Athens International Airport-

"It's been a while since I boarded the plane," Percy said.

"Why? You don't have planes in your world?" Gil asked.

"No, we do but Zeus was angry at me, so he threatened that if I ever flew by plane, he would smite me in the air."

"That sounds like something Zeus would do," Herc said.

"Unfortunately for him, I had my own Pegasus, Blackjack, to fly me around."

"Alright, let's get going, there comes our Pilot." Herc waved at the Pilot.

"You shouldn't just vanish like that. And on top of that, you took the winged lion chariot. You know how hard it is to maintain it in this era?" The Pilot said. "I heard from Gilgamesh, that you were in New York. Then I saw the Nemean Lion on the news. You, Gil, that boy," he pointed at Percy. "There are a lot of videos on the internet of you three fighting the beast in New York."

"Yeah, that fight was the best," Herc said shamelessly.

"I went there to look for you, but you had vanished once again. And guess who I met in New York, Tiresias. She's living there, opened up a clock repair shop. She told me that the doors of the Olympus were opened once again and you were there. So, I went to Olympus but you disappeared again. This time in freaking outer space…" the pilot guy kept talking.

"Who's this guy?" Percy whispered in Gil's ears.

"That's Perseus, his secretary and…"

"Not a secretary, Assistant!" The guy interrupted and turned back to scold Hercules. "A whole year, a whole year I had to take care of the mess you left behind in Dubai."

"And, Great Grandfather." Percy completed Gil's sentence. He chuckled. "Hi, I don't mean to interrupt but shouldn't we be boarding the plane right now?" He looked at the wristwatch.

"Don't worry, Percy it's a private plane," Herc said.

"Is he Lord Percy that Olympians spoke of?" Perseus asked Herc.

"Hi, it is an honor to meet you. My mother named me after you. I am Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon, but you can call me Percy." He greeted Perseus.

A few hours later-

The plane was now flying over the Egyptian airspace and waiting for the ground controls response.

"Tower, this is H3RC on Delta, how long before we get to land?" Perseus asked Air Traffic Control.

"H3RC, due to the sandstorm we cannot give you permission to land. Please redirect to the Sphinx Airport. Continue on Delta to the west, we will hand you over to the Sphinx ATC, Copy?" the ATC replied.

"Copy, We will continue on Delta to Sphinx Airport." He said and put down the comms. 'Boys, we have been redirected to Sphinx Airport. So hang on to your belts we are about to land in a couple of minutes." He announced.

"Sphinx Airport? Why?" Percy asked.

"Looks like there's some problem on Cairo International," Gil said looking through the window.

Everybody quickly huddled to look through his window.

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"Whoa, Whoa! Look out from your window." Gil said.

Percy went to his seat and removed the curtain from the window.

"I can't see anything?" He asked looking through the window.

"It's the sandstorm," Herc said panicking and quickly ran for the cockpit.

"That's weird!" Percy said.

"What?"

"The sandstorm, it's only above the airport. Look, over there in the city, it's perfectly normal." Gil saw Percy was right. The sandstorm only brewed over the airport.

"I have a bad feeling about this," Gil exclaimed.

A couple of minutes later the plane safely landed on the Sphinx airport.

As they came out of the plane they saw a couple of black SUVs and eight men wearing black suits and shades.

"Is this the wrong place? Are we on the Men in Black filming set?" Herc said.

A man came forwards and removed his shades, "hello Mr. Jackson, My name is Jafar and I'd like it if you come with me" he said in a thick Arabic accent.

"What? Why? Who are you? And how do you know my name?" Percy asked cautiously

"It's classified. Now please come with me peacefully."

"Of course it is, now tell us who you are before I kick all of your asses." He threatened.

"Calm down Mr. Jackson, you don't need to get violent. Alright, I'll tell you. I really hoped it would work if I talked like that, I guess I should stop watching those police dramas" he said to his man. "My name is Yusuf Jabari, I am a SHIELD agent. Now please come with us, don't worry, your plane and the pilot will be taken care of."

"Don't worry, the pilot is coming with them." Perseus came out of the plane wearing a black 3 piece suit and red tie.

"What? No, you must be joking. You haven't been in the field for like, a thousand years. You should stay on the plane." Herc was panicked.

"What's the deal with them?" Percy whispered in Gil's ear.

"You'll see."

"So what? It's not like I've gotten rusty, I can still defeat Ajax with one hand tied behind my back."

"But…"

"No buts and I want to see why he's so special." He looked at Percy.

"Uh… I don't like this." Percy said nervously.

"At least it's better than Achilles," Gil said.

"Anyway let's go," Perseus said.

"Alright, this way." Yusuf led them to a Hummer.

The convoy was traveling on Cairo's roads. The city looked deserted. There were no people on the sidewalks, no cars on the road. There were police blockades on many streets.

"There's no traffic, where are the people?" Herc asked.

"You must've seen the sandstorm brewing above the Cairo International." We don't know what's causing it, so the local authorities have issued a curfew." Yusuf answered.

"How did you know we were coming?" Percy asked.

"We are SHIELD agents from the Egypt base. Commander Hill informed us about your arrival. She told us you are gods. I'm finding it hard to believe."

"So, what's causing the sandstorm?" Perseus asked.

"We are not sure, but Commander Hill said that you might help us understand and stop it."

After a couple of minutes, the convoy entered an abandoned factory near the airport. The factory floor opened and revealed a ramp going underground. The convoy entered the secret base.

"This was once a nuclear shelter in the Cold War America helped build it," Yusuf started telling as they exited the vehicles. "But before that, it was a prison of Pharaohs, dating back to 3000 years."

"It's impressive!" Gil exclaimed.

They were now in his office and he was showing artifacts he had collected.

"Agent Jabari, you certainly didn't bring us here to admire the ancient artifacts and structures, did you? So tell us what you know about the sandstorm, or we're leaving." Perseus was very straightforward.

"You are right, I sometimes forget I'm an agent and not a guide when new people come to visit, it's like a habit." He looked disappointed. " Anyway, about the sandstorm, we don't know anything about it. Only that it started a week ago."

"Is that all? You just brought us here to tell that? We already knew that from the news."

"No, that's not all, ever since the sandstorm started we were getting seismic activities every couple of hours on the Airstrip-1. The airport was built upon a very ancient prison."

"What's so special about this prison?" Percy asked.

"This prison is more than 5000 years old, older than the Great Pyramid, and it was built for only one prisoner." He said it like a horror story. "When this prison was discovered it was caved in, years of rocks and sand had buried it. There were no records of this prison whatsoever. The hieroglyphs carved please find only warding charms, but one stone had a warning. 'Never wake him.' Spooky right? After the New York attack and recent Greenwich incident, we believe that warning might've been real and someone woke him up."

"I'm feeling very The Mummy vibes, I hope it's not Scorpion Dwayne Johnson," Percy said.

"We tried to study the sandstorm…" he got interrupted by an agent, he came running holding a datapad.

"Sir, there's been a development. The sandstorm. It stopped, but…" he hesitated.

"But what?" Yusuf asked.

"You should see for yourself," saying that he handed Yusuf the datapad.

"I'm afraid, my guess was right, but the good news is it's not Scorpion Dwayne Johnson." He held up the datapad for everyone to see. It showed a picture of a tall muscular Mummy.