Son of Artemis: The Assassin God Unleashed

Chapter 4: Chains, Chains, and More Chains

Fredrick's POV:

After seeing their translations, I saw the demigods staring at the chains as I walked back to the temple. "Hey," I interrupted them softly as they were having a hushed conversation between them. "I just wanted to let you know we're about to close up shop for the night. Do you two need anything?"

"We'll be fine here, Dr. Chase," Gwendolyn answered. "We brought everything we needed besides food, so some sandwiches or food will be appreciated in the morning."

"Ok," I said, making a mental note to bring them some bread and sandwich materials in the morning. I even wrote it down in my phone as a reminder so I hopefully wouldn't forget. 

Time Skip: Ugggghhhhh, don't let 14 make you any mixed drinks. She is a bit heavy on the bottle.
Me: Says you. You asked for a Long Island, which is practically 90% hard liquor.

 "Are you certain leaving them at the site was a wise move, Dr. Chase? They are teenagers, and I know my teens are causing a ruckus for their mother at home. I mean, they could be..."

"No. No. No." I interrupted quickly. "They aren't those kinds of Teens. Plus, I think during part of the ride, Gwendolyn said she had a bet that Malcolm does not swing that way."

"They are still teenagers," A British colleague intruded. 

"Perhaps they are. But she can get your  British mouth to shut up," retorted my old professor.

"The elderly know how to cook, unlike your British self," added our French colleague.

"controlled the spice trade for centuries, and yet you all never learned how to use any of them," added an Italian colleague, shaking his head.

I shook my head as they began arguing over who had the best food in Europe; even the German contingent of professors joined in.

"You see, this is why I am happy we are American, Fredrick. We take the best from all these fools and make it our own," My old professor whispered, probably not wanting to drag us into this.

"Yeah, except we got chocolate chip cookies," I reminded my old professor.

"True, but that's too much sugar...at least that's what my wife tells me. Oh, and don't forget to grab some food for those kids at the site. I didn't see them eat at all, and you all got here too quickly to have stopped along the way."

"Thanks for reminding me, professor," I said, grabbing an assortment of food stuffs for them, even grabbing a couple of burritos.

Time Skip: Smell like I sound, I'm lost in a crowd, And I'm hungry like the wolf.
Bonus: HEY THAT'S MY THING TIME SKIP!!!!
Time Skip: Sorry, lil dude, I couldn't help myself this time.
Bonus: *pouting* ok, I forgive you this time

I was part of the first group of historians and archeologists to arrive at the site today, surprisingly, even though I was carrying more food and supplies than usual. While I trusted the kids to stay one night up here themselves, some of the things the other professors said about it made me reconsider it, so I was planning to spend the night up here this time. 

"So, are we going to break the chains or not?" I h-eard one of the archeologists ask. "We already decided against making a hole in the roof."

"Let me speak with the translators that were sent by my daughter and give them first. They're a fresh pair of brains, and we've been trying to break that chain for weeks now," I replied, to which they shrugged and headed off to the numerous tents to review the photos taken and continue their writings. I also heard that the translations were leaked already to the press, and if you ask me, it was one of those damned archeologist.