The Lost Twins chapter 37- The powers of the twinsThe Lost Twins chapter 37- The powers of the twins by Pacific-Time
About two hours later, the three Olympians were once again sitting in a taxi, this time returning to the airport of Kiev. Their return flight had already been booked with the help of Eric, who hacked them ahead of the waiting line and right into business class. They would be flying through Frankfurt and Lisbon before finally setting down on Sao Miguel, some 14 hours later.
"So what about Ao Pallas?" Apollo asked as they were riding through gray and gloomy looking suburban areas, where the ghastly shadow of communism in some way still seemed to be lurking. Even the weather had turned overcast, from the sunshine of earlier in the morning.
"I left her a message at the hotel desk," Athena answered.
"Does she understand to ask for such a thing?" Artemis wanted to know. "And what name did you write upon it?"
"I hope she does," Athena inhaled against the discomfort of not being entirely sure. "She's not stupid and when she finds we're gone, she will naturally ask at the hotel for us. And no,
The Lost Twins chapter 36 - Intermezzo no IIIThe Lost Twins chapter 36 - Intermezzo no III by Pacific-Time
"You told us she was dead!" Medusa was undoubtedly out of her mind with fury as he paced to and from in the narrow space of the lounge part of her hotel room. That little wixen Ao Pallas had betrayed her orders, and now Medusa was about to make sure she got hell to pay. All the same, the young Olympian stood by the window end of the room with her hands crossed on her back and looking like the Icelandic woman's rage had nothing whatsoever to do with her.
"I never stated she was," she answered coolly and without batting an eye lid. "I only confirmed that I did what you told me to. Which was to get that magic shuriken weapon and bring it to you."
"And to kill Athena." Medusa repeated herself.
"I believe Chermount told me to kill her only if she appeared." Ao corrected Medusa once more. "Those were my orders, and I honored them to the letter. I did only what I was told and nothing otherwise."
"You're wrong," Medusa snarled as she crossed her arms triumphantly over her chest, clenching her
The Lost Twins chapter 35 - Did it make the news?The Lost Twins chapter 35 - Did it make the news? by Pacific-Time
When Athena woke up, it was still dark outside. She looked at the electric clock on the dresser. It was about five in the night, and she sighed, her sleep pattern seemed to be all over the place now after the last few days' almost senseless jetting around the world. Moving the sheets off of her, she slowly stepped down onto the softly carpeted floor. The sky was just barely lighter, instead of jet-black, it had turned a dark violet-blue and what had waken her up was a reversing truck in the street outside, its warning signal going beep-beep-beep-beep in the most irritating way. Finding that she couldn't make herself go back to sleep, she threw on a pair of strings and a bath robe before opening the door to her room and quietly stepping out in the sitting room of the suite.
Then she stopped short when she saw that Apollo had fallen asleep on the couch, with a laptop on the table in front of it, a screensaver showing a slowly rotating wheel and the ice blue logo 'SIS' with sparkles shini
The Lost Twins chapter 34 - The Eye MysteryThe Lost Twins chapter 34 - The Eye Mystery by Pacific-Time
Athena allowed herself to breathe heavily in both exhaustion and relief, clutching and unclutching her hands as she was almost collapsing on the gray concrete pavement, her ears filled with a ringing sound. She peered to her side to see Apollo, who was already beginning to get up and going, brushing dust from his knees and his hands.
"Come on, sis, we have to go. Before the police gets here, as we don't have time for their questioning," he said, looking around at a few panicking people who'd been in the vicinity of the explosion.
Gratefully, she accepted his outstretched right hand, letting him pull her up and they blended into the scene of mayhem and confusion, of freaked out people running aimlessly. In some way she was glad for the entertainment the building on fire provided, as it worked as a cover for them, otherwise two wet and dirty persons, one of them being barefoot, would sure have attracted some attention.
Casting a glance over her shoulder, Athena could see the results of t
The Lost Twins 33 - Eugene ChermountThe Lost Twins 33 - Eugene Chermount by Pacific-Time
Five minutes later or so Athena and Apollo were cautiously stepping into a vast, elongated room with a vaulted ceiling displaying a painted heaven with putty angels in. It appeared to be a conference area, almost empty save for a long, white table surrounded by arty steel chairs down the center of it. This was the fourth and second last floor, and this large room was the only place where the people Athena and Apollo were looking for could be. Athena also had a strange but certain feeling that they weren't alone in the area. Still the place was dead silent, the only thing heard was the muted sound of the air condition.
"Athena!" Both sister and brother twirled around, hearing the shrill voice. It was followed by light but determined footsteps, with an indicating click of heels. The voluptuous, Icelandic woman was looking at the duo with contempt shining from her jade green eyes, the beads of her dreads gleaning faintly in the light of the few bulbs still working in the ceiling lamps.
The Lost Twins 32 - Bringing Down the HouseThe Lost Twins 32 - Bringing Down the House by Pacific-Time
Apollo and Athena were briskly making their way over to the front elevators, calling any of them down and it arrived smoothly, opening its sliding doors to admit them in. Athena hastily pushed the button for the second floor, and this time she didn't bother with any of the mirrors, or her hair, no matter that it was a total mess by now. Instead she reached down to the slit in the side of her dress. Pulling it up an inch or two, she revealed a thin, black elastic band around her thigh, where she carried a small dagger. For emergency purposes, of course. Sliding it out, she let the bit of her dress fall back into place.
Apollo smirked at Athena, wielding his Star of Hyperborea shuriken.
"Nice," he said in amusement. "No guns?"
"Not yet," with a smug expression Athena shook her head and Apollo glimpsed at her black Gucci bag. He was more than certain it contained some kind of firearm, tiny perhaps but with good firepower. Athena was not the kind of woman who left anything to chance.
The Lost Twins 31 - Here comes troubleThe Lost Twins 31 - Here comes trouble by Pacific-Time
Athena locked the crate between her knees and grasped the metal bar, focusing all her enhanced power on mere strength. Making a face with effort she then pulled at the iron. And pulled and pulled. Then finally something snapped and the iron bar came loose, causing Athena to rocket back and the crate flying away from her knee-grasp, hitting Apollo's ankle.
"Oufh," he grunted before squatting down by the open box. Then his voice changed. "I'll be damned, there you are my dear! Long time no see indeed!"
"You're talking to it like it's an old friend you're re-encountering after quite some time!" Athena smiled as she sat up again, seeing how her brother reached inside of the crate, to retrieve the strange shuriken-like weapon which she clearly remembered from their adventure in Norway. 'The Star Of Hyperborea' which she had later found in the Hummer that she had used to get back to Stavanger after the event in the hangar. Back then she had been certain that Apollo had died when the hanger b
The Lost Twins 30 - Going UpstairsThe Lost Twins 30 - Going Upstairs by Pacific-Time
Getting to the elevators the longer way around without being seen didn't prove a particularly hard task. Athena and Apollo just made sure to stay as far as possible apart from the far side of the great foyer hall, where they suspected Medusa might be, and finally they turned left into the narrow corridor Eric had been talking about. Soon, the two of them were quickly stepping into an elevator, and Athena jabbed her finger at the third floor button.
The upwards ride went reasonably quick and Athena spent these brief moments of time to confirm that her hairdo was all set, Apollo grinning at her vain. And with a chime, the elevator stopped at their destination, letting out them into another long hall, far from the relative opulence of the foyer below. Instead the picture was dominated by old IKEA furniture in small groups, fake flowers in china vases, faded burgundy wall papers and with a worn, dark violet-red broadloom covering the floor.
With no further interruptions, Apollo and Athena