Weelll sorry guys. Nothing else to say. Just wanted to get this out there for you.

The ringing of an unsheathed blade could be heard.

"So, the cronies have been sent to take care of me, eh? You don't seem to learn, do you? I've set up all the arrangements I need. I'll be halfway across the country next you hear of me."

Luke laughed arrogantly. If Percy could see, he would not be surprised if the blonde had a stupid smirk on his face as well.

The voice of Chrysaor boomed from every corner of the room.

"Arrogant as always, are we boys? The Golden Swords organization extends far beyond anything you could imagine. You could not believe how close we are to destroying your existence. I alone hold the personal information of every man in your initiative."

Luke's voice hardened, "You're bluffing."

"Ah, don't you wish I was?" Chrysaor cackled.

The two uneasy allies prepared for action. Percy drew a knife. Luke readied his fists.

A train whistle could be heard, fast approaching.

"And my ride is here."

The chug of the train got closer.

"Stand at attention, boys. Don't try to stop me. Make a move and I'll run you right through. Don't forget who has the deck in his hand."

A match was lit in the room. A window was opened. The train chugged closer. Percy and Luke raced towards the sound of the window.

Right as the train sped past, a figure leaped from the window.

"We have to get after him," Luke muttered furiously.

"Jump on 1… 2… 3!" And they leapt from the highest story of that flaming build, on collision course with the train below.