"Do it," Apollo said, his voice still in command though his mind was surprised, satisfied, bloodthirstily delighted at the news of Hybris' murder. Oh good. Also yeah, sure, it meant Erato's getaway was a whole lot safer but oh Apollo hoped the minotaur had gouged her open and left her slowly to die. No, no, he hoped he'd eaten her. Fucking serve her right.
His drive out of Manhattan and onto the Long Island Expressway was a vicious one, speed limits shattered in his wake and a number of automatically generated tickets probably waiting for him when he got back. That was a problem he could just throw money at though, the simplest and most efficient problem of all. He was also going to throw money at the problem of getting his car back too, as he was, mostly likely, abandoning it to climb in with Erato. He'd be in no state to drive, once he found her, he was pretty fucking sure of that.
Still, his foot didn't let up, not once. He wasn't wasting a moment.