A Fire Burns Within Me Version 2

Bad News

Previously:
"Who is that?" Gibbs pointed at the screen with the hand that held a coffee cup. "McGee, run facial recognition."

"Don't bother." Faces turned toward me. Zöe just looked at the screen, trying to recognize him probably. "I know who he is."

"Who?" Gibbs looked at me as if he didn't believe me.

"Frank Zhang, son of Mars. At least if things are the same here as they are where I'm from."

"What is he doing here?" My mum asked, sounding on the verge of scolding. "You know him too, Percy?"

Well, that answers the question on if things here are the same. All I did was nod in response to my mother's query.

"Is he from where you're from?" Gibbs asked me.

I glanced uncertainly at the screen. "Hard to tell," I started. "He might actually be from here. I don't know why he would be here, he had Hazel back home to take care of."

"Either way, we need to get him out of there and we only have 24 hours at least," Bishop said.

"Why, what'd they say?" I'd been too shocked in seeing Frank to figure out what the bad men were actually saying.

"Perseus," Zöe sighed, hiding her face in her hand. "They said if they do not get them access to 100,000 dollars, they would kill the son of Mars."

I looked disbelievingly at the screen. I had a feeling that wasn't really the exact words they'd said but what Zöe said got the message across. "That's what they want?" Lame. I would have asked for a private island or something. "Do you know where they are?"

"No, but we're working on it," McGee said, eyes fixed on his computer screen.

"Perseus, art thou able to fire travel still?" Zöe asked.

That stopped me short. I had forgotten about that ability. "I can get to them without needing to know where they are," I spoke up, quietly to Gibbs. He was standing close to me on my left.

He frowned. The unspoken question plain as day on his face.

"Comes with being an adopted son of Hestia," I smirked.

"Hestia adopted you?" My mom looked very touched, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Yeah, she's great, mom, you'd love her," I almost gushed to her.

"I'm not sending you without back up," Gibbs said, getting back on track.

"I can pop in and find out where they are and come right back," I suggested.

After a second or two of contemplating, he agreed. "Follow me." He was gone in the next second. "Everyone else, gear up!"

"Please be safe, Percy!" My mom said, squeezing my hand.

I followed Gibbs into the elevator. When the doors shut all the way, he reached over and flipped a switch by the floor buttons. The elevator stopped moving and the lights went off.

"You can do it now," he said. "I figured you wouldn't want this on camera."

I smirked. "You might want to stand back," I said before reaching for the power of flame I got from Hestia. In a flash of fire, I appeared in the hall I'd seen on the screen.

"What was that?" A scared voice came from the other end of the hall.

"I don't know, Fletcher, why don't you find out?" Another voice sneered.

"I can't, I'm watching the hostages!"

Hostages? As in plural? That's not good.

Knowing time was short, I looked around. I appeared to be in the kitchen. It was a small one and a little out dated. Glancing over the counter, I was hoping for something with an address on it. There!