Cosmic Collision (Percy Jackson / Marvel)

Chapter 9

NICK FURY

Finally.

After 70 years.

I send a message to the Board. This was huge news.

And the timing was oddly appropriate. Everything seemed to be happening at once. The British Agency's involvement with the Hapterstrus devices and the half-blood situation was extremely irritating. There was trouble brewing, and it was just starting to make its presence felt.

'Excuse me sir', Maria Hill's voice has a hint of urgency. I nod to signal her to continue.

'Agent Preston from SAXA and Agent 007 both are offline.'

'What!'

I immediately stand up. This was not good. It shouldn't have happened. Did the two know each other? These problems were related- it was too close a coincidence to be anything else.

'Aren't you able to track them', I spit out forcefully. 'Two of the currently most important agents are missing. Get their last known location and all the people involved or give as much information. We need to find then immediately! '

This is bad. Damn it! I stare at Agent Hill's retreating figure and quickly start walking to the conference room. 

PERCY JACKSON

Why do these things keep happening to me? Supposedly Chiron is not in the Camp. I now have to explain why there is a human spy in Camp- that too one who was able to see through the mist, to Mr. D!

I just hope I don't get turned into a cheap bottle of wine before I can explain myself.

'Peter Johnson! What are you doing? Bringing mortals here? '

'Sir, this was a different situation- this man shouldn't have even been here. The mist causes normal people to move away from the clearing, but Preston here was standing right there! '

Mr. D rolled his eyes and took a sip of his Diet Coke.

'Look. I don't know who you people are, but right now, I am in danger and its no coincidence that the coordinates I was instructed to check out, was of this place. '

The chair scraped the floor as Mr. D got to his feet looking pissed off. He left the empty can on the glass table. 'I don't give a dam about this right now.' he walked up to the mini cooler and grabbed another can and opened it with an unsettling pop. 'Perry. You're in charge of him. To quest! More Diet-Coke! Whatever it is, don't bother me. '

Annabeth nudged my side. 'Does he look a bit ... weirder than normal?'

I thought about it. 'Can't see much difference really.' I stated. The odd names, diet-coke and the general distaste for demigods- the three things that made Dionysus, Mr. D.

Annabeth just hummed. Preston was staring at me with an irritated blank face.

I just laughed, 'Come on man, let's walk through Camp. I'll explain everything on the way. '

He just stared outside- the campers yells and joyful talk gave the place a buzz of its own. 

Oh My Gods. Where do I even start?

'Look Preston, these things are not meant to be heard by regular mortals, so don't go telling this to different people. Have you ever heard of stories of Greek Mythology? '

He nodded. 'Agents have to undergo a lot of training- both in the field and on a wide range of topics. I had to learn about Greek Mythology before a mission in Samothrace. Since I was dealing with an elite cartel that used a lot of Grecian metaphors in their works, it was an absolute necessity. '