It occured to me that we could use some extra weaponry in case things escalate and I decided it would be better to get the supplies ready before hand instead of waiting until the shit really hits the fan and then having to try to scramble over here to get everything together. I left you a note, it's under the glass with the bullet from your arm in your room."

He hefted the box filled with parts for the browning onto his shoulder and carefully climbed up onto the buses roof to begin assembling the massive gun. By the time he finished they would have a heavy gun capable of firing on low flying helicopters or other aircraft as well as heavy vehicles on the ground. The bus tilted slightly to the side when his weight first settled onto it as he climbed up to the roof but quickly stabalized as he moved toward the rear and the turret set up there.

"Who do we have on the coversation right now? The info Nemesis has on this new drug should be passed through the family as quickly as possible." He frowned as he started assembling the gun. "Except the old Horse, let him face what coming on his own." The anger in his voice was clearly audible, even over the speaker in Athenes phone.

"Talk fast either way Nemesis," he called down. "I'll be ready to go in twenty minutes. Could you toss me up that break bar next to you?" He pointed down to the table next to Nemesis and the very heavy looking pipe sitting on the table. The pipe was at least six feet long and four inches across. "I need the leverage to be sure this is secure."

[tirgesfu]

Hermes

This was like a fucking preschool outing. Hermes saw the line of his relatives holding on to the looped rope and being lead down the street. It took Maria to herd Asclepius back from an alley. The doctor was in the hold of a major hangover and the old fuck was grumpy. But his foul mood was nothing compared to the asshole Prince of Horses. Areion shot him eye daggers that were filled with rage. He had to make sure others were between the two of them. That ass was nuts. It must have something to do with Tyche, but damn if Hermes was going to ask. Instead they just took the freaked out junkie he had captured and let the horse run off.

Demeter did sort of try to stop him. Hermes didn’t all. Gallop away, were his thoughts, one less child hanging on to the rope. They managed to drag a half dead bum, between an old jungle rot dirty old man, an older stiff nose lady with a cane, a good looking black woman who mumbled praises and curses in French, with Hebe running around them apologizing to other pedestrians. No one noticed. It was New York City.

As soon as they made it to some fancy apartment with Demeter as the guide, Hermes took a shower. Let them care for Hecate. Whose place was this again? Hermes wondered as he looked through the closet. Standing nude with all the draws opened looking at lots of nice duds to pick he thought he better check in with Athene. No cell phones for him. He went back to his old shirt and found his spider friend.

“I owe you friend. Now, find your lady. Tell her as always Hermes task is completed. With a bonus of some duped up attacker still alive and ready to question. We’re here by Hecate and the Doctor is in.” Hermes turned back to Danny’s closet and began to pick is new clothes.

After all, he had a date.

[Fallenreaper]

Tyche

The phone had naturally interrupted more than just her, Orion’s lips opened to speak as if answering some question they all held waiting for. Her head turned to Persephone seeing a tight frown and annoyed look spying the reaction out of the corner of her vision, she looked to on the verge of saying something but held her tongue when Athene spoke. It seemed this husband of hers didn’t bring great thoughts, even the mention of him made her mood even bitter. Tyche’s flesh twitched to grip Persephone’s shoulder and let her aunt know she was there, that she caught that sign of irritation. More than anything Tyche realized she wanted her aunt to speak her mind out loud, creating a tight knot of discomfort at lacking reason of why. The dark haired woman let out a huff of while her glaze turned upon Artemis, namely on the man beside her, with a warning glare.

Artemis was restless, a comfort washed over at the sight as the woman pulled up to pace behind the chair with energy through her feet. A phrase,” This better be good,” reached the youth’s ears making her eyes jerk up from their downward cast. Staring her other aunt right into the face then her eyes shifted to Athene, Tyche hadn’t realize she moving to place a hand on Persephone’s shoulder and gently squeezing it until the conversation began. She let it settle if the Queen of the Underworld hadn’t pulled away.

