Tough times have fallen on the Earth. And for the demigod population.
Humans have discovered them, discovered their abilities and their strengths. And their weaknesses. Gaea left with a bang, taking almost all of Earths energy and resources with he...
No one knew what to do. Judging by the small barred window that was set too high to reach, it was the middle of the night. Calypso had been taken away from us a couple hours ago and hasn't been back.
Meanwhile, Leo's gone delusional with panic, just after he got ahold of his own mind from whatever Everette did. Now we're trying to solve the case.
What is the first drop zone? Why Calypso?
"Okay, let me get this straight," Frank said, "a drop zone is a what now?"
"Normally speaking, it's a place where troops or supplies are dropped by a parachute or just where someone lands when skydiving. But we aren't speaking normally, so I have no idea," Jason explained.
"And judging by what he said, there are more than one?" Hazel asked.
"I guess so," Reyna said, frowning. She blinked, like an idea smacked her in the forehead. She held out her left arm, the one absent of a tattoo.
"What if it has something to do with the tattoo!" She exclaimed. Will pondered this for a moment before realization settled on his features. "Ross said the tattoos stood for worth! Calypso, Rachel, and Reyna don't even have one. That must mean they have no worth to him."
Rachel frowned, low-key offended. "Maybe Will's right," Hazel said. "You guys are still powerful, but not in the way Everette cares about or knows to exploit. Maybe that's why he sent Calypso to this 'drop zone'. Cause she was in the way."
"How dare you," Leo stood, "say she was 'in the way'?"
"Leo," Jason warned, his voice low. "No, it's okay," Hazel said, putting her hand on Jason's chest. "Leo, I'm sorry. I'm just theorizing."
"What does this mean for us?" Rachel asked. "I don't know," was all Hazel said.
I heard a click behind me and the cell door opened, revealing Ross. He walked in and stuck something on the wall. It was a big chart/table thing.
"The Harvesters are fully equipped. Take a look at your shifts on the schedule. Each shift is eight hours. Starting at 8:00 am, so about three hours."
And with that, he left. Leo looked absolutely miserable. His face got super pale and his ears caught fire.
Hazel took a few cautious steps to view the schedule.
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Everyone searched for their names on the schedule. Eight hour shifts? Judging by Leo's reaction, he knew it was bad. He'd made the things after all.
"I've got five," Jason whispered, fingering the list.
