I lost my interest in this story months ago, but here goes nothing-

They moved as silently as possible, with Logan constantly checking the Book just to be safe. The building was crawling with operatives and Roman hated the fact he couldn't see Virgil or Patton. Every now and then, he'd glimpse Virgil, crouching low to the ground and shuffling his way around quietly, but he knew not to say anything, no matter if he wanted to or not. He didn't entirely like being away from the pale god. How annoying.

"Roman," Logan whispered. "Someone's coming."

"Is it the big guy?"

"No. But we can't go past without doing something."

"Something like what?"

"Roman."

The beautiful god scowled but stood up. He briefly touched his hand to his choker necklace, and then began to walk out into the corridor's view.

When Roman decided to use his mother's gift, it was exceptional. A single glance from an unsuspecting mortal would have them completely ensnared by him and if actively attempted to charm someone, he'd have a hopelessly devoted slave. He'd rob them of their ability to think beyond him and, sometimes, it could go terribly. But a simple half-charm should be fine.

He could hear a gasp behind him and he turned around to see a young woman standing there, wide-eyed. Her face was flushed and Roman smiled, watching the mystified look in her eyes glisten brighter.

"Hi," He greeted.

"H-Hi," She whispered back breathlessly.

"Could you be a darling and lend my your keycard?" Roman asked, looking down at a card she held between her hands. "It'd really help me out."

The woman turned pink and held it out. "S-Sure. Here."

"Thank you," Roman took it. "That helps a lot. Can you leave, please? Don't tell anyone I'm here, okay?"

"Okay," She agreed and, robotically, she began to walk past him, looking dumbstruck.

Roman watched her go, until she was out of eyesight, then he brushed his choker again, glaring at Logan angrily. Logan rolled his eyes. "Roman, I know you don't like that but we needed that. She would've seen us."

"Whatever. Where are we going now?"

Logan gestured vaguely and Roman sighed, following him.

He could feel Virgil brushing against his side every now and then and he watched Logan's hand close around thin air, gripping it tightly. He assumed it was Patton. Slowly, the four of them managed to make their way over to an ai rvent and Logan stopped.

"Here we go," He whispered. "I'm heading in first-"

"I'm heading in first," Patton said, suddenly popping into existence as he slipped Virgil's ring off his finger. "I'll get the guard unconcious, then you three can move in."

Logan frowned hesitantly. "Are you sure-?"

"Positive."

 Virgil flickered into the world properly. "Pat, this is a pretty bad idea... If you get hurt-"

"Hurt?" Patton smiled. "I'm the son of Zeus, Virgie! I'm pretty sure I won't get hurt. Now, follow me."

As Patton begun to stubbornly make his way through the air vent, the trio exchanged a look. Virgil was then hot on his cousin's heels, scuttling in after him with Roman quickly following behind them. Logan sighed, checked the Book and went in last. "So much for my 'natural strategy'," He muttered. "Can't even stand my ground at crawling through an air vent..."

"Stop grumbling back there," Roman hissed.

The rest of the journey was made in utter silence, until Patton froze. No one said a word but Virgil waved a brief hand, letting six ghosts rush forwards on his command. Four unscrewed it and two caught it before it even had time to pick up speed. Patton slid Virgil's ring back on and then he was gone.

Roman fearfully held his breath, wondering if Patton had moved yet. He hadn't heard Patton drop to the ground, obviously, and everyone waited anxiously.

The guard's head dipped and Patton pulled off the ring, suddenly stanidng in the middle of the room. "Done!" He whispered to the trio in the vents. "You can come down, now!"

Virgil dropped down after his cousin, landing with a thud. He helped Roman climb out and proceeded to leave Logan to fend for himself. The god didn't seem to notice, calmly hopping out himself.

"Now," The intelligent one said, smoothing down the front of his shirt. "Where's Thomas?"