She finally had control over the pain, for the moment, while a man began to speak. His voice was rough like sandpaper speaking in smoothness like motor oil to it mingling with the sounds of something heavy being shift about, the loud banging and clanking didn’t affect his volume in the least. Tyche’s light colored eyebrow lifted to hear him, finding a familiarity to the voice as a sharp glimpse of a man entered her mind viciously. It hurt but she would bear through it, thankful they were all wrapped up in themselves not to notice, and determined not to make it apparent. A wall was coming down that was never meant to be put up.

"Standin' right here my love. It occurred to me that we could use some extra weaponry in case things escalate and I decided it would be better to get the supplies ready before hand instead of waiting until the shit really hits the fan and then having to try to scramble over here to get everything together. I left you a note, it's under the glass with the bullet from your arm in your room." There were loud sounds of moving and something big shifted, even a squeal of metal popped from the phone’s speaker throughout the conversation. She couldn’t help but wonder what the hell they were doing and the source of the terrible sounds.

"Who do we have on the conversation right now? The info Nemesis has on this new drug should be passed through the family as quickly as possible. Except the old Horse, let him face what coming on his own." Again, hate and anger was that all this “family” knew? Discomfort as Tyche’s tried to register the meaning of the name, the anger behind it, and a deep sinking feeling of loss crept into the core. Like a part of her heart was splintered in half as it were, bleeding out slowly and she had no clue why.

"Talk fast either way Nemesis. I'll be ready to go in twenty minutes. Could you toss me up that break bar next to you? I need the leverage to be sure this is secure." Was the last she heard of the man’s voice as the earlier woman took the reins.

“ Athene, you were very clear on what not to do… even after all these centuries, my ability to obey hasn’t changed or weakened,” Nemesis’s voice came back with a slight coldness, likely from Athene’s threat and though no one could tell there was pain yet she could feel it.

Tyche face remained blank as at the phone conference continued, slight softness slip past the expression’s surface. Her fingers- where ever they be- tightening about the mixing of emotions, her heat felt full of thorns to hear the tone in which Nemesis had spoken and for a moment, she found herself wishing something strange: to embrace and hold her. She had a bad feeling about this. It was like Athene didn’t think there was ounce of common sense in any of them and made it her duty to remind them of what she expected of them.

“It would be better if I flew it up there. ” The soft noise of something being discarded as it fell to the ground. A sound, quiet and unusual slapped the air as suddenly lighter steps tapped against metal just as Hephaestus had earlier.

“Here… do you want to put it in or shall I guide it in? ” Came the reply first, likely to Hephaestus before turning back to the threat at hand,”Hecate’s crime scene photos show she was bitten by blunt objects where I.D. as human bite marks, slight bruising indicate there was sucking and no blood traces at all. None of the marks have been traced back to any one particular. The one odd thing about it, there was human remains, ashes, found at the scene even if the results were muddied by the element and sloppy police work. There’s no plausible evidence of what could have cremated those bodies.

I got a DEA packet the morning you called about Hecate’s condition. The information in it was about a drug called Nectar, heroine supplemented with a mysterious substance. Its origins are unknown and the death total has been highest on record with this drug then any before it. There’s a great need of pressuring on everyone for answers: NYPD, other P.I.s, DEA and more to discover its whereabouts and origins.”

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Nemesis

Nemesis felt her patience jerk tightly about her throat, her eyes narrowed upon the contraption as Athene’s voice broke out with a hinting undertone. One she didn’t appreciate, fighting the ball of sour anger nested in the throat. She had distinctively remembered sending a text message to Athene before she was able to set the phone up to speaker both stating Hephaestus was with her and the reason she couldn’t stay. Was her phone service that terrible down here? Probably…Somewhere deep, she thought Athene might be grateful that instead of adding drama and stress into the situation that she used her head and avoided it completely. Be it her sudden dislike or tense body, Hephaestus broke out to answer likely before Nemesis. His focus now on the conversation at hand before shuffling to move a crate of ammunition, surprised that the loud scuffle hadn’t override his answer echoed by a loud thump when the crate was set into the bus.

