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[right][sub]location || Olympic Club
mentions || [color=7845b8][b]Hera[/b][/color], [b]Zeus[/b]
Interactions || [color=5e74ee][b]Artemis[/b][/color] [@smarty0114], Captain Woods & Salvatore (NPCs)[/sub][/right]
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There are few pleasures in this world -- divine or not -- that bring Athena pleasure. Eating the fruits of her labor that typically take the form of birria tacos that she often gets from a food truck that’s almost exclusively parked down the street of her adequate Seattle apartment. Watching her favorite guilty pleasure of Riverdale (don’t judge her). Something about how over-the-top it can get on a weekly basis is, at the very least, dumb entertainment for the Goddess of Wisdom. But above all else, she enjoys sleeping in. She knew going to bed last night that there would be a luncheon hosted by her father’s on-again-off-again partner, Hera, so she set her alarm and made sure that nobody would come between her and grabbing some tacos before heading to that luncheon.

And yet, at five in the morning, she was rudely awoken from a deep slumber. If this had happened during a time when she was still a divine being, hell that made the Trojan War feel like a walk in the part compared to what she might be capable of and what she might do to the person who woke her up. But sadly, she wasn’t.

At five in the morning, Athena got a call from her captain. 

Groaning, she answered the ringing phone. She let it ring for a few additional rings. [color=ea7e5d]“You do know what time it is, right Captain Woods?”[/color]

George Woods, a Seattle-born cop who rose through the ranks. Athena had great respect for him. “My apologies, Sophia. I know it’s your day off. I would have loved to call anyone else, but since you’re closest to Belltown, we need your eyes.” 

George was one of the better captains in the collective SPD force. He was unlike most who respected the unspoken rule of don’t call your best detective when she asks for a day off a week ahead of time, yet it was what it was.

In the back of her mind, she thought for a minute about what her father would do. Zeus, as she had always known him, lacked certain standards for the call of duty. Well, unless it involved fornicating with anyone and everyone. That unfortunate mental image aside, she thought about how he might worm his way out of this. She knew Zeus wouldn’t have answered the call in the first place and gone back to sleep, but Athena wasn’t wired like that. In fact, she answered it because she knew the captain only called her because he needed her.

[color=ea7e5d]“I’m on my way, captain,”[/color] she spoke up after about thirty seconds of thoughtful silence. 
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About thirty minutes later, Detective Sophia Pallas was on the scene as the sound of her [url=https://i.imgur.com/nYldwyA.jpg]1970 Dodge Charger[/url] came to a stylistic stop. The local PD were already surveying the scene, CSI was just starting to process it. Sophia walked past the crowd gathering and flashed her badge at an officer who was likely a rookie and didn’t recognize her. When he let her through and she walked around the scene, she couldn’t help but do a double and triple take around. Crates were smashed, and scratches along the cargo containers, As she looked to her left, there were a few men who were being treated by EMT and they seemed to have a myriad of bruises and scrapes all over their bodies but none of them were lethal. They got their asses kicked, that much was obvious, but they were alive.

[color=ea7e5d]“Interesting,”[/color] she noted as Captain Woods waved at her. 

Walking up to him, she looked back at the men with EMTs for a short moment before letting her eyes return to her captain. [color=ea7e5d]“Hell of a scene, Captain.”[/color]

“You’re telling me,” George Woods groaned, clearly exhausted. 

[color=ea7e5d]“So who were those guys? The ones being treated?”[/color]

Captain Woods looked back and sighed. “Low level punks. Not sure who they work for, but they seem to run in a small gang and harass small businesses in the area.”

So they were thugs. In the back of her mind, Athena had a thought (more like an opinion) that they got what was coming to them. She didn’t believe in getting revenge and it wasn’t clear if that was what they were looking at here. It was still too early into the investigation, but given what the captain knew and what she had suspected based off of that, it was an easy guess that those five harassed the wrong person. But who did it was the question everyone wanted to know, especially Athena.

[color=ea7e5d]“Was it their bodies the only thing found on the scene?”[/color] Sophia asked.

Captain Woods shook his head. “A pile of coke was under one of the guys and we found a SUV about three blocks out that had a few bags of the same product. Whatever these men were here for, it wasn’t to take in the sights. Yeah, I’ve no doubt they were meant to meet up with a buyer and instead got an ass-kicking they’ll never forget.” The Captain laughed. 

The only question was [i]who[/i] met them instead? 

Sophia looked around and she couldn’t help but center on one of the men getting treated. Out of the five that were separated, arms behind their back and cuffed, he was the one that caught Athena’s attention the most. Exusing herself, she walked over just as one of the EMTs was finished patching him up. [color=ea7e5d]“Detective Pallas, I need to question the suspect.”[/color]

“That should be okay,” The EMT said, standing up and the guy he was just treating just glared at him. “But not for too long. We will need to get him and the other injured to the hospital for treatment.”

