A/N: SCHOOL IS REALLY BEATING ME UP GODS HELP ME. I SWEAR, I HATE MONDAYS. TIME TO SAY GOOD BY TO MY NONEXISTENT SLEEP SCHEDULE 🥲😢😭
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Y/N POV: It was All Annabeth's idea.
She loaded us into the back of a Vegas taxi as if we actually had money, and told the driver, "Los Angeles, please." In a fake sweet voice. I was still in shock that I had found the di'angelo's and I wasn't in book 3 yet!
Anyway, the cabbie chewed his cigar and sized us up. "That's three hundred miles. For that, you gotta pay up front."
"You accept casino debit cards?" Annabeth asked.
He shrugged. "Some of 'em. Same as credit cards. I gotta swipe 'em through first."
Annabeth handed him her green LotusCash card. What do you know now? He looked at it skeptically—he didn't look convinced.
"Swipe it," Annabeth invited in mock politeness.
He did.
His meter machine started rattling. The lights flashed. Finally an infinity symbol came up next to the dollar sign.
The cigar fell out of the driver's mouth. He looked back at us, his eyes wide. "Where to in Los
Angeles... uh, Your Highness?," I snickered at the mental image of Annabeth with a giant gold crown on her head, makeup caking her face, wearing a poofy pink dress and high glass heels.
"The Santa Monica Pier." Annabeth sat up a little straighter. I could tell she liked the "Your Highness thing" I didn't want to shatter her ego and get myself stabbed with that dagger of hers.
"Get us there fast, and you can keep the change." She told him. That, turned out to be a very bad idea.
...
The whole way through the trip, the cab's speedometer never dipped below 95 as I clung onto Percy's sleeve and held Annabeth's shoulder in my other hand. But, unfortunately, we had other things to worry about than my car-sickness.
On the road, we had plenty of time to talk. I didn't peep a word about the di Angelo's, though I wanted to flex on them about my new Mythomagic skills.
Along the way, Percy told us about his suspicious dream and I knew that I had to let them be. Sorry Percy, but it was your fault for being blinded by good food and video games. Figuring out that it was actually Kronos who planned the whole thing you had to find out on your own, for plot purposes. Look Perce, I'm sorry but I don't make the rules.
"The Silent One?" Annabeth suggested. We were all (minus me, I was too busy not to throw up) making guesses on the mystery voice.
"The Rich One? Both of those are nicknames for Hades." Grover asked.
"Maybe ..." Percy said, though it was clear neither sounded quite right.
"That throne room sounds like Hades's," Grover said. "That's the way it's usually described."
Percy shook his head. "Something's wrong. The throne room wasn't the main part of the dream. And that voice from the pit ... I don't know. It just didn't feel like a god's voice."
Annabeth's eyes widened and we made eye contact. She knew what I was thinking. Kronos.
"What?" Percy questioned.
"Oh ... nothing. I was just—No, it has to be Hades. Maybe he sent this thief, this invisible person, to get the master bolt, and something went wrong—" She murmured to herself.
"Like what?"
"I—I don't know," she said. "But if he stole Zeus's symbol of power from Olympus, and the gods were hunting him, I mean, a lot of things could go wrong. So this thief had to hide the bolt, or he lost it somehow."
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