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The god of war hung up the phone and pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling as he did so. He did not want it like this, at completely random with no plan of attack, but in the least things were being set into motion after all this time of complacency. It occured to him that this would be the first time every Olympian had been togather in a long time...

He swiped his keys from the desk and made his was donstairs, he then reached his vehicle, a black 2009 Jeep. Aphrodite may think it less "tastefull" than he, but it was a vehicle deployed in wars, and the only "war vehicle" he could legally drive. So it stood to reason-at least for him- to own one.

He was glad his half-sister left such explicit directions, even though he had long internalized the layout of the city, despite its size. When he pulled up to the destination it didn't take long to spot her; she was the most noticible woman in the world. The window slid down and he peered at her asking, "Did you call the others?"