"Don't listen to what?" said Ben as he walked by the great tree that protected the camp. [i]In theory, anyway.[/i] Ben thought to himself. The son of Mars saw a boy and girl, both about his age. Like Ben, they had looked like they had been through hell itself. 

He was kidding of course. He knew exactly what the two Greek-born demigods were implying. Ben, in his tattered purple t-shirt, wearing his gladius on his hip, did not try to hide the fact that he was a Roman. Not wanting to start a argument (or a war), he changed the subject. 

"I don't think this was an accident either." he started. "If this was just some random monster attack, then how did they know to wait until the races were going on? The only people who knew this was going on are already inside the camp." He let that last point sink in. He sat down on a nearby rock and sighed. "I hate to tell you guys this, but I there's someone in this camp who isn't on the level, if you catch my meaning."