A muscular man paced back and forth stiffly, barking orders to another young man who leaned against a wall relaxedly.
The muscular one stopped pacing, "Agent Jackson! What did I just say?"
Agent Jackson pushed off the wall, "Graverobber, Angelo Cemetery."
The man growled, "Fine, get outta here."
He was surrounded by gravestones crouched in the bushes, scanning the area. His morale was crumbling until midnight.
A slight disturbance in the shadows then a figure. Percy snapped into action, sprinting after the shovel wielding character. He slammed him to the ground, they rolled along until Percy came up on top and caught a glimpse of his face in the moonlight.
"Nico?"
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FanfictionHey there guys, I just wanna say that I'm writing this for my benefit. Also credits go to A Samhildanach, he's the one I got this idea from. Amazing writer, go check him out (On FanFiction). Anyway, the goal of this story is to have 111 Stories and...
