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Percy pov
The yellow dust hadn't even settled when they saw figures moving in the shadows. They were immediately on guard again. Percy raised riptide preparing for another monster, telling Annabeth to flank them. What they find is 3 military guys pointing guns at them. Bringing a sword to a gunfight isn't generally advisable, so their best bet was talking it out peacefully.
Daniel- Why do you have a sword
Percy- who the fuck are yall
Jack- Where did those monsters go
New camper- I don't know, and I'm not sure I want to
Sam- what is the yellow dust made of
Annabeth- we have been studying this for years and were still not sure
Sam- I like you, your all gonna need to come with us
Percy- where
Jack- you are wanted for a truly astonishing variety of crimes across several states, we need to take you in for questioning.
Percy- I'm not going anywhere with a fucking cop
Sam- were not cops, were with the air force. Get in our sketchy black Suburbans (not sus at all)
Percy- even worse
Annabeth- maybe we tone it down a bit, seaweed brain
Percy (looks mildly annoyed)
Sam- get in the car
Percy (begrudgingly)- fine
New camper- what the heck is going on?!??