Ordinary (A Percy Jackson Story)

Chapter 10

"Who the Hades would go live shooting in the center of a huge police city?" Luke yelled chasing after Zoë, and setting his gun his holster. Bianca had no choice but to follow them in their sprint to the doors.

If the office had been busy before hand, now it was chaotic. People were yelling and screaming orders, Paper stacks flung everywhere, people dropped whatever they were doing to focus on this problem at hand. A TV had been turned on in the corner displaying the news channel that had beat them to the center of the action. The News Lady was talking with a nice calm smile.

"...police ask that everybody stay indoors for the time being. Now for the Weather with Jim...."

Apparently it was going to be partially sunny today with a chance of rain tonight. 

Luke shoved a younger officer out of the way and barreled down the stairs to the front doors after Zoë. She was already bolting for a nice undercover police car with a slick new coat of paint on it. It shined in the sunlight. The car keys appeared in her hand as if by magic. 

"How do you have a drivers license?" Luke called to the undead huntress, "You're like sixteen!"

Bianca didn't bother pointing out that she also had a job and outranked him in said job. The Mist must have been woven extremely thick around all of them, if the police force was okay with sixteen- and eighteen-year-olds bossing around adults. Not that they didn't deserve it. Luke was insanely good at his job and Zoë was a Hunter of Artemis with a couple thousand years of experience in finding people and neutralizing threats.

Zoë was driving, Luke called shotgun, and threw herself in the backseat.

"What are you doing?" Luke shouted.

"Coming!" Bianca shouted back, buckling in. Luke looked like he was about to tell her off, but Zoë was already pulling out of the parking space. 

"In case you forgot, I am a hunter of Artemis!" Bianca told him, "I can look after myself, Luke!" 

  Zoë grinned in the rear view mirror, "Good! I was beginning to worry being with such immature males had softened thee, Bianca!"

"Hey!" Luke cried. She flicked on her police lights and ignored him. As if they had practiced it, half a dozen Police cars pulled out after them following Zoë's bright lead. 

Zoë drove like a maniac. The other cars barely had time to pull out of the way before they were racing past at speeds that should be illegal for even officers to go. Luke scrambled to buckle himself properly, but yelling at Bianca had cost him the chance. Every time Zoë rounded a corner he found himself plastered against the window, shouting curses.

"I'm going to wash your mouth with soap!" Zoë barked.

"Slow down, Di immortalis!" Luke clung to the arm rest, "Or we aren't even going to make it uptown!"

A woozy feeling passed over Bianca, and she gripped her seat belt. Zoë didn't slow. If anything, she had taken Luke's challenge and gone even faster around a tight turn. The cars were thick and they sped through an intersection. "I'm going to be sick!"

"Do not throw up in my car!" Zoë yelled at her, "Or at least do it in Luke's direction!"

"Don't!" Luke warned against it.

Appropriately, sirens wailed behind them. They were following them to the park where the shoot out was occurring but Bianca could pretend they were trying to pull them over and arrest Zoë for her reckless driving speeds. 

 Zoë swung the last corner, and her car screeched to a halt. Luke was thrown forward heroically and slammed his head into the windshield. Bianca felt her seat belt cut into throat but at least she didn't land in between the two police officers in front of her. Luke cursed again, prying his face off the now smudged glass. Bianca almost missed Zoë's coy grin.