Artemis pov

I and Iris were in the elevator headed down to the dungeon. Ajax, he was one pain in the ass. He was like that mole you could not just cut off because it was likely to escalate into something big. And I hated when something small itched more than it was supposed to.

We trotted into the dungeon where he was chained to a metal chair, we were all tired, not knowing how to easily dispose of him. He was a quicksand, any move we make would come back to bite us. And to make matters worse ...