Well I could trace your private number baby.
PERCY: *type-type-type-type*
JASON: *taps on shoulder*
PERCY: Yeah?
JASON: *gestures behind him*
JAMES & REMY: *deposit two bound and gagged figures at Percy's feet*
REMY: Found 'em creeping around.
JAMES: I don't suppose you were expecting company?
PERCY: Not really...who do we have here?
REMY: *removes first gag, sitting one struggling stranger up*
DEAN: I swear to God, you touch me again pretty boy and I'll --
REMY: Flattery'll get you everywhere.
PERCY: You have got to be kidding me.
JAMES: *removes second figure's gag and sits him up*
SAM: I wish this were a joke. Who are these goons and why do they have the hard-drive?
JAMES: No-one has it yet. Technically. *glares at Remy and Jason*
REMY: We're still in...negotiations over that. *glares at James and Jason*
JASON: *raises disapproving eyebrow, and glares at James and Remy*
PERCY: *rubs temples* Guys, shut up. Dean? Sam? Why the hell are you after the hard-drive?
SAM: You don't think that the FBI has records about the Winchester family that we'd like to see destroyed?
DEAN: Nice, Sammy. Spill everything to the assholes who got the jump on us.
SAM: They kind of have the advantage here, dumbass. And let's not forget who's fault it was they got the damn jump in the first --
PERCY: NO. Oh, no. No. No you don't. I have been SO GOOD so far with this story. SO GOOD. I have made concessions, I have adjusted, I have opened up possibly FOUR different fandoms. THIS IS THE LINE IN THE SAND. THIS IS THE LINE THAT WILL NOT BE CROSSED. THERE WILL BE NO POSSIBLE FIFTH FANDOM INVOLVED. YOU DO NOT GET IN THIS FIC. I AM THE AUTHOR AND I HAVE SPOKEN.
BOYS: *blink*
CRICKETS: *chirp*
JAMES: In that case, what should we do with these two?
PERCY: *sighs* Gag them and stuff them in my closet. I'll deal with them later. Let Jason watch them for now.
SAM: Now this is just getting demeaning.
DEAN: Just?
JASON: *fingers his KA-BAR while possibly cracking a smile*
PERCY: *pointedly* Unharmed, Jason. I may need them at some point.
JASON: *boy scout salute*
JASON: *taps on shoulder*
PERCY: Yeah?
JASON: *gestures behind him*
JAMES & REMY: *deposit two bound and gagged figures at Percy's feet*
REMY: Found 'em creeping around.
JAMES: I don't suppose you were expecting company?
PERCY: Not really...who do we have here?
REMY: *removes first gag, sitting one struggling stranger up*
DEAN: I swear to God, you touch me again pretty boy and I'll --
REMY: Flattery'll get you everywhere.
PERCY: You have got to be kidding me.
JAMES: *removes second figure's gag and sits him up*
SAM: I wish this were a joke. Who are these goons and why do they have the hard-drive?
JAMES: No-one has it yet. Technically. *glares at Remy and Jason*
REMY: We're still in...negotiations over that. *glares at James and Jason*
JASON: *raises disapproving eyebrow, and glares at James and Remy*
PERCY: *rubs temples* Guys, shut up. Dean? Sam? Why the hell are you after the hard-drive?
SAM: You don't think that the FBI has records about the Winchester family that we'd like to see destroyed?
DEAN: Nice, Sammy. Spill everything to the assholes who got the jump on us.
SAM: They kind of have the advantage here, dumbass. And let's not forget who's fault it was they got the damn jump in the first --
PERCY: NO. Oh, no. No. No you don't. I have been SO GOOD so far with this story. SO GOOD. I have made concessions, I have adjusted, I have opened up possibly FOUR different fandoms. THIS IS THE LINE IN THE SAND. THIS IS THE LINE THAT WILL NOT BE CROSSED. THERE WILL BE NO POSSIBLE FIFTH FANDOM INVOLVED. YOU DO NOT GET IN THIS FIC. I AM THE AUTHOR AND I HAVE SPOKEN.
BOYS: *blink*
CRICKETS: *chirp*
JAMES: In that case, what should we do with these two?
PERCY: *sighs* Gag them and stuff them in my closet. I'll deal with them later. Let Jason watch them for now.
SAM: Now this is just getting demeaning.
DEAN: Just?
JASON: *fingers his KA-BAR while possibly cracking a smile*
PERCY: *pointedly* Unharmed, Jason. I may need them at some point.
JASON: *boy scout salute*
