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𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟒
┏━━━━ ★ ━━━━┓ 𝓐𝓷𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓪 𝓐 ┗━━━━ ★ ━━━━┛
They stood in the shadows of Valencia Boulevard, looking up at gold letters etched in black marble: DOA RECORDING STUDIOS.
Underneath, stenciled on the glass doors: NO SOLICITORS. NO LOITERING. NO LIVING.
It was almost midnight, but the lobby was brightly lit and full of people. Behind the security desk sat a tough-looking guard with sunglasses and an earpiece.
You shouldn't be here.
Just stop their hearts.
Run. Run!
Anastasia shook her head and pressed the palm of her hand to her temple. She hates stupid California. Why do they always have to be in California? Why can't quest be in like...Canada, or Maine? No, has to be fucking California.
Percy turned them. "Okay. You remember the plan."
"The plan," Grover gulped. "Yeah. I love the plan."
Annabeth said, "What happens if the plan doesn't work?"
"Don't think negative."
"Right," she said. "We're entering the Land of the Dead, and I shouldn't think negative."
"I'm with Annabeth," Anastasia pointed out. "Let's just, I don't know. Leave."
"We aren't leaving," Percy sent her a look, but Anastasia has seen worst ones.
Hera's is terrifying, she has to admit.
Percy took the pearls out of his pocket, the three milky spheres.
There's four people. Anastasia had a small inkling she's going to be stuck in the Underworld, unfortunately alive at that.
Annabeth elbowed Anastasia and patted Percy's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Percy. You're right, we'll make it. It'll be fine."
