Two men down – missing? – and two of their leaders, at that. No wonder the man was on edge. No wonder he was willing to ask an Olympian for help.
Athena's fingers curled around the stem of the cocktail glass, but she made no move to drink yet, her thoughts focussed entirely on the Merry Men's dilemma. "I may be able to help," she said cautiously. She wasn't about to promise anything she couldn't deliver. "It depends on what's happened to them. You say you don't know where they are; what do you know?"