Of course, drunkenly yelling out your own name in triumph
When still in range of the cameras
Was not the best plan Ulysses ever concocted
Soon word was out and the Eye of the Cyclops
Became the most worthless perfect diamond in existence
As no fence was fool enough to touch it
Ulysses has been carrying that rock around for two decades now
Still has it, much to the Suits' amusement
In fact, the only other thing our hero has with them
Is a snub-nosed laser hidden in a boot, with a single shot left in it
But it isn't Poseidon that hired the Suits
You're probably hungry for a bit more description of Ulysses around now
And I'm afraid you'll have to remain so
As we know little more about them
Man, woman, both or neither
The records are long since lost
And the only one of the crew ever to meet them in person
Will say nothing, save that they were black, beautiful
And had a pair of cold blue eyes
That couldn't hide the things they'd seen
Eyes that are rapidly swelling shut
As the big guy lets loose another punch
You probably know him better as Heracles
"I don't get it, why we can't just kill war hero here
And get the code from the Acheron?"
Ariadne, the woman lurking off to the side, shakes her head
"The Vault has some sort of deadlock
If Ulysses dies, the pass code becomes useless"
"So what do we do?"
The delicate young man at the back ask, Orpheus
"We do what we were hired to do"
The blind old motherfucker says with shrug
He walks up to the vault door and removes his glasses
To reveal a pair of data sockets where eyes once sat
Taking out two cables, he links them to the door and
Forty seconds later, the first of four locks hisses open
Oedipus is not a bad person
As a doctor he did much good work
Even developed a cure for the Sphinx
A disease that accelerated the ageing process to such a degree
That week old infants would die, elderly and infirm
Never learning the words to ask why
Of course, those affected were generally too poor to afford the cure
But that was hardly his fault