The Avengers of the Earth Book 2: Chapter 10

This is the most important chapter(s) in The Avengers and hypothetically the climax of Book 2.

Important Stuff
New Characters:

Proffessor Julius C. Weinberg III, Proffessor in Berlin.

Julius C. Weinberg II, his father.

General Julius C. Weinberg I, Allied Soldier from World War II. Son of Kratos.

Matthew Heron, son of Bellona

The Story
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Heritage Sucks

Julius Weinberg

The students handed in their tests as they walked out. As the last student left, the Proffessor relaxed and started humming the national anthem to himself.

Two police officers burst into the room. "Sir, you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent." they said in German. Confused, the Proffessor said "Nie sprechen Deutsche."

They understood and motioned for him to follow them outside. Once at the main doors, he sighted his father.

"Father! What are these men doing?" he asked.

"Silence. These men are soldiers of Olympus. We have to carry out order left for us from my father. He too, as you know, was a demigod." the older Weinberg said.

"I know that we are of German descent, you grandfather having immigrated to America, but why don't they speak in English?" said the Younger.

"Spies." said the Elder.

"Ok, where are we going?" asked the Younger.

"Chicago, Illinois. We're going to meet an old family friend." said he.

"Heritage sucks." said the Younger.

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Daddy Knew A German

Zachery Stanton

The plane landed in the backyard. Two guys stepped out and shook hands with dad.

My stepdad, really.

"Hi, Mr. Stanton. Good to see you again." said the younger one. He looked Dad's age.

"What's the matter?" asked Dad, cutting straight to business, as he always did.

"It's your son we really need to talk to." said the guy.

"Me?" I inquired.

"Yes. You know Julis Weinberg? Number 17, if I recall correctly?" he said.

"Yeah. He got promoted to 14 ten days ago. You know him?"

"My son." he said.

Here's a thirty-five year old man, telling me, a 17 year old guy, that his son, a 15 year old German-American, is my comrade in arms.

"What does that have to do with me?" I asked.

"Toronto. Hop in the plane."

I did so with no questions, because demigods trust demigods.

"Bye dad." I said, as the doors closed.