The plan was simple, Percy always kept them simple in case he needed to throw them out a window and improvise.
Thalos and George would go find the buried corpse of Philip Basker, Percy would go into the house and stall the spirit while protecting Joey. He read through his entire storage and pulled out a bag of infused salt to convince his father that he knew what he was doing.
"You keep salt in your pockets?" Thalos asked.
"Just in case I need to brighten up some food," he shrugged, holding up the bag. "Or if I have to battle the horrific conjoined spirits of thirty people that were murdered in a ritual."
Flynn did a double take, golden eyes flashing with confusion.
"That's… very specific. Did you know we would be fighting the spirit here?"
He exchanged a look with Thalos then chuckled softly.
"No. Don't think too much about it, Flynn, you'll hurt yourself. In more important news, Dad, can you do it? Cut right through to the heart of the spirit?"
