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Veronica Westcourt didn't like Camp Half-Blood. She didn't like the fact that she hadn't...
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𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 7: 𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓪 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓦𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓖𝓸 𝓗𝓸𝓶𝓮
They were crossing the Potomac when they spotted the helicopter. It was a sleek, black military model. Veronica noted that it the exact same model as the one they'd seen at Westover Hall. And it was coming straight toward them.
"They know the van," Percy said. "We have to ditch it."
"Genius idea, Paxton," Veronica said sarcastically, slowly clapping. Percy shot her a look as if to say, Will you shut it?
Zoë swerved into the fast lane. The helicopter was quickly gaining.
"Maybe the military will shoot it down," Grover said hopefully.
"The military probably thinks it's one of theirs," Percy said. Veronica fake gasped and clapped some more.
Percy ignored her. "How can the General use mortals, anyway?"
"Mercenaries," Zoë said bitterly. "It is distasteful, but many mortals will fight for any cause as long as they are paid."
"But don't these mortals see who they're working for?" Percy asked. "Don't they notice all the monsters around them?"
Veronica facepalmed. "For someone so bitter about Thalia learning how to control the Mist," she spoke, frustrated, "you seem to forget its purpose a whole bunch."
Zoë shook her head. "Veronica is... correct," she hesitated. "I do not know how much they see through the Mist. I doubt it would matter to them if they knew the truth. Sometimes mortals can be more horrible than monsters."
"It's probably because no slushie enjoying realists out there."
"Veronica, I'm concerned about you," Percy confided.
"No one asked you, Percival."
"Perseus. At least say that right."
The helicopter kept coming, making a hell of a lot more progress than the group were through all the D.C. traffic.
Thalia closed her eyes and prayed hard. "Hey, Dad. A lightning bolt would be nice about now. Please?"
But the sky stayed gray and snowy. No sign of a helpful thunderstorm.
"Well, if they're mortal, I just need some drain cleaner," Veronica said, smiling as she reached into her bag she'd brought with her.
Percy took the bag away. "You have issues!" he exclaimed.
Veronica sighed. "Relax, Perce," she said, not catching her words.
"Purse as in a handbag or Perce as in short for Percy?" Percy asked.
"Whatever rocks your cock," she answered.
She reveled in the scarlet color Percy's cheeks became. She knew exactly where his mind went. It seemed everyone except Bianca did as well, based on the looks.
