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THE GOD OF WAR 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.

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

"You're a jerk."Viviene spat at him,shoving the stupid shield into his arms.

Ares grabbed the shield and spun it in the air like pizza dough. It changed form, melting into abulletproof 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."

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

 "You're kidding."Viviane scoffed.It was very clear she's had enough of Ares.

Ares snapped his fingers. The back door of the truck unlatched. "Free ride west, Aresa. 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 Percy.Inside were fresh clothes for all of us, twenty bucks in cash, a pouch full of golden drachmas, and a bag of Double Stuf Oreos.

"I don't want your lousy-"

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

"At least,give Percy information about his mother."Viviane told Ares."You promised."

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

"What do you mean?"Percy asked.

"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."

"You're pretty smug, Lord Ares, for a guy who runs from Cupid statues."

"We'll meet again, Percy Jackson. Next time you're in a fight, watch your back."Ares said,before turning to his daughter who was still angry,refusing to look at him."The bind is offically off. Be careful."

He revved his Harley, then roared off down Delancy Street.

 "That was not smart, Percy."Annabeth said."And Viviane,what were you thinking,calling him him a jerk?"

"I don't care."Percy shrugged.

"You don't want a god as your enemy. Especially not that god."

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