The Sea's Storm

The Sea's Storm Issue #15

A/N. REVIEWS!

"Cool plot for a PJO fic, and I hope Grover returns in the epilogue" -CriticalBand-Aid

Well Mr. Aid, one, thank you. Two, I guess you'll see if your hopes come true.

And that's the review. Onto the chapter!

6 Months Later

     Over the last six months, crime in New York has been slowly declining. All thanks to Sea Storm and his partner Silver Shadow. The two have worked to catch criminals who dare harm innocents.

     But that is not the main point of our story today. Our story comes from a theory sent in, along with a video. As we can see in this video taken a couple of days ago, it seems apparent that Sea Storm and Silver Shadow are a couple.

     Is this true? We don't have any confirmation. But wouldn't it be fun if they were? The two superheroes who protect the city, actually together.

      This is Barbara Winters, with Channel 6 News.

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     Percy watched as the man aimed his rifle at the young girl. Another man opened a storage container, many other young girls huddling together in it.

     "Иди туда, сука!" The man with the rifle yelled.

     Percy didn't understand Russian, but if there was one word he knew, it was suka. Bitch. He felt Zoë tense next to him, her arm reaching for an arrow on her back. Percy held up a hand to stop her.

     "We have to wait. We can bust this whole thing, but we need the information on the higher ups."

     Zoë relented. He turned to her. Her mask only covered her nose downwards, so he could see every emotion in her eyes. She designed it like that. Something about criminals seeing the eyes of the one to bring them in.

     The silver of her suit and bow reflected the moonlight. How the Russians didn't see her, he had no idea. Maybe she kept the light out of their eyes or something, he wasn't sure. He didn't know how a lot of the powers Artemis had given her worked.

      Zoë had woken up one morning, glowing silver. Upon being asked about it, she said, "I followed the stag." Nothing else. No expansion, no words of note, just that sentence, then using her bow and arrow, aiming to hit toast as it flew out of the toaster.

      Percy turned back to the ongoing child trafficking operation. The man who opened the shipping container closed it once the girl was inside. He locked it, before the two walked off.

     The two Russians walked a little bit away, before the one with no gun pulled out a Nokia phone and put it up to his ear.

     "Alright, Zoë. I think they could do with the pleasant smell of a fart. Then, stick 'em."

     She grinned, not that Percy could tell with her mask. She reached behind her and picked out an arrow. It had a little gas vial on the tip of it. Inside, a green gas swirled. She notched the arrow, aimed, and fired.

     The arrow soared, landing on the ground between the two Russians. The glass vial shattered, releasing the gas. The Russians smelt the air around them, before puking. The guy with the phone dropped it. Percy took the time to get down from their perch, run along some other shipping containers, and jump down to the child traffickers.

     As he reached the ground, another arrow flew, striking the ground near the Russians. This arrow let loose a substance that grew rapidly, entrapping the two Russian's legs. Percy scooped up the Nokia, and put it to his ear.