JUSTICE/Chapter 4

RENA
"Oh my freaking gods."

"What?" Ricky asked me as we walked down broadway toward her friend's apartment. I pulled the two other girls behind a news stand and then pointed to the north. The pro-olympians were walking down the street, staring at some sort of crystal thing the stupid demi-protogenos was holding. Then another one of them, the dude, pointed to the cart we were hiding behind and I got back out of view.

"How in Tartarus did they find us so fast?" Max asked.

"Help fom an old friend."

I spun around, hearing the vaguely familiar voice of the son of Tyche. He, Jessica, and Aaren had formed a triangle around us. We'd been ambushed.

WIP