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BOOK TWO OF THREE !!!
Mitchell didn't expect to wake up from a nightmare, only to find himself in a real one. When he finds Percy's bed empty in the middle of the night, he freaks out.
Mitchell will do whatever it tak...
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IT TOOK THE HEPHAESTUS CABIN PLUS Mitchell roughly seven months to get the Argo II ready. Blood (gold and red), sweat and tears were shed during the making, but the end product was magnificent.
It was two hundred feet long, with a bronze-plated hull, mounted repeating crossbows fore and aft, a flaming metal dragon for a figurehead, and two rotating ballistae amidships that could fire explosive bolts powerful enough to blast through concrete.
Mitchell paced the deck of their flying warship, checking and double-checking the ballistae to make sure they were locked down. He confirmed that the white 'We come in peace' flag was flying from the mast. He reviewed the plan with the rest of the crew — and the backup plan, and the backup plan for the backup plan.
Most important, he pulled aside their war-crazed chaperone, Coach Gleeson Hedge, and encouraged him to take the morning off in his cabin and watch reruns of mixed martial arts championships. The last thing they needed as they flew a magical Greek trireme into a potentially hostile Roman camp was a middle-aged satyr in gym clothes waving a club and yelling "Die!"
Everything seemed to be in order. Even that mysterious chill Mitchell had been feeling since the ship launched had dissipated, at least for now. The warship descended through the clouds, but Mitchell couldn't stop second-guessing himself.
What if this was a bad idea? What if the Romans panicked and attacked them on sight?
The Argo II definitely did not look friendly. It wasn't the most appropriate ride for a meet-and-greet with the neighbors.
Mitchell and Annabeth had tried to give the Romans a heads-up. They'd asked Leo to send one of his special inventions — a holographic scroll-to alert their friends inside the camp. Hopefully the message had gotten through. Leo had wanted to paint a giant message on the bottom of the hull-'WASSUP?' with a smiley face — but Mitchell didn't find it funny, he said it made the Greeks look like the — and I quote — stupidest pieces of shit to ever walk to earth, which you are, Leo.
Leo got offended at that, so he sent the scroll out of spite.
Mitchell punched him in the face for it.
The clouds broke around their hull, revealing the gold-and-green carpet of the Oakland Hills below them. Mitchell gripped one of the bronze shields that lined the starboard rail. His crew mates took their places.
On the stern quarterdeck, Leo rushed around like a madman, checking his gauges and wrestling levers. Most helmsmen would've been satisfied with a pilot's wheel or a tiller. Leo had also installed a keyboard, monitor, aviation controls from a Learjet, a dubstep soundboard, and motion-control sensors from a Nintendo Wii. He could turn the ship by pulling on the throttle, fire weapons by sampling an album, or raise sails by shaking his Wii controllers really fast. Even by demigod standards, Leo was seriously ADHD.
