Sirens wail loudly and grow closer. I kick up my feet, not worried about getting caught. After all, I've evaded the police for years. Why be captured now?

I type rapidly, fingers slamming on the keyboard, hacking through the police system. Out of pure curiosity. The police that is near me is--headed for me.

I freeze. So they have found me after all...I grin ruefully, grabbing a knife Annabeth gave me before she disappeared from my life. I spin it expertly in my hands as the sirens stop and the pounding of footsteps get closer to my door.

The door shakes in its frame, nails popping out and hitting the ground with a dull thunk. I get in a ready stance. Five...four...three...two...one...

Police officers flood in as the door explodes into a pile of splinters. "Halt! Put down your arms and hold up your hands!" (See what I did there?)

I smirk at them. "You thought I would surrender? Sorry, children, I'm boss here."

A police officer -- Dave, as his name tag reads -- holds up his gun in a threatening gesture, face reddening. "You -- you dare call us children?"

I smile innocently. "So what if I did?" I twirl the knife in my fingers, making sure it catches the light and the attention of all the police officers.

They all turn towards me, gun at the ready. "Surrender." they say, nearly in unison.

"Nah nah nah nah nah!" I sing, dancing around. "You can't catch me!" I continue confidently, deflecting bullets with the surprisingly strong knife.

The police continue aiming at me with what I realize are tranquilizer darts. Of course, they wouldn't want to hurt my pretty face, would I?

Sorry, got carried away for a second.

Anyways, I do a shuffling kind of dance, waving my knife around. The bronze metal seems to know where the darts are coming from, and flicks them away at the last second.

"Cease fire!" The man who is obviously the leader shouts. "Get in a line! Don't fire until I say so! Fire!" he commands. All of the officers shoot their darts at me at the same time. I try to jump to the left, but end up tripping over my overly long pants and falling to the right. A sharp pain in my leg stings as darts embed themselves into my leg.

"Well, boss, looks like we've got him. The trouble maker." Dave chuckles. I feebly swing my arms, succeeding in whacking Dave in the face. He grunts in a very ape-like manner.

Everything suddenly slides out of focus, and fades into a hazy black.

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I wake up in a musty-smelling jail cell, a small bowl of cold canned soup next to me.Well, looks like my luck finally ran out. I think to myself.

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