Rick Riordan
The Battle of the Labyrinth - 04
“What?” I asked.
He grabbed two bars on our cell door and bent them wide enough for even a Cyclops to slip
through.
“Wait!” Grover called.
But Tyson wasn’t about to wait. We ran after him. The prison was dark, only a few dim
fluorescent lights flickering above.
“I know this place,” Annabeth told me. “This is Alcatraz.”
“You mean that island is near San Francisco?”
She nodded. “My school took a field trip here. It’s like a museum.”
It didn’t seem possible that we could’ve popped out of the Labyrinth on the other side of the
country, but Annabeth had been living in San Francisco all year, keeping an eye on Mount
Tamalpais just across the bay. She probably knew what she was talking about.
“Freeze,” Grover warned.
But Tyson kept going. Grover grabbed his arm and pulled him back with all his strength.
“Stop, Tyson!” he whispered. “Can’t you see it?”
I looked where he was pointing, and my stomach did a somersault. On the second-floor
balcony, across