"Standin' right here my love. It occurred to me that we could use some extra weaponry in case things escalate and I decided it would be better to get the supplies ready before hand instead of waiting until the shit really hits the fan and then having to try to scramble over here to get everything together. I left you a note, it's under the glass with the bullet from your arm in your room." He spoke as hasher sounds rattled from the boxes being piled in, his words confirming the facts Nemesis had already suspected.

He had left some sort of notification for Athene.

Nemesis’s red eyes watched him as he climbed upwards, mindful to keep him in sight while he constructed the gun turret he was so thrilled about. The metal squealed and groan under the weight of the large god, his feet scuffling towards the back wobbling the bus with each step. Its tires lifted making her boot scrap across the concrete floor as she moved closer down the table end before stopping, an inward breath of relief as the reinvented bus catered back upon its wheels making its suspension groan in protest.

"Who do we have on the conversation right now? The info Nemesis has on this new drug should be passed through the family as quickly as possible,” Hephaestus continued as his hand went for a tool, fastening the object onto the wrench his anger alarmed Nemesis as seemed he had a good idea who his first target was,” Except the old Horse, let him face what coming on his own."

It was odd how he once viewed Areion as a friend and then he was nothing to him, a sudden shift told her how much an ally’s worth was compared to lover- one more reason to hate it to Nemesis. Then again she didn’t know the details or that it was Areion that attack Athene in the hotel, for her there was unsettling gap and holes that cried to be filled. Now hasn’t the time or place, being more pressed to talk to Athene as Hephaestus’s request drew her ears.

"Talk fast either way Nemesis. I'll be ready to go in twenty minutes. Could you toss me up that break bar next to you?" Hephaestus continued, before pausing and requested something of her. She followed his pointed finger until her hand touched the bar he sought,” I need the leverage to be sure this is secure."

It didn’t stop her from putting up a finger to signal Hephaestus to wait a moment as she started speaking to the phone,” Athene, you were very clear on what not to do… even after all these centuries, my ability to obey hasn’t changed or weakened,” Nemesis’s voice came back with a slight coldness but not enough to seem like anger.


“It would be best if I flew it up there,” She didn’t want to admit she wasn’t good with hitting her target when tossing something. Taking off her coat, Nemesis knew she had little time and even less with Hephaestus’s need for help.

Hephaestus was pointing at a bar which she took up into her hands, keeping it tight and close. She had lost Jeremiah to stick this out, what else did Athene require of her to give? Her wings spread wide and the air silent in her flight, the only sound was a flutter of wings as they grew and batted the wind. A few of the immortals would recognize the sound of a takeoff. Her body glided up into the roof, the metal indented far less with her weight settling onto the roof beside Hephaestus. It was short and simple glide, her wings more unsatisfied by the limited distance in the air showing in her wings embrace.

“Here… do you want to put it in or shall I guide it in?” Her voice was soft before she turned to tell Athene first about her original task. She was getting to the point, not bothering with details unless asked thanks to Hephaestus’s pressing time limit those would have to wait,” Hecate’s crime scene photos show she was bitten by blunt objects where I.D. as human bite marks, slight bruising indicate there was sucking and no blood traces at all. None of the marks have been traced back to any one particular. The one odd thing about it, there was human remains, ashes, found at the scene even if the results were muddied by the element and sloppy police work. There’s no plausible evidence of what could have cremated those bodies.

I got a DEA packet the morning you called about Hecate’s condition. The information in it was about a drug called Nectar, heroine supplemented with a mysterious substance. Its origins are unknown and the death total has been highest on record with this drug then any before it. There’s a great need of pressuring on everyone for answers: NYPD, other P.I.s, DEA and more to discover its whereabouts and origins.”