The Path Of Glory (Annabeth Chase x Male Reader)

51. You Call That A Blessing Of The Wild?

They were crossing the Potomac River when they spotted the helicopter. It was a sleek, black military model just like the one they'd seen at Westover Hall. And it was coming straight toward them.

"They know the van," Percy said. "We have to ditch it."

Zoë swerved into the fast lane. The helicopter was gaining.

"Maybe the military will shoot it down," Grover said hopefully.

"The military thinks it's one of theirs," Y/N said. "Slow down, Zoë. I can try and send it crashing—"

"No," Thalia said firmly. "They'd shoot at us or send for reinforcement before you could do anything."

Y/N grunted. Gods, how he hated it when what she said made sense.

"How can the General use mortals, anyway?" Percy asked.

"Mercenaries," Zoë said bitterly. "It is distasteful, but many mortals will fight for any cause as long as they are paid."

"But don't the mortals see who they're working for?" Percy said. "Don't they notice all the monsters around them?"

Zoë shook her head. "I do not know how much they see through the Mist. I doubt it would matter to them if they knew the truth. Sometimes mortals can be more horrible than monsters."

The helicopter kept coming, making a lot better time than they were through D.C. traffic.

Thalia closed her eyes and prayed hard. "Hey, Dad. A lightning bolt would be nice about now. Please?"

But the sky stayed gray and snowy. No sight of a helpful thunderstorm.

Before Y/N could come up with some flash of wit, which would have hurt for sure, Bianca said, "There! That parking lot!"

"We'll be trapped," Zoë said.

"Trust me," Bianca said.

Zoë shot across the two lanes of traffic and into a mall parking lot on the south bank of the river. They left the van and followed Bianca down some steps.

"Subway entrance," Bianca said. "Let's go south. Alexandria."

"Anything," Y/N agreed.

They bought tickets and got through the turnstiles, looking behind them for any signs of pursuit. A few minutes later they were safely aboard a southbound train, riding away from D.C. As their train came above ground, they could see the helicopter circling the parking lot, but it didn't come after them.

Grover let out a sigh. "Nice job, Bianca, thinking of the subway."

Bianca looked pleased. "Yeah, well. I saw that station when Nico and I came through last summer. I remember being really surprised to see it, because it wasn't here when we used to live in D.C."

Ethan frowned. "But that station looked really old."

"I guess," Bianca said. "But trust me, when we lived here as little kids, there was no subway."

Thalia sat forward. "Wait a minute. No subway at all?"

Bianca nodded.

Okay, Y/N knew nothing about D.C., but he didn't see how their whole subway system could be less than twelve years old. Glancing at everyone, he figured they were thinking the same thing, because they looked pretty confused.

"Bianca," Zoë said. "How long ago. . . ." Her voice faltered. The sound of the helicopter was getting louder again.

"We need to change trains," Y/N said. "Next station."