((Sorry for the long absence...I think someone's going to need to catch me up on what's happened.))<br/><br/>Andrew just kept quiet, keeping his cool during the events that transpired around him.  When the local gang had demanded a cut of their property, or money, or whatever, he had been about ready to take out the Typewriter and go Chicago on their asses, but he smiled when Johan got rid of them with little more than a few words.  Ah, such was the nature of demigodhood.  Everyone had their specialties - like Andrew's being detective work and figuring out pieces of the puzzle.<br/><br/>At the hotel, Andrew set up his room, and then stuffed his necessities into a single bag to go and meet with the rest of the Scions 'about what to do when they got inside the mountain.  "Sorry I'm late.  Taking care of the Typewriter is a bit more complicated than normal in this kind of climate."