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POEM x.
Annabeth and Tyson quickly caught up to the two (with Albatross perched on Annabeth's shoulder), worry evident on their faces. "What's going on?" Annabeth inquired. "I heard you calling for help!"
Albatross fluttered over to Icarus, comfortably settling down on his shoulder.
"Me, too!" Tyson added. "Heard you yell, 'Bad things are attacking!'"
Icarus scrunched up his face. "We didn't call you guys," he muttered. "We're okay."
"But then who ..." Annabeth noticed the four yellow duffel bags, then the thermos and the bottle of vitamins Icarus was holding. "What–" she went to question.
"Just listen," Percy interrupted. "We don't have much time." he told them all about the conversation with Hermes, and by the time he was finished, screeching could be heard in the distance– patrol harpies picking up their scent.
"Percy," Annabeth said, "we have to do the quest."
Icarus nodded along.
"We'll get expelled, you know. Trust me, I'm an expert at getting expelled." Percy shrugged.
