The soft hum of the car’s engine vibrated through the gear stick as he shifted it up into fourth and brought the BMW around the corner and into the residential zone. The man in the car beside him glanced at him.
“You sure this is the right place?”
“It has to be,” the driver drawled.
“It doesn’t look like what it should look like.”
“Nothing looks like what it should look like, Achilles, that’s why it’s reality.”
“Oh so we’re reverting to old talk are we? Fine! I’m going to go out ‘n knock on the door.”
“You do that, if you get shot, at least I’ll know it was for a good cause.”
Before Achilles could open the door however, the front door opened. The tall woman in red who stepped out was unmistakable.
“I told you this was the right place.”
“Stop dawdling, this child is starting to get on my nerves!”
“You heard the lady,” Achilles muttered and lifted his duffle-bag from the backseat.
Moments later the two of them were sitting on the sofa, facing a fascinated little girl and her comatose Cat-Goddess. The girl stared at them with eyes wide as moons.
“Amy, stop staring, these are Hector and Achilles,” Medea commanded, coming into the room in a cloud of smoke, “now you two boys… tell me how you plan to protect this girl while I attempt the impossible and move Elysium and Reveille to bring Morpheus out of the clutches – ”
Achilles waved a hand dismissively.
“We are the best, my witchy lady,” he told her dismissively.
“Of all the warlords Zeus had to allow down here, it had to be you two,” Medea muttered in disgust, “and you’re lovers too. Irony amuses me.”
Hector laughed and Achilles winked at her.
“Saw it coming?”
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