Sy

"Nick, you wanna explain why I was just attacked by one of your STRIKE squads when I got home today? Because if you don't have a really really really good excuse, I might convince my friends with magic warships to do something very rash; like dropping greek fire on your house." Sy snapped into the Iris Message. The one eyed director raised his eyebrow at her threat. She glared into the rainbow, resisting the urge to shift uncomfortably in the scratchy infirmary bed. If she was honest, her injuries were bothering her more than the bed.

"Syrinx." The director of SHIELD replied calmly, his expression neutral. Sy on the other was was livid, and not in the mood for the usual obfuscation talking to Nick Fury brought.

"No. Don't Syrinx me. I want to know why SHIELD, or agents who look like SHIELD, has committed what equates to an act of war. You do understand that this is the second time I've been attacked this month? And I'm not the only demigod whose been attacked. There have been close to a dozen attacks in the past three month."She was angry and frustrated and in pain. The cabin leaders were badgering her for answers; answers she didn't have. Chiron was worried and Mr. D had delivered her a message from Olympus. A warning.

She needed to get the mortals under control. An or else had been heavily implied.

"Do you understand how serious this situation is Nick? The people, the deities I have to answer too? I'm not the only one who landed in the infirmary because of these attacks. I'm stuck on bedrest with Will Solace." The strict son of Apollo had banned her from playing music for a week. Sy felt like he'd asked her to remove one of her major organs with a spoon. She wanted answers now.

"Syrinx!" Fury snapped. She glared at him, except the expression on his face was different. It was almost soft.

"Are you alright?" He asked gently. Sy nodded shortly, before wincing as the motion pulled on her shoulder.

"I'm ok." She repeated out loud. And she really was. Sure, she'd been shot and tasered, and she probably had pretty bad road rash, and the pectoral muscles in her right wing were slightly torn and badly strained, and she had a twisted ankle; but, she would be fine in a few days. If the Apollo kids could re-attach entire limbs, what happened to her was nothing for their healing abilities. Fury gave her the stink eye but continued.

"I don't know why you, or your friends, were attacked. SHIELD doesn't have anymore files on Olympus. I personally supervised the destruction of the data." Sy frowned at him, not reassured by his explanation. She been burned to many times by the spy's ability to manipulate the truth.

But at the same time she was relieved that she couldn't taste any lies in his words. Over the past two years, she and Director Fury had come to an understanding, and had even reached a level of personal relationship that lead to birthday cards and surprise appearances at her high school graduation and her many concerts. She had been crushed to think that he might have betrayed her trust. But that didn't mean someone who worked for him hadn't.

"Well whatever you did wasn't enough, considering that I had to have three bullets removed from my body. I'm stuck on bed rest for at least another couple days, maybe a couple days of rehab after that, but I'll be back to normal in a month or so." Fury's fist clenched.

"I will get to the bottom of this. In the meantime, I want you to be extraordinarily careful. Don't go home. Go to that camp of yours. Nobody knows where that is." Sy shook her head immediately.

"I can't stay here. I can't, I won't, put them at risk. It may be nearly impossible to find, but we're facing some other problems with dead or maybe resurrected Roman emperors right now; we can't afford any extra trouble. Especially mortal trouble." Sy paused, letting out a heavy sigh. She looked Fury in the eye, trying to communicate the severity of the situation.

"The gods think you've been compromised. You do understand what this means?" Fury frowned, looking worried.

"When do you arrive?" Sy shrugged.

"We'll see when I'm allowed out of bed." Fury raised an eyebrow. She smiled bitterly. He was too good at his job and she was too tired to hide the truth from him.

"I'll be in DC by the end of the week." Fury nodded.

"I'll send a bird, usual pick up point. 0800 hours. Pack light." Sy gestured to her bandaged shoulder.

"Don't worry. Nothing heavy is coming with me."