Apple of Discord: Chapter 6
You step through and into the BELCH with Mt Olympus in mind. As you do the unsettling laughter from the stranger gets louder before eventually blending into the crackling energy of the purple gateway.
What a life, you think. For better or worse, you wouldn’t trade a moment of it.
At least that’s what you thought, until you step out of the BELCH into a noisy airplane hanger.
Hey demigod! So about the re-route.
There’s been a change of plans. It turns out that the gods rejected the idea of the Apple being kept on Olympus.
I mean, Annabeth just finished fixing the place up! They didn’t want the Apple causing another demolition derby, given how things went the last time the Apple was up there.
So they had me re-route you to Hanger 3, at JFK international airport, to meet a Hermes Air courier.
“Okay,” you say dubiously. “What are they planning to do with the Apple of Discord? It can’t stay in the mortal realm.”
“I’m afraid that’s not up to us,” Grey whirrs in response.
“After what we’ve all just been through?” you barely manage to choke back your shock.
“Um, maybe I can help with that?” Comes a voice from behind you.
You turn quickly, drawing your sword.
“I’m Tommy Sparks. I used to be a lane marshall here at the airport a few years back. I work for Hermes Air now. Tristan Ketcham said to expect you?”
“Forgive me,” you begin, “But can i see some credentials? It’s not like I’m handing over a fruit basket. This is serious, this thing,” you say, pointing to Pontifex’s leather bag with your sword.
“Sure. It’s not like I’m totally wearing the official uniform or anything,” Tommy quips as he pulls out a lanyard from beneath his work shirt.
You examine it closely, cutting your eyes between the badge and Tommy’s face.
“Okay. Looks official enough. Before I give it to you though, please tell me it’s not being kept here in the mortal realm,” you sigh.
“It’s not, actually. The location is somewhere in between Mt. Olympus and here. That’s all I can tell you. It’ll be safe enough,” Tommy assures you. “If you’ll just sign here?”
Your legs are jelly and your stomach is growling as you sign the digital pad.
“Alright. I got it from here, demigod,” Tommy smiles and doffs his winged hat.
As soon as he takes possession of the bag, he shimmers out of existence.
You look around the hanger. This place is kind of creepy, you think to yourself.
“Okay, Grey. I think I’m ready to go home.”
<Initiating BELCH>
