Percy Jackson, The 13th Olympian

Chapter 14

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Percy put on the invisibility cap on and he followed Thorn from a distance. He thought if Thorn had survived the fall from the cliff, then maybe just maybe Annabeth had too as well. His dreams were right then, she was alive and she was being held prisoner somewhere.

Thorn was keeping well back, and being careful not to be seen by the questers. Finally, Grover had stopped in front of a big building that said NATIONAL AIR AND SPACE MUSEUM. The Smithsonian! Percy had been here a million years ago with Sally but everything had looked bigger then.

Thalia had checked the door. It was open, however there weren't too many people going in. It was too cold, and school was out of session. They demigods and hunters slipped inside however Dr. Thorn hesitated. Percy wasn't too sure why but he didn't go into the museum. The monster turned around and headed across the Mall. Percy had to make a split-second decision and he did, he followed Thorn. The Monster crossed the street and started to climb up the steps of the Natural History Museum. There was a big sign on the door that said "CLOSED FOR PRIVATE EVENT!"

Percy followed Thorn inside, through a huge chamber full of mastodons and dinosaur skeletons. From up ahead, came voices, coming from behind a set of closed doors which had two guards stood outside. They had opened the doors for Thorn and Percy had to sprint inside before they had shut them again. When he was inside, what he saw was so terrible, if he had gasped out loudly, it would have gotten him killed.

He was in a huge round room that had a balcony ringing around the second level. On the balcony, it had at least a dozen mortal guards, plus two monsters. A reptilian woman with double-snake trunks instead of legs. Percy had seen them before, a few times when he was hunting as a god back in ancient Greece. It was a Scythian dracaenae. But that wasn't the worse of it. Standing between the Scythian dracaenae, Percy could swear that his old enemy Luke was staring straight at him. He looked terrible. Luke's skin was pale, his blond hair had started to almost looking gray, as if he had aged ten years in just a short amount of time. The angry light was still in his eyes and so as his scar, that ran down from his face. The scar was now an ugly red, as if it had been reopened. Next to him, sitting down, so that the shadows were covering him, was another man. All Percy could make out were his knuckles on the gilded arms of his chair, which looked like a throne.

"Well?" The man who sat in the chair asked. Percy knew it was Atlas, he had a few run ins with the Titan when he was a god. Dr. Thorn took off his shades, his two-coloured eyes which were brown and blue they were glittered with excitement. He made a stiff bow, then spoke in his weird French accent: "They are here, General but so is the Lost Olympian." Atlas' and Luke's face dropped. Atlas scowled and spoke "Are you sure." Thorn nodded. "I know the demigods are here but where are there?" Atlas boomed

"In the rocket museum, milord." A now nervous thorn." stammered out. Luke corrected him, "The Air and Space museum." Dr Thorn glared at Luke, "As you say, Sir." Percy got the feeling that Thorn would just as soon as impale Luke one of his spikes. "How many?" The son of Hermes asked, Thorn pretended not to hear the demigod. "How many?" The General aka Atlas demanded, "Four, General." Thorn said.

"The satyr, Grover Underwood, the girl with spiky black hair and punky clothes and that horrible shield." Thorn said, Luke interrupted, "Thalia."

Thorn then continued "Two hunters. One wears a sliver circlet." As the general heard that, he growled out "I know that one."

Everyone in the room, shifted very uncomfortably.

Luke turned to the General, "Let me take them. We have more than enough." The general shook his head, "Patience, they'll have their hands full already. I've sent a little playmate to keep them all occupied." Luke complained, "But." However, Atlas carried on "We cannot risk you, my boy." With a cruel smile, Dr. Thorn said "Yes, boy. You are much too fragile to risk. Let me finish them off." The General rose from his chair, "No!" Percy had got his first look on Atlas for a while, He was tall and muscular, with light brown skin and slicked-back dark hair. He wore an expensive brown silk suit like the guys on Wall Street wear, but you'd never mistake this dude for a broker. He had a brutal face, huge shoulders, and hands that could snap a flagpole in half. His eyes were like stone.