The Other Heroes of Olympus Book Two; The Vengeance

Angela

Angela had always(well, not always, but you get the point) liked Myron. His personality, his dumb decisions, and the way he worked with his hands. It was a shame he had gone through tough times back in Massachusetts. She would definitely put her life in his arms.

The three of them loaded up into the Ford Explorer, which looked big on the outside, but wasn't anything like that on the inside.

Once everyone loaded in, Angela's face was squashed against the window in the back seat, and thought it would be best if she sat up front with Myron. Besides, it would be much better to leave Nico by himself in the back.

"So, Myron. Where to first?" Silverstreak asked.

"We're going to have to go to the closest place I know of: S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters in Washington D.C.," Myron said. "It may not seem that close, but we can make it in about a day. I just need to talk it over with Fury."

"How about something that will blend in better in a New York environment?" Nico suggested.

"How about a taxi van?" Angela asked.

"Sounds good to me," Myron said. "Streak, if I showed you a picture of that kind of taxi, could you transform into it?"

"You know it," Streak replied.

"Jane, pull up a picture of that kind of van," Myron said.

"Yes, sir. It's on your cell phone," Jane replied.

Myron emerged from the car, and showed Streak the picture. He scanned the photo, and began to change. The black paint peeled off, revealing a bright shade of yellow, with a New York taxi logo. Myron put on a cabbie hat, with a name tag. A good idea, or else they would be pulled over by the cops for being an invalid driver.

"You have an I.D.?" she asked. Better safe than sorry.

He pulled out a small book. "Yep. I keep all of my fake I.D.s in this booklet," he said. He turned the page to a picture of him on an official taxi driver's license.

"You look cute in that one," she said.

"Thanks," he said. "Streak, let's move."

They drove from Camp Half Blood all the way to Times Square, and there wasn't a monster in sight. A good thing, too, since Angela never brought her bow and quiver of arrows. She looked over at Myron, who had the real taxi driver look to him: the toothpick between his teeth, one hand on the wheel(despite the fact he wasn't in control of the steering). He must have learned a lot about different disguises to keep this one going.

"Now, we'll need to be careful at D.C., and Nico, I think you remember why," Myron said.

"Yeah. No run ins with any vicious lions that will tear our flesh apart," Nico said. "Got it."

"Wait, you never told me anything about this," Angela said.

"Last year, when I went on that quest to save Percy and the others, we made a stop in D.C., and had an encounter with the Nemean Lion," Myron recalled. "I threw a Celestial Bronze shrapnel grenade into its mouth, and goodbye kitty cat."

"You really are brave," Angela said.

"I couldn't do it without Nico's help," he said.

"Well, that's two people I should thank, then."

The drove in silence all the way to Washington.