Who: Bia, Kratos, Nike, Pallas, Zelus (Open to Cronus, Rhea and Poseidon) When: Thursday, 1/7 Where: Cronus' Pad What: Operation - Rescue Poseidon!....with a twist.
They had received their orders, and Zeus's warning to not fail again rang loudly in the oldest Titan's mind. It was very nearly like old times, but the inconveniences of the modern world were a down right pain in the ass. There was building security to slide by, too many mortals and the need to keep things on the down low to try and not create some unexplainable mayhem to cast wondering eyes in their direction.
Which made it suck a thousand times worse in that they were supposed to do what they needed to do without just tearing the building down around them, and leave nothing but ruin in their wake.
It certainly put a damper on the mood of the four Titans piled into a nearby parked '67 Impala. Shutting off the engine and the tinny sounds of AC/DC pumping through the speakers, Zel glared at the building just a few feet away.
"He's in here. Don't sense the other two. Let's do this shit before they get back."