Artemis {ON HOLD}

Chapter 8

Artemis POV

After the Fast and Furious reenactment was over, the car ride was mostly silent. Silent until Claire had an outburst.

"I'll be the first to say it. This wasn't my fault. If the rest of you wankers had actually done what you were supposed to, none of that would've happened!" Claire snapped, almost shouting.

"Our fault?" Annabeth says, seething. Is the first time I've ever seen her truly angry. And damn is she pissed. "You tried to do everything by yourself! For once in your life Claire, you could've tried to be a team player!"

Claire let out a humorless laugh. "Maybe if I had a decent team, I would!"

Josh whipped around and faced her. "Don't blame us. This wasn't our fault. And were plenty decent!" He roars.

Annabeth snorts. "If you're so decent, then how did we get attacked by gaurds? You clearly weren't doing your job!" She retorts.

"Woah hold on. We weren't doing our jobs? I was doing my job just fine! If Josh had his head in the game then things would've worked just fine!" Will snaps.

"Oh so this is my fault now?" Josh demands, seething.

"Well maybe if you had done your job-" Annabeth starts.

"Oh and like you were doing yours." Claire sneers.

"ENOUGH! " I roar, silencing the rest of my team. If they can even be called that. "Look, it doesn't matter who messed up! One of you fucks up, you all fuck up! You are a team for a reason! You don't put blame on each other! You rise as a team, you fail as a team! So stop fucking blaming one another for shit that happened! It doesn't matter why it happened or how! It matters that you learn from the mistake! End of discussion!" I finish, anger radiating off of me. Everyone knows enough to stop talking after seeing me angry. There are no comebacks, snarky comments, nothing. None of them will meet my gaze.

Tyler hesitantly puts a hand on my shoulder as an act of comfort. I offer him an exasperated smile. He smiles back.

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Once we get back to the facility, Glenn is waiting for us there, expecting. We all take seats in the conference room.

"Well?" Glenn prompts.

Will speaks up. "We got the chick" He gestures to Delgatto, who looks frightened and in awe of everything around her. "And I'm
pretty sure that Ty got the info. I think. Maybe? I didn't ask." He shrugs.

Glenn arcs an eyebrow at Tyler who responds by sliding the flash drive across the table to him. Glenn nods, approving. He returns his gave to the rest of the room. "Anyone mind telling me why there is so much tension between all of you?" He asks, pointedly.

Annabeth clears her throat. "We may have had a little spat in the car."

Josh glares at her. "Little sp-" I cut him off by slamming my palm on the table. He stops talking and glares at his hands.