Quests were exhausting.

You had gotten separated from the rest of the group while searching for a rogue demigod, and you'd think the prophesied "Heroes of Olympus" would notice your disappearance. Maybe they did; maybe they were looking for you. Maybe they weren't. Maybe they just didn't care.

But you'd prove that you didn't need them. You'd stop Gaea, and you'd do it alone.

All of these thoughts ran through your head while you tried to shove your #1 suspect's body into the back of your car. He was a demigod leader of Gaea's cult, so it made sense that he would be assisting Gaea... right? If this was true, he was your key to stopping Gaea.

The plan was moving along perfectly. There was a pillowcase over his head so he never saw where he was going. He was still alive, of course. You were 100% certain that there was a 20% chance he was unharmed, at least... but hey, no one's perfect! Any clues are better than none.

When your suspect stirs, you'd already transferred him to a secluded area.

Ungracefully, he thrashes his head around for minutes until the pillowcase slides off his head; it was no small effort and slightly embarrassing to watch. When his face was finally revealed...

Oh.... shit.

This is not the suspect you thought it was. He was certainly a demigod, and his features were strikingly similar to the person you intended to kidnap, but this... this wasn't your target.

The boy looks distraught, squinting his eyes to try and see who you were. His face was vaguely familiar... it's possible you were just confusing him with your intended suspect again, but you swore you had seen him on the news somewhere! Demigods were known for being "delinquents", so there was a decent chance that he had a bounty on his head just as big as the one on yours.

"Who the lip-smacking fart-stacking FUCK are you??"

Wow. This spitfire of a boy certainly had a... "colorful control" of the English language.