The Half-Blood Project

2- Don't Test The Tester

Annabeth Chase

The night was cold and dark, the wind whipped against all open skin mercilessly, my hair was tucked into a long braid, a few curls sticking out and curling around my cheek ear.

You chose this Annabeth. You should have dressed warmer. I chided myself, my black leggings were not enough in the chill of the Idaho air. I was already relieved I was leaving for Los Angeles tomorrow. But I wasn't there for the good weather and sunshine.

I waited outside the compound, where there was supposedly supposed to be an import of illegally shipped bronze metals. They would be forged into bullets, swords, and daggers. I intended to get my hands on it.

Idaho was a useless state. That's probably why they picked the capital city as a storage container for their metals. No-one would think twice about going to Boise Idaho.

Everyone but me. It was an obvious solution. Kronos moved from all useless cities. Sioux Falls, Helena, Salem, Fort Collins, Denver(the only city she enjoyed), and many more. Finally, she had managed to catch them in Boise.

I stood on the roof of the opposite warehouse, waiting for them to come out with the shipping containers, I threw my hood on to conceal my bright blonde hair and tan skin from the night air. I always felt like I had eyes on me.

There was a reason I didn't work for anyone, I trusted no-one but my instincts. A lesson I learned the hard way.

No nineteen  should be tracking illegal supplies across the country, they should be partying in college, enjoying civilian life.

I wasn't a civilian. I was a half-blooded human. Dad never hid it from me that I was different than the rest. I saw the line. I saw calculations rising in the air, I could solve advanced math before I was three.

Sometimes he made it clear that I wasn't normal. And not in a nice way.

Why I was half-blooded always made me curious. What was the other half? I took the DNA test. Half of it's missing. So the other half is not human.

If not human then what? Another reason I didn't trust anyone. I couldn't even trust my basic biology was screwed up.

What made my job harder was the Half-Blood-Project. They made a name for themselves these past three years. Their leader? The infuriating Percy Jackson. A boy who could control water.

I had a suspicion they were tracking me. It would take a lot of brainpower to find me. I had more than fifty fail-safes if anyone cracked the firewall.

If anyone could ever get past the security sensors and backlash program I  installed so that all of their data would be wiped and sent to the enemy.

Yes, I did that.

The Half-Blood-Project did some good and they made plenty of mistakes. They're first? Making that water-logged boy leader.

He was powerful, I'd give them that, but powerful people did not always make for powerful leaders. Sometimes the underdog, the one you least expect, leads the best because they understand the ones squashed underfoot.

But I had never met the infamous Percy Jackson, so I can't drawn to any firm conclusions quite yet. I can not judge those who's a a story I have not listened to.

The lights of the warehouse flicker ever so slightly and my attention refocuses. I check my watch

Less than a minute

I prepare myself, slide the jagged bronze dagger from its holster on my leggings, it glows slightly, humming in the cool night.

Climbing down the ladder on the side of the warehouse I glance to where the shipping crates are supposed to be. Male voices echo slightly off the warehouse, bouncing into my ear.

This is too easy

And I realize this. It is too easy now? Or have I played it out so many times repeatedly in my head that it seems easy?

I duck in the shadows as two armed men roll heavy crates to the back of a truck, you can hear the bronze rolling around inside and I can feel the nerves in me building up.

You've done this for almost four years Annabeth. This mission is simple. Easy.

I tell myself this. It does not calm me in the slightest.

I slip out of the shadows, creeping up behind one of the men, and before I can think, my dagger sinks into his back and he falls with a silent scream that will drown me in my nightmares. The second man does not notice as his back is turned, hefting a heavy crate into the back of the semi-truck. 

He turns and see's the man on the ground, blood seeping onto the cold cement, the light in his eyes fading away. 

Before he can yell for help he is a lifeless body on the ground, his throat slashed. 

I look at both bodies with sadness, did they truly have to die? Maybe. But they worked for a terrorist organization, one that even the United States federal government had few leads on. All they knew was that Kronos was dangerous and he was playing a game that even if he lost, would take more than a hundred thousand lives. 

If not more. 

So yes, for the greater good, they had to die. 

I rip open the crates and with a satisfied smirk, I see the bronze shards, carefully places, glowing in the dark. Opening my bag I take the C4 out carefully and wire it delicately to the crates. 

Better this is destroyed than given to the enemy side. 

I wire it so that there is only one wire, and if cut, it would still explode. 

Another fail-safe no one can escape unscathed.

It's done, I run off from the warehouse until I'm nearly a hundred yards away, I have to squint to see the truck and crates full of precious metal. 

I click the button and the sound of destruction is more than satisfying. I grin, smirking at the wreckage that flies in every direction, the bodies of those I killed are charred, they will be unrecognizable after the dust clears. Parts of the warehouse crumble and sear, the semi is obliterated, gone, reduced to a lump of useless metal. 

Slipping off into the darkness I hear the sirens wail in the distance. The FBI will be covering this once they find out bronze was in the mix. They've been catching on that Kronos use's metal's that are rare but more dangerous than steel and iron. 

The federal government isn't stupid, but they have yet to realize there are non-humans out there, half-bloods with powers unimaginable. Of course, Percy Jackson is on the most wanted list, they think he is an experiment gone wrong, that's why he has the ability over water. 

They will not address it to the public. 

They have too much pride to admit there is something more powerful than them pondering in the dark. I've hacked the database. If Percy Jackson is classified as an otherworldly threat, then what would they think Kronos of when they find out he can slow, reverse and speed up time? 

I smile at what the world will say to people with extraordinary powers.