The Forbidden Daughter | PJO Book One

eleven

THE CASINO

The war god was waiting for them in the diner parking lot.

"Well, well." he said. "You didn't get yourself killed."

"You knew it was a trap," Percy said accusingly.

Ares gave him a wicked grin. "Bet that crippled blacksmith was surprised when he netted a couple of stupid kids. You looked good on TV."

"I know right! It was much better in person." Said Ariana, with a faint smile on her lips as she though about Percy and Annabeth on the ride.

Percy shoved his shield at him. "You're a jerk."

Annabeth and Grover caught their breath. Ariana just looked at him like he'd lost him mind.

Ares grabbed the shield and spun it in the air like pizza dough. It changed form, melting into a bulletproof vest.

He slung it across his back. "See that truck over there?" He pointed to an eighteen-wheeler parked across the street from the diner. "That's your ride. Take you straight to L.A., with one stop in Vegas."

The eighteen-wheeler had a sign on the back, which she could read only because it was reverse-printed white on black, a good combination for dyslexia: 

KINDNESS INTERNATIONAL:
HUMANE ZOO TRANSPORT.
WARNING: LIVE WILD ANIMALS.

Percy said. "You're kidding."

Ares snapped his fingers. The back door of the truck unlatched. "Free ride west, punk. Stop complaining. And here's a little something for doing the job."

He slung a blue nylon backpack off his handlebars and tossed it to Ariana.

Inside were fresh clothes for all of them, twenty bucks in cash, a pouch full of golden drachmas and a bag of Double Stuf Oreos.

Percy said. "Don't want your lousy-"

"Percy shut the fuck up, he literally gave us the best thing in the world - oreos." Ariana said giving him death glares.

'Thank you, Lord Ares." Grover interrupted, giving me his best friend his best red-alert warning look. 'Thanks a lot."

Percy gritted his teeth.

Ariana looked back at the diner, which had only a couple of customers now. The waitress who'd served them dinner was watching nervously out the window, like she was afraid Ares might hurt them.

She dragged the cook out from the kitchen to see. She said something to him. He nodded, held up a little disposable camera and snapped a picture of them.

"Wonderful." Ariana mumbled. "More pictures of us. That's exactly what we need."

"You owe me one more thing." Percy told Ares, trying to keep his voice level. "You promised me information about my mother."

"You sure you can handle the news?" He kick-started his motorcycle. "She's not dead."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean she was taken away from the Minotaur before she could die. She was turned into a shower of gold, right? That's metamorphosis. Not death. She's being kept."

"Kept. Why?"

"You need to study war, punk. Hostages. You take somebody to control somebody else."

"Nobody's controlling me."

He laughed. "Oh yeah? See you around, kid."

Percy balled up his fists. "You're pretty smug, Lord Ares, for a guy who runs from Cupid statues."