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Chapter 38
We Telephone The Dead
Volume 4: The Battle of
the Labyrinth
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At first, it didn't feel like they were hostages. Orthus the two-headed dog and Eurytion led them along, weapons and snarling teeth put away. It was scorching hot, definitely in the hundreds, and they walked an old dirt path that was swarmed by flies. Heat steamed off the ground. Insects buzzed in the trees. Eventually, they were all soaked in sweat.
When the reached the ranch home, Annabeth immediately fawned over the architectural style of it. She said, "It looks like a Frank Lloyd Wright!"
"I have zero frame of reference for what that means." Pat said flatly.
"Big windows," Pallas offered, shouldering his backpack.
They hiked up the last hill to the house, and on the steps of the front porch, Eurytion gave them a final warning. "Don't break the rules," He said, "No fighting. No drawing weapons. And don't make any comments about the boss's appearance."
"Why?" Percy asked. "What does he look like?"
Before Eurytion could reply, a new voice said, "Welcome to the Triple G Ranch."
He must've had a shocking appearance, since the group went silent. Pat tried not to cringe over it, since he was so used to the awkward silences that people made when they saw him; whether he was wearing his glasses or not, people always stared at him, and while he liked attention, he hated that.
The cowherd Eurytion said, "Say hello to Mr Geryon."
"Hi," Percy said. "Nice chests—"uh, ranch! Nice ranch you have."
Pat furrowed his brows, but he didn't comment. Instead, he offered his hand out and tilted his head, "Hello. Thank you for—"
Cutting Pat off, another person stepped onto the porch mid-sentence, "Geryon, I wont wait for—" A pause, and then a sword was drawn.
Geryon snarled. "Put that away, Mr di Angelo. I ain't gonna have my guests killin each other."
Nico di Angelo. Bianca's little brother, who has been missing since last winter, and who totally hated them—and specifically Percy—was at this presumably dangerous ranch.
"But that's—"
"Percy Jackson," Geryon supplied. "Annabeth Chase, Patroclus Randolph, Pallas Gerard. And a couple of their monster friends. Yes, I know."
"Monster friends?" Grover said indignantly.
"That man is wearing three shirts," Tyson said.
Pat cocked his head to the side, "He's what?" He expected Pallas to explain for him, but Nico spoke first
"They let my sister die!" Nico's voice trembled with rage. "They're here to kill me!"
"Nico, we're not here to kill you." Percy said cautiously. "What happened to Bianca was—"
"Don't speak her name!" Nico yelled, "You're not worthy to even talk about her!"
"Wait a minute." Annabeth pointed at Geryon. "How do you know our names?"
"I make it my business to keep informed, darlin," He said, grinning. "Everybody pops into the ranch from time to time. Everyone needs something from ole Geryon. Now, Mr di Angelo, put that ugly sword away before I have Eurytion take it from you."
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Fanfic(Atropos cuts the threads of Human Fate.) Pat was destined for something great. Apollo himself had said it. The only issue is, no one knows what he's meant to do or how he's involved in the so-called Great Prophecy. Percy is the only son of Posideon...
