In Athens, Krov had shaken off Medusa and was livestreaming to draw viewers while frantically calling around for someone with a helicopter to fly him out.
With demons from myth invading, every flight out of Athens had been grounded. Most of the airport staff were abroad. As for driving away, he might not have been a genius, but he was no fool. The land outside the city was a battlefield under heavy fire. How would driving out be any different from a death wish?
To his dismay, not a single helicopter company would take him, even when he offered triple the usual rate.
"Damn Greeks! None of them keeps their word. They said they were available around the clock. They said they could fly me out even if Greece became a battlefield. Now that it's happened, every last one of them has an excuse!"
"I'm Greek, and I keep my word. Don't tar us all with the same brush, streamer."
"Before you pay, the customer is God. After you pay, the customer is a servant. Every company's like that. Get used to it, streamer."
"Isn't the streamer still asking around? He hasn't paid anyone yet, has he?"
"Streamer, since you're about to die anyway, why not film the battlefield up close? You're too far away for me to make out the demons. I want to know if the Hundred-Headed Dragon Ladon really has a hundred heads. With that many, how does he cope with having a hundred minds?"
"Are you trying to get the streamer killed? The Greeks are firing missiles like crazy. A guy like him would be blown apart by the shock waves before he got anywhere near."
"Blown apart is an exaggeration. I think the shock waves would just rupture all his organs and cause massive internal