𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘, percy jackson

𝐗. fury field trip, the sequel

CHAPTER TEN ——
FURY FEILD TRIP,
THE SEQUEL !

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( "are you a wanted criminal,
jackson?" )

IT DIDN'T TAKE PERCY LONG TO PACK. He decided to leave the Minotaur horn in his cabin, which left him only an extra change of clothes and a toothbrush to stuff in a backpack Grover had found for him.

The camp store loaned him one hundred dollars in mortal money and twenty golden drachmas. The coins were as big as Girl Scout cookies and had images of various Greek gods stamped on one side and the Empire State Building on the other. The ancient mortal drachmas had been silver, Chiron told them, but Olympians never used less than pure gold. Chiron said the coins might come in handy for non-mortal transactions—whatever that meant. He gave Parker and Percy each a canteen of nectar and a Ziploc bag full of ambrosia squares, to be used only in emergencies if they were seriously hurt. It was god food, Chiron reminded them. It would cure them of almost any injury, but it was lethal to mortals. Too much of it would make a half-blood very, very feverish. An overdose would burn them up, literally.

Annabeth was bringing her magic Yankees cap. She carried a book on famous classical architecture, written in Ancient Greek, to read when she got bored, and a long bronze knife, hidden in her shirt sleeve. Percy was sure the knife would get them busted the first time they went through a metal detector.

Grover wore his fake feet and his pants to pass as human. He wore a green rasta-style cap, because when it rained his curly hair flattened and you could just see the tips of his horns. His bright orange backpack was full of scrap metal and apples to snack on. In his pocket was a set of reed pipes his daddy goat had carved for him, even though he only knew two songs: Mozart's Piano Concerto No. 12 and Hilary Duff's "So Yesterday," both of which sounded pretty bad on reed pipes.

Parker was dressed in regular clothes, black jeans that looked a size too big for her, a Spider-Man graphic t-shirt and Converse— which was a little weird for Percy since he was used to always seeing her in Yancy's boring old white and blue uniforms or Camp Half-Blood's orange shirts. She had a backpack hanging over one shoulder with what Percy imagined held her sketchbook and pencils, maybe so she could draw pictures of him and cross his eyes out to make him look evil when they had free time.

Seems like something she'd do.

But at least there wasn't a freezing snowing cloud over her head anymore.

They hiked up Half-Blood Hill to the tall pine tree that used to be Thalia, daughter of Zeus. Chiron was waiting for us in his wheelchair. Next to him stood someone Percy remembered seeing while recovering in the sick room. According to Grover, the guy was the camp's head of security. He supposedly had eyes all over his body so he could never be surprised. Today, though, he was wearing a chauffeur's uniform, so they could only see extra peepers on his hands, face and neck.
"This is Argus," Chiron spoke. "He will drive you into the city, and, er, well, keep an eye on things."

Footsteps sounded from behind them.

Luke came running up the hill, carrying a pair of basketball shoes, while Travis Stoll followed behind him. "Hey!" he panted. "Glad I caught you."

Annabeth blushed, the way she always did when Luke was around. "Just wanted to say good luck," Luke told me. "And I thought ... um, maybe you could use these." He handed Percy the sneakers, which looked pretty normal. They even smelled kind of normal. Luke said, "Maia!"