He couldn't hack the door and Avery hadn't believed his story the first time, so there was no reason to try and contact him from here. No, the only solution that might save Fianna from Zeus, was to find another God to fight him. Tate chuckled grimly. If he had indeed lost his mind, none of this would make any difference. But on the off-chance that he wasn't off his rocker, he might save Fianna.
He thought to himself. All he needed to do was offer a God something they wanted and ask them to save Fianna in exchange. But what could he possibly offer a God? And then it hit him; a temple. Zeus had talked about wanting a temple, so it stood to reason that his rivals would want one as well. So if Tate just offered a God some sort of contract for a temple, maybe they might find him and help him. What had he got to lose?
But who should he offer the contract to? All he could recall of Greek mythology was that Zeus' wife hated him for his unfaithfulness and tried constantly to revenge herself upon him. Well then, Fianna's kidnapping would be right up her ally. But what was her name? For the life of him, Tate couldn't remember.
"oh well." he muttered to himself. "I guess I'll just have to wing it."
He knelt down and, feeling rather foolish, stretched his arms towards the sky. If he wasn't mistaken, the ancient Gods liked to be properly respected and complemented.
"Oh great and powerful Goddess," he began, bellowing to the ceiling and desperately hoping that no one was listening via the com to this room. "I need your help and will build a temple to your greatness if you aid me." He waited a minute and nothing happened. Perhaps he really was crazy. Or maybe he just had to sell it a bit more. "Uhm...This temple will be the greatest of all temples ever built, with magnificent statues and ...uh...alters, and will show all the world that you are the uhm...most beautiful and ...well...the strongest... and the... the wisest among the Gods."
He waited. Nothing happened. He stood up, hardly believing what he had just done. Perhaps it would be better if they locked him away. He had lost his mind and now the only thing to do was...
"Well, which is it?" said a chorus of three voices behind him.
He wheeled around and saw, to his complete amazement, three stunning women in togas where before there had been just empty space.
"I..uhm..what?" stammered Tate.
The brunette with glasses sighed. "Which one of us are you praying to?"
