Welcome, one and all, to the sequel of Boys vs. Girls. If you haven't read that, then this won't make much sense, will it? So I suggest you all read that, first.

So, let's get on with it. I don't own PJO.

Elisha Years stood silently, staring at the dark sky through her window. She had black hair, dark brown eyes, and skin that was almost like milk.

She just stood there, doing nothing, not even blinking.

"Ms. Elisha," a voice said, muffled by the large oak door. "We found her."

Elisha smiled like a cat after eating a dead mouse. "Enter."

Her butler entered, followed shortly by two guards holding a woman that was tied up. It was clear that this woman was not happy.

"I found her," the butler repeated.

True, he was young for his age, no more than a boy. But he was still loyal, and had been since she had taken him in after his mother abandoned him. What a terrible shame. She almost felt guilty that she would have to kill him.

Almost.

"Thank you." Elisha nodded towards the guards. "I wish to speak with her in private, please."

The guards nodded, and the two of them left without a word, and was shortly followed by the boy.

There was a moment of silence. Elisha sat on a plush, velvet sofa and gave the woman before her a smile.

"It's quite an honor to meet you," she said sincerely. "I almost gave up on trying to find you. It has been a while since you first came."

The woman sneered. "What do you want, Elisha Years?"

"You know my name? And speak English?"

"English is such an easy language to learn. I've had more trouble learning to speak Greek."

Elisha noted that the womanhead ignored her first question. "Ah, nothing less to be expected, of course."

"What do you want?"

Elisha nodded in appreciation. "Right to the point, I see. Always quick."

"Flattery will get you nowhere."

"Ah, yes. Very well, then. I don't desire anything such as gold, love, or power. I only have a favor to ask of you."

"A favor?"

"Yes. There's this school, known as Merriweather Academy for Young Ladies. Well, it was, anyway. A student will be attending there. I want you to keep an eye on her, and, when the time comes, bring her to me."

The woman lifted an eyebrow. "You intend to use me as a pawn?"

"Pawn is such a bad way to put it."

"But still a way."

Elisha said nothing. She was slightly annoyed, but she knew that she couldn't press the matter. Oh, she probably could, but that would lead to very unfriendly matters.

"I am not someone to toy with, Elisha Years. I thought someone like you would know that."

Elisha frowned. "So you're refusing?"

The woman rolled her eyes. "I can tell your not used to getting told 'no', are you?" When Elisha didn't respond, the woman narrowed her eyes. "You're a fool if you think I would help you, especially since you tied me up and brought me here against my will!"

"Dwell on the negative if you choose. But I do want to make a deal. If you complete this task for me, I promise that I will make sure no one will bother you ever again."

The woman scoffed. A few seconds later. She grunted, and the ropes binding her snapped.

"I am no ones pawn, Elisha Years." The woman stood and left the room, leaving Elisha alone in the moonlit room.

"Should we stop her, Ms. Years?" a voice asked from the intercom.

"No, let her go." Elisha chuckled darkly. "No matter how powerful you may be, I will most definetly get your help. In the end, everything goes my way."

For a long time, Elisha sat there, doing nothing. Then, she pressed the intercom. "Men, it's time to get rid of Jason Grace."