#percabelypso

The mission was supposed to be simple. An infiltration of a high-end casino, popular with remarkably lucky and unlucky high rollers, that went simply by the name of Envy. Calypso’s job was just to get in, charm her way to the middle of everything, get the information, and get out. She was dressed to the nines in a flawless emerald dress, Walther PPK strapped discreetly to her thigh right above the slit. She was good at this, she could do this in her sleep. Little did she know that would end up sprinting down the streets of Monte-Carlo in six-inch heels. 

Though, considering her company, she wouldn’t have been surprised. 

She was sitting at the bar when a man sat down next to her. He was impeccably dressed in a three-piece suit with a tie that just so happened to perfectly match her dress, but his hair was mussed, and there was a wild glint in his sea green eyes that Calypso knew would never dim. “Whiskey, neat,” he said once he had the bartender’s attention. Then he shot Calypso a roguish grin that was nothing but boyish charm and trouble. “And a martini for the lady, if she’ll allow it.”

“Shaken, not stirred,” Calypso confirmed with a slight nod. When the bartender turned away, she glanced at her company. “003.”

“007,” he replied. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“What are you doing here, Jackson?”

Percy hummed softly and smiled at the bartender as their drinks were put in front of them. “M sent me, of course.”

Calypso fought the urge to pout. Annabeth Chase, codename Minerva. Of course she sent him. “I don’t need help.”

“Didn’t say you did,” Percy agreed. “But you know what they say.”

“M knows best,” they recited in unison.

“If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think M believes you need help,” Percy whispered, leaning in conspiratorially. His breath fanned over her neck, and Calypso’s lips curved up in a smirk. “I think she just likes to watch us dance.”

Calypso huffed out a soft laugh. Annabeth was witness to her and Percy’s dance plenty, both on and off the clock. She didn’t need an excuse. “Why’d she really send you?”

Percy straightened his posture, slipping into business mode seamlessly. “Are you aware that this casino is built right on top of a Soviet military base?”

Calypso’s martini hovered in the air, inches from her lips. “Interesting trivia. I had no idea.”

“Then you’re also not aware of the fact that said military base is currently active.”

“Let me guess,” she drawled. “Run by Alison Simms?”

“Or whoever it is that she’s working for.” 

Calypso was about to reply when she noticed that the guards, who had originally been stationed along the far walls were slowly, slowly closing in. She stood, tugging Percy along with her. “Come on.”

Percy’s eyebrows shot up, but he followed her lead. “Where to?”

“M wanted to see us dance, right?” she said with a wicked grin. “Then let’s dance.”

Those were the last words Calypso got to say before her night, her mission went to hell. Their dance was interrupted by Alison Simms herself, eyes and smile sharp as the crossbow bolts she kept pointed at them. They were escorted downstairs, right into the heart of the military base Percy had warned her of. They were locked up together, and Alison cheerfully informed them that the whole place was set to blow, taking them and everyone in the casino down with it. She was quite proud of her little plan, and her mocking laughter echoed off the walls of the metal corridor as she left.

Unfortunately for her, if you want to keep two of the top special agents in the world locked up, it’s best to not keep them locked up together, especially if you didn’t bother to take their Q-supplied toys.

“Go after Simms, I’ll take care of the boom,” Percy ordered, already sprinting down the hall. 

Calypso didn’t even bother to respond, she just raced after Simms, who was not happy to see her. She especially wasn’t happy when Calypso yanked on of her men out of the driver’s seat of a Jeep to instigate a high-speed pursuit, based on the fact that she shrieked at the top of her lungs for someone to Shoot that bitch before she gets any closer! This, inevitably led to one of Calypso’s tires, leaving her to abandon her ride and continue the chase on foot. 

Only, she didn’t have to run for long because about that time a nearby wall exploded outward as a Soviet-era tank plowed through it. Percy’s head popped up, grinning like a madman. “Need a lift?”

“Subtle,” Calypso scoffed, climbing in without a second thought. “You really put the ‘secret’ in ‘secret agent’.”

“Don’t be jealous,” Percy mocked as the tank tore down the street with all the decorum of a tsunami. “Green’s not your color.”

“I look phenomenal in green, actually,” Calypso countered as a nearby car blew up, thanks to one of Percy’s missiles. “Did you really have to do that?”

“Is it really a night out if it doesn’t end with a bang?”

Calypso snorted as the tank screeched to a halt at the dock. Simms and her crew were already on the water, making their way towards the Princess Andromeda, but Calypso could already see a jet ski with her name on it. She grabbed Percy by the back of the neck and pulled him in for a quick, passionate kiss. “Tell Annabeth goodnight for me.”

“Make it home and do it yourself,” Percy challenged, his smile pressed against her lips. “Go get ‘em, Commander.”

Calypso grinned back, heart pounding in her chest. “See you tonight, Commander.”

Then she hopped out of the tank, and sprinted for the dock, heels abandoned. She had to move fast, she couldn’t risk anything slowing her down.