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For any of those whom are confused (plenty of you Im sure) that last chapter and this is going to be a short teeny crossover with Spy School. Nothing much. However, I totally recommend spy school for reading!!! it's an awesome series, and the author is almost as good as our uncle Rick!

Ok enough of that

Enjoy the chapter <3

Percy's face immediately blanched at the sound of Erica's voice.

"No. No, this didn't happen." He muttered. "No, no, no, no, no." Ben looked at him concernedly.

"Did you know him?" He asked. Percy nodded sullenly. Despite Mr. Chase being the father of the one and only Amnabitch, he was quite fond of him and his wife. At least he wasn't like his daughter.

"He was my fiancée's father." He mumbled. "Gods dam it. I hate my life." Erica showed no emotion towards it, but Ben was a little more sympathetic.

"What happened to your fiancée?" He slowly let Percy get up from the ground.

"Dead." He said timelessly. Ben was shocked. His fiancée was dead too? Dang.

"You think he killed Fredrick Chase?" Ben whispered to Erica. She scanned Percy up and down.

"I don't know." She replied quietly. "His body language is hard to decipher, for once." Percy's stance was guarded and tense, but he still seemed truly heartbroken.

"Let me ask you one thing." Erica said cautiously. "Are you a murderer?" Percy bit his lip nervously.

"I'm sorry I have to do this." He lashed out, quick as a dart and put a headlock on Ben. "No one can know I'm here."

"Stop!" She commanded, fear hinting in her voice. Ben scowled at Percy, all sympathy for the young man gone.

"You're killing me like every other murderer, aren't you?" He growled. "Of course you were bluffing." Percy stared at him in surprise.

"Kill you? Why would I kill you?" He asked. "I'm just going to do this." He snapped his fingers. "You haven't seen anything. I was never here. You never saw me." Ben's eyes rolled up into his head and he dropped onto the floor, unconscious.

"That's better—ACK!" He fell on the dirt with Erica on top of him, a knife at his throat. "You haven't seen anything either!" He snapped his fingers hastily before she could say another word. He sighed in relief as her eyes glazed and she collapsed onto the ground, knocked out cold.

"Thanks, Hecate." Percy murmured, looking back at the two sleeping agents. "Sorry, guys. Peace out." He disappeared into the air, leaving in the dead of night.

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Percy reappeared in another forest. After all, it wouldn't be wise to hang out near human civilization when the CIA were out hunting for him.

"I think I'll hide out in the Labyrinth for now." He muttered. "Stupid CIA, coming after me. I have enough on my plate." He pressed a blue glowing triangle on a tree trunk, and a crevice opened before him. 

Making sure no one was watching him, he ducked into the hole and let his eyes adjust to the darkness.

Something moved in the darkness. 

"Hey!" He toppled over onto the hard floor, landing on his back hard. Someone—no, something, pounced on him. He felt something sharp at his throat, digging into his skin.

"I've got you, Kronos." The thing growled. Percy's eyes adjusted to the black and he nearly choked on what he saw.

A bear.

"Frank? What is it?" A voice called out, startlingly familiar. Percy felt the dread pile up in his chest.

"It's Kronos." Frank spat. "He came here to the Labyrinth.

"I'm—ouch—not Kronos!" Percy wheezed. "Did you—were you guys here all along? Ow! Quit it, Franks!"

"Percy?" Hazel stepped into his peripheral vision. "Oh my gods." Percy managed a lopsided grin.

"Hey, Ms. Metal Detector. Don't you know Neeks was looking for you—OW!" 

Frank dragged his claws down his arm, drawing blood. 

"You liar." He snarled. "You're here to kill us, aren't you?" Percy attempted to shake his head no, but he was well pinned down.

"I didn't come here to kill you!" He protested. "I'm in hiding! They think I killed someone else!"

"Who's 'they?'" Hazel crossed her arms. Percy chuckled nervously.

"The mortals, the gods, and the demigods." He admitted. "Honestly, I didn't kill anyone. Franks, get off me. Your bear form is heavy." Frank didn't budge. He sighed.

"I guess I have to do this the hard way." His form vaporized from beneath Frank, reappearing next to Hazel.

"Get away from me you—" She leaped back, her sword unsheathed. 

"Woah, woah, woah." Percy held up his hands, wincing at the deep cute Frank had so generously gave him. "I'm not going to hurt you." 

"But you're still working for Kronos—" Frank started.

"I killed Kronos." Percy interrupted. "You can check my eyes. They're not golden." He uncovered his hood, revealing his usual mismatched irises. Hazel breathed a sigh of relief, but still had her guard up. Frank was unconvinced.

"How did you kill Kronos?" He asked tentatively.

"Oh, I just yeeted him into the Sea of Chaos, that's all." Percy said nonchalantly, clutching his wounded arm. "Something wrong with that?" 

"You went to Tartarus and had a showdown with Kronos??" Hazel looked bewildered. "Holy schist." He nodded.

"Believe me now, Franks?" He nodded at the son of Mars. Frank nodded, speechless. "Camp Half-He—I mean, Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter are searching for you. So is Nico. You need to get out of here. It's dangerous." 

"But you tried to kill us earlier!" Frank argued. "How do you expect us to trust you?" Percy laughed humorlessly.

"Oh, I'm not forcing you to do anything." He said with a sickly sweet smile. "If you want to get out of here, follow me. If you want to rot here for eternity, then be my guest. I don't really care either way." Frank and Hazel exchanged uneasy looks.

"I'll go." Hazel said bravely. 

"I guess I'll go too, then." Frank sighed. Percy turned around on his heels, summoning an orb of water to heal himself. 

"Alright then." He limped forward. "This way." Frazel followed him reluctantly, walking in awkward silence. Slowly but gradually, the tunnels changed shape, turning into sewer pipes, caves, graffitied walls, and mineshafts.

"Are we there yet?" Frank asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence. "We've been walking for hours." Percy nodded.

"We're going to arrive right around...here!" He pointed to a blue triangle. "There it is! We're right underneath Camp Half-Blood's territory, more specifically, the woods." He tapped his foot impatiently as the couple just stood there. "Well? Go one then!" Frank hesitantly put a finger on the triangle, stumbling back as a fissure cracked open, letting them see the sky above them.

"How long have we been gone?" Hazel asked as Frank climbed through the crack. Percy scratched his chin.

"Uh, about three weeks, I presume?" He shrugged. "I don't keep track of time. Also, don't tell them that I helped you. Currently, I'm a fugitive." Hazel nodded.

"I won't tell." She promised, squeezing through the crevice herself. "Thanks, Percy. And also...I'm sorry for judging you." Percy shrugged again.

"Eh. It's fine, people do that all the time. You better get up there before Frank starts looking for you, ok?" He forced himself to grin. "See ya, Ms. Metal Detector."

did anyone expect that? hehe