The Titans

Unveiling

As I settle into my chair and turn to one of the on-board computers, I see Will doing the same across the aisle. I pull up a link to Hecate, and quickly fill her in on what happened. I feel the wheels lift off of the ground as I finish the report, I shut down the computer, and turn to face him.
"So, any details you want to share?" I jokingly ask, and get a grunt in reply, as he barely glances over, and keeps on typing.
"What would you even want to know? You already know I'm trueborn, my title, and my weapon. What else is there for us?" he finally mutters, sending his report and turning to face me.
"Well, do you like sports, music, art. Hell, where did you live for the past fifteen years?" I ask seriously, and he looks at me in surprise.
"I like classical music. Bethoven. Mozart. Quartets." he says seriouly, daring me to say something, only to have me nod slowly. He exhaled and continues, "I love to play rugby and hockey, football on occasion, but I'm not a huge fan of art. I've spent the majority of the last fifteen years jumping between Canada and the northern U.S. Plenty of spots to easily jump the border." He chuckles, clearly remembering several instances. "What about you, what brought you out of hiding?"
I sigh, and shake my head. "I love my punk rock and metal. I love rugby and football, and play some baseball every once in a while. I love a well done painting or drawing, but not much else. I've lived mainly in New York, plenty of people to hide around. Had a few run ins with olympians, as their main headquarters was but a few blocks from my apartment, but I didn't have to bolt until Hermes actually discovered my hideout." I frown, cursing him quietly. "How long until we arrive?" I ask, glancing at Will.
"Hmmm...probably a few hours. It does take a while to get to California, after all." he says, thinking. I nod in return, and collapse onto one of the couches, and close my eyes.
"Wake me up if we get any more messages." I say before passing out easily into seamless sleep.