[color=ea7e5d]“Understood. It won’t take long,”[/color] Athena promised, smiling as she took the seat the EMT previously had. When he was out of sight, her friendly disposition was replaced with a much more serious one. [color=ea7e5d]“So, why don’t you tell me your name?”[/color]

“Eat me!” He spat at Athena.

She kept a nonreactive expression on her face. [color=ea7e5d]“Appreciate the offer, but I have good tastes.”[/color] A second after she said that, Athena stomped hard on his foot and closed his mouth. [color=ea7e5d]“Wanna try this again? Nod if you understand?” [/color]

He nodded.

Athena uncovered his mouth and removed her foot from his. [color=ea7e5d]“Now, tell me your name, sir.”[/color]

“My friends call me Sal. Salvatore Esposito.”

[color=ea7e5d]“Salvator Esposito, it’s nice to meet you. Now, I’m only going to ask you this once and, trust me when I say this: you don’t want to find out what will happen if I have to ask you a second time. You and your friends were here, allegedly trying to make some kind of drug deal--”[/color]

“Wait, that’s not exactly--”

Athena glared at him. [color=ea7e5d]“I wasn’t finished. You were allegedly here to make a drug deal, but it didn’t happen. In fact, judging from the scene--”[/color] Athena glanced around, even letting Salvatore look around (which he did), [color=ea7e5d]“--That didn’t happen. I can only come to two conclusions. You five either had a disagreement with your buyer and found out the hard way they weren’t someone to be messed with. In which case, this is a waste of my time and my captain’s time.”[/color]

“And the second?” He asked, feeling anxious in knowing the answer.

Athena smiled, leaning close so only he could hear what she was about to say. [color=ea7e5d]“The second is that you found yourself on the other end of someone you never dreamed you would. Someone who not only beat you up physically but somehow struck so much fear into your eyes -- the same fear I see right now -- that no officers nor detectives know who, right? Nod if I’m right.”[/color]

As he nodded, the EMT from before returned from before. “Detective Pallas, we need to take them to the hospital now. I apologize.”

Sophia Pallas stood up. [color=ea7e5d]“No need. I am done questioning the suspect for the time being.”[/color] She looked down at Salvatore, smiling as he was hauled away on a stretcher. She had a suspicion who did this. Not their identity, but rumors have it there was someone in seattle helping those who couldn’t help themselves. A sort of boogyman for men like Salvatore Esposito. Athena didn’t necessarily disagree with their methods, but those stories were becoming way too frequent lately.

But that was a matter for another day. Athena returned to her captain, telling her some half-truths of what she found out. There were some things about this that didn’t make any sense but at the same time, as she left the scene and drove down the road, Athena thought about a lot of things. In her mind, she was trying to decide if the captain needed to know or whether or not she should keep the fact that the person responsible for the attack on the pier was the ever-elusive Blue Crusader.
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As the [url=https://i.imgur.com/Jx1qWOh.jpg]Goddess of Wisdom[/url] walked through the entrance of the Olympic Club, she had several thoughts running through her mind, none of which were positive. She had scanned for her father but only met disappointment. Having Zeus’ company would have, in Athena’s personal and seldom humble opinion, made this luncheon bearable. Hera wasn’t someone Athena particularly got along with. Actually, maybe it would be accurate to say that she loathed her father’s on-again-off-again wife. She had come here with the small hope that her father would finally show his face to these yearly gatherings that the Pantheons gathered at. But alas, this wasn’t the case.

As she grabbed a glass of champagne and lamented that she had to give credit where it was due. For as much as she loathed Hera, the fact of the matter was the Queen of Olympus had a certain talent when it came to finding the finest champagne that reminded her of the smooth taste of liquid ambrosia. She took small sips of it and made her way around the room, observing everyone who she greeted in passing. There were a few gods and goddesses she avoided as much as she could and others she didn’t mind having small conversations with. Yet, as she made her way towards an isolated point of the club, there [i]was[/i] someone who she was wanting to talk to. The only person at the club currently who understood her feelings about being here.

[color=ea7e5d]“Love the outfit, Artemis. Green and pink aren’t my colors, but you always had a habit of making things work for you.”[/color] Athena approached one of the few people in all the pantheons that, to be quite frankly, Athena had an unbiased adoration for. [color=ea7e5d]“So enlighten me: who do you think will be the source of most of our future headaches in the immediate future?”[/color] She asked, leaning against a table that Artemis was standing by.
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