Percy Jackson: Immortal High School, Mortal Pain (Completed)

A Crime, Suspicious Photos, And A Break In. What Could Go Wrong?

Annabeth POV
School goes by quickly and soon, we find ourselves at the curb in front of the apartment saying bye to Vance Friday afternoon.

He was supposed to go to the Underworld and talk to Hades on his father's behalf. They got in another argument. Again.

"Stay safe!" I hug him. "Stay away from the Kindly Ones and away from the monsters."

"Yes, yes. Goodness, Annabeth, you're acting like a mother!" I smile in response and let the others talk.

Jason and Frank shake his hand, Piper, Calypso, and Hazel hug him and wish him luck, Nico nods his head in respect, Leo gives him an invention: a map to find his way through the place, and Thalia punches him, saying it was a punch of luck. We don't think so.

Anyway, he climbs into the car and leaves. We stand there until it's out of sight then walk back to our apartment.

"We need to find more out about Peter," I state.

"What more do we need? He's obviously the new demigod," Nico says.

"I have a feeling he's more than that. I don't think the gods gave us all the information. Did you see those sword fighting moves? A simple demigod wouldn't be able to do that and he best Vance and me!"

"And me." Leo pipes up.

"He knows something we don't. We have to find out!"

"Or, he could just a simple demigod with sick fighting tricks!" 

"Those moves weren't Roman, nor Greek. They were a mix of both and something more."

"I agree with Annabeth on this one," Jason says.  "He's not your average demigod, even if he was trained by the camps."

"What do we do then? Question him? Because that worked out great last time!" Thalia remarks sarcastically.

"I say we find out where he lives and go from there."

"Break into his house? What could go wrong?"

My fingers move fast along the computer keys and onto the school website. We find his address and decide to walk there.

Percy POV
I'm walking home when a car pulls up beside me. It's Gabe's Camaro and he's got a scowl on his face.

"Get in the car, Punk!" he yells from the window. I get in hesitantly and he starts driving.

"Yes, sir?" I ask.

"I have a job for you. See that briefcase there?" He gestures toward the black box at my feet. I nod. "I want you to sell it to a buddy of mine for about $100,000. No questions asked."

"What's in it?"

He slaps me in the back of the head. "Don't get all noisy, boy! Just get the money and give it to me. Got it?"

"Yes, sir."

"When you get to the top, knock, and when he asks who it is, say, 'Your order.'"

"Yes, sir." He stops the car at an apartment and unlocks the door.

"$100,000, no less."

I nod and get out. I have to climb to the top of the apartment, which is ten floors. Great. I slowly climb the steps in about thirty minutes and knock on the door.