Poseidon had good reason to believe that if he couldn't shut his son up, sway his mind in another way than threatening him to follow his wishes. That was what a disgruntled Olympian did to earn his followers. He didn't trust Theseus to come to the conclusion on his own, so he'd have to coerce him a bit. That was where Dionysus came in. His fellow Olympian brother could dig in his own heels, and pay Poseidon a favor.
It had been at least three days now, that bastard son of his had to be crawling on his belly ready to throw up the white flag. Poseidon snickered in triumph. He'd give it a little time, and maybe by then the idiot would have killed himself and come back smarter than the coward he'd left behind.
He smelled her anger the moment she came into his office, the fiery blonde who thought she had her own claws in Theseus. He didn't have a chance to whip out a sarcastic greeting when she'd put him on his knees with her bullets. That was a towering figure to bring down, and he loathed her for it. Insolent brat! She came on her own, so she must have been pretty desperate.
Poseidon growled in pain, his knees exploding and twisting him in agony. "You bitch!" he seethed through a clenched jaw, cradling one leg. She might not be scared, but it was that intensity on her face that he hated. The look of someone who cared, something Poseidon himself didn't have anymore. Theseus would rot for it. "He's somewhere he can't escape." Sure, she might get to fallout shelter, but his mind was not something she'd be able to save. Not for some time. He'd made sure of that.