Apple of Discord: Chapter 3

“Good morning, demigod!” It’s when Tree turns to greet Grey that he removes his glasses and squints at the DDAM.

Tree points to his own face. “You have some pink paint or something…”

“How I look is none of your business,” Grey begins. “Say something nice or say nothing at all.”

“Sorry,” you say. 

Tree removes his blue cohort bandanna, marking him as a son of Neptune, and hands it to Grey.

“You are not funny, Tree.” Grey pouts.

Tree looks taken aback. Hand on his chest he says, “I meant no offense, really.”

Grey clears his throat. “So. What’s the report?”

“The hotel is still closed,” Tree begins. “They keep a small cleaning staff and a few security guards around, but that’s it. Shouldn’t be hard to avoid them. I shimmied the lock on the alleyway side and can easily do it again.”

“Wait, we’re going to the hotel?” you sputter.

“Yes,” Tree replies.

“To find the Watcher?” you respond.

“To grab a burger!” Grey sounds suddenly droll. “Of course to find the Watcher! He may be the only one who knows where Nero and Pontifex are keeping Cat and Master Da’Mon. He may have more information about where the rest of the Apple is too.”

You shoulder your pack, grab your sword, and exclaim happily, “What are we waiting for?”

“Good luck you two.” The BELCH flashes brightly, and you bound past Tree and through the magical doorway.