The Diner

We were sitting at a booth in a gleaming chrome diner.

Finally, the waitress came over. She raised her eyebrow skeptically.

“Well?”

I said, “We, um, want to order dinner.”

“You kids have money to pay for it?”

I was trying to think up a sob story for the waitress when a rumble shook the whole building; a motorcycle the size of a baby elephant had pulled up to the curb.

The guy on the bike would’ve made pro wrestlers run for Mama. He was dressed in a red muscle shirt and black jeans and a black leather duster, with a hunting knife strapped to his thigh. He wore red wraparound shades, and he had the cruelest, most brutal face I’d ever seen—handsome, I guess, but wicked—with an oily black crew cut and cheeks that were scarred from many, many fights.

The biker said, “It’s on me.”

He gave me a wicked grin. “So you’re old Seaweed’s kid, huh?” I should’ve been surprised, or scared, but instead I felt like I was looking at my stepdad, Gabe. I wanted to rip this guy’s head off. “What’s it to you?” Annabeth’s eyes flashed me a warning. “Percy, this is—”

The biker raised his hand.

“S’okay,” he said. “I don’t mind a little attitude. Long as you remember who’s the boss. You know who I am, little cousin?” Then it struck me why this guy looked familiar. He had the same vicious sneer as some of the kids at Camp Half-Blood, the ones from cabin five.

“You’re Clarisse’s dad,” I said. “Ares, god of war.”

Ares grinned and took off his shades. Where his eyes should’ve been, there was only fire, empty sockets glowing with miniature nuclear explosions.

"What I’m here for—I heard you were in town. I got a little proposition for you.”

“What favor could I do for a god?”

“Something a god doesn’t have time to do himself. It’s nothing much. I left my shield at an abandoned water park here in town. I was going on a little…date with my girlfriend. We were interrupted. I left my shield behind. I want you to fetch it for me.”

“Why don’t you go back and get it yourself ?” The fire in his eye sockets glowed a little hotter.

“Why don’t I turn you into prairie dog and run you over with my Harley?

Because I don’t feel like it. A god is giving you an opportunity to prove yourself, Percy Jackson. Will you prove yourself a coward?” He leaned forward. “Or maybe you only fight when there’s a river to dive into, so your daddy can protect you.”

“Hey, I’m a generous guy. Just do my little job, and I’ll help you on your way. I’ll arrange a ride west for you and your friends.”

“We’re doing fine on our own.”

“Yeah, right. No money. No wheels. No clue what you’re up against.

Help me out, and maybe I’ll tell you something you need to know. Something about your mom.”

“My mom?”

He grinned. “That got your attention. The water park is a mile west on Delancy. You can’t miss it. Look for the Tunnel of Love ride.”