[Main POV]
Departing the George Bush Intercontinental Airport, Artemis and I were swarmed by reporters, which was expected. After all, we had spent the entire week avoiding the press and enjoying ourselves in Berlin. But we held off, and continued following Piotr and Dankus who cleared a path through the sea of people.
It wasn't only reporters. Some people cheered for us like we had just won a war. As we made it to our car, there was a platoon of Vietnam vets who saluted us as we passed.
"Apollo, do you have anything to say about the reunification of Germany?"
Like the good gentleman I was, I opened the door for Artemis. Just as I was getting into the car myself, I paused and turned to face the crowd.
"You know," I said softly, "there are many things I have to say regarding the recent events. Everything from start to end was a wild adventure, and something that I'll never forget as long as I live."
By now, the crowd had turned silent. I could've yelled at them to quite down, but I knew if I whispered, everyone would shut up to hear what I was saying.
"But that will all have to wait, there will be a press conference scheduled through Apollo Enterprises, I look forward to seeing you all there."
As the reporters just started shouting questions again, I ducked into the car and we high-tailed it out of there.
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[3rd POV]
In the halls of the Pentagon, there was an important meeting taking place. Officially, this meeting was regarding the Berlin Revolution and the unification of Germany, but all the conversations seemed to return to one topic.
"Our intelligence reports tell us that the entire Soviet air force in Germany was wiped out. Observers report red and gold lighting up the skies," the Director of the CIA reported.
"And then there's the fact," the Secretary of Defense spoke, "that the Soviet asset codenamed 'Baba Yaga' was right in the center of it all."
"Does this mean the freedom fighters in Afghanistan can finally start making progress?" the Vice President asked.
"Well, considering she's in America, she's either a sleeper agent," the Director of the FBI said.
"Or the Soviets just lost their best asset." The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff finished.
A pause enveloped the room. The second possibility was a dream come true. But the first possibility was a ticking time bomb.
"At least we have our own asset." The Secretary of Defense stated shortly.
"We won't do anything for now," the Vice President started, "it's not publicly viable to go after them. But I want you to dig up as much dirt as you can. I want to know where they sleep, when they use the bathroom, and how many squares of toilet paper they use!"
The Directors of the CIA and FBI nodded. They fully intended on doing so already.
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[Main POV]
Reaching Apollonia, I was shocked at what I found. Apollonia had turned into a small town with shops and stores lining the main road. Out of the main road, there were smaller streets with houses lining them. There was even a MacDonalds in town.
None of the new buildings were over 3 stories in height. The structures I made previously still dominated the skyline. Each new building was built with European-styled architecture, completely foreign to the rest of Texas.
"Hey Olivia," I called on my phone, "Yeah, contact Emily and bring her to my place. No, get your mind out of the gutter, we need to talk."
I hung up and looked to my left, to see Artemis not even listening to the conversation. She was staring at the Sunscraper.
"Last year, I ended up reading Greek Mythology about us. I'm glad I didn't end up like my counterpart."
I smiled and pulled her into a hug, "So am I."
"But it appears you've got a lot in common," she said, "your singing, the sun, and the structure you created can rival the Great Walls of Troy themselves. It makes me think if all our actions are truly our actions or controlled by some destiny or fate."
"It's true." I stated, "I have a lot in common with the Apollo in Greek mythology, just as you do with the Artemis in the myths. But that doesn't mean we're defined by them. We can use them as examples of what to do or what not to do. I can't imagine the Artemis and Apollo of the myths playing chess."
That seemed to cheer her up. After that serious conversation, I helped her carry her bags to a spare bedroom in my apartment, only to be greeted by Olivia and Emily, who looked guilty of gossiping.
"My lady," Emily bowed to Artemis, before turning to bow to me, "My lord."
"Alright you two, head to the living room, I'll meet you there in five."
"Wait my lord!" Emily grabbed my sleeve, preventing me from leaving. As I gave her a questioning look of disapproval, she simply smiled.
"With all due respect my lord, I told you so."
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AN: The 1980-1986 arc is over.
Next will be the 1987-2001 arc.
Power Stones are appreciated.
List any major events you think I should include here: