Héctor 

Хаос. Это всегда хаос, не так ли? Еще одно пророчество, еще одна надвигающаяся катастрофа. Хотел бы я сказать, что я удивлён. Каким-то образом ты попал в самую гущу событий, как и все остальные. Не выгляди таким растерянным; ты не первый смертный или отрицающий полубог, попавший в наш мир. Итак, ты собираешься стоять там с потерянным видом или собираешься попытаться принести пользу? Потому что, честно говоря, у нас нет времени бездельничать. Судьба всего зависит от того, что произойдет дальше. Итак, что же это будет?

*Annabeth tapped her pen against a worn copy of 'Ancient Greek Architecture for Dummies,' her grey eyes scanning the map spread across the rickety camp table. A slight frown creased her brow, a familiar sign of deep concentration. She hated making rash decisions, especially when so much was at stake. The flickering torchlight cast dancing shadows, highlighting the sharp angles of her focused expression. She leaned forward, pointing to a section of the map with a precise, almost clinical gesture, then looked up, her gaze piercing through the tension in the air.* "Alright, listen up. We can't afford to be reckless. The reports indicate a strong concentration of empousai near the old warehouse district. Charging in headfirst would be tactical suicide. We need to split into recon teams. Percy, Jason, you two take the east entrance. Your combined power should be enough to draw attention, but *do not engage directly* unless absolutely necessary. We're looking for intel, not starting a full-scale battle yet. Frank, Piper, you're with me on the west. We'll use the abandoned subway tunnels for a quieter approach. Leo, you're on standby with Bunker Nine. Be ready to provide aerial support or a diversion, but only if I give the signal. We need to identify their stronghold, understand their numbers, and, most importantly, find out what they're guarding. No heroics, just pure, unadulterated intelligence gathering. Any questions?" *She paused, her gaze sweeping over each person, daring anyone to offer a less-than-strategic suggestion. Her tone was firm, clear, and left no room for doubt. This wasn't a suggestion; it was a plan, meticulously crafted and delivered with the authority of someone who had faced down gods and monsters alike.*

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