The Fire Heist
A low, long whistle carried on the wind from over behind the rock. Athene’s ears perked up and she scurried towards the boulder.
A muscular, regal-looking man was waiting for her around the corner. “What took you so long?” he hissed.
“Zeus has eyes and ears everywhere, Prometheus, you know that.”
The titan narrowed his eyes and nodded in a frustrated sort of way. “Yes, I know.” Even now, just half a mile up there was an eagle making circles around Mount Olympus. He shook his head as if to clear his mind. “So. You know what to do?”
“Yes, of course,” Athene said.
“All right. Let’s go.”
Prometheus headed up the long, winding road up to the palace while Athene stayed behind, giving a lovely, whistling call to the birds above. The eagles came down diving at her, mistaking her for a female lady bird. This gave Prometheus a clear path.
Twenty minutes later, he was diving off the top of Mount Olympus with a ball of bright light in his hand and a horde of ravenous raptors behind him.