Rick Riordan
Percy Jackson and the Olympians
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"Nothing!" Tempest said. "You're right, boy. It's nothing!"
"Tell me."
"No!" they all screamed.
"The last time we told, it was horrible!" Tempest said.
"Eye tossed in a lake!" Anger agreed.
"Years to find it again!" Wasp moaned. "And speaking of that—give it back!"
"No!" yelled Anger.
"Eye!" Wasp yelled. "Gimme!"
She whacked her sister Anger on the back. There was a sickening pop and something flew
out of Anger's face. Anger fumbled for it, trying to catch it, but she only managed to bat it with the
back of her hand. The slimy green orb sailed over her shoulder, into the backseat, and straight into
my lap.
I jumped so hard, my head hit the ceiling and the eyeball rolled away.
"I can't see!" all three sisters yelled.
"Give me the eye!" Wasp wailed.
"Give her the eye!" Annabeth screamed.
"I don't have it!" I said.
"There, by your foot," Annabeth said. "Don't step on it! Get it!"
"I'm not picking that up!"
The taxi slammed against the guardrail and skidded along with a horrible grinding noise. The
whole car shuddered, billowing gray smoke as if it were about to dissolve from the strain.
"Going to be sick!" Tyson warned.
"Annabeth," I yelled, "let Tyson use your backpack!"
"Are you crazy? Get the eye!"
Wasp yanked the wheel, and the taxi swerved away from the rail. We hurtled down the
bridge toward Brooklyn, going faster than any human taxi. The Gray Sisters screeched and
pummeled each other and cried out for their eye.
At last I steeled my nerves. I ripped off a chunk of my tie-dyed T-shirt, which was already
falling apart from all the burn marks, and used it to pick the eyeball off the floor.
"Nice boy!" Anger cried, as if she somehow knew I had her missing peeper. "Give it back!"
"Not until you explain," I told her. "What were you talking about, the location I seek?"
"No time!" Tempest cried. "Accelerating!"
I looked out the window. Sure enough, trees and cars and whole neighborhoods were now
zipping by in a gray blur. We were already out of Brooklyn, heading through the middle of Long
Island.
"Percy," Annabeth warned, "they can't find our destination without the eye. We'll just keep
accelerating until we break into a million pieces."
"First they have to tell me," I said. "Or I'll open the window and throw the eye into oncoming
traffic."
"No!" the Gray Sisters wailed. "Too dangerous!"
"I'm rolling down the window."
"Wait!" the Gray Sisters screamed. "30, 31, 75, 12!"
They belted it out like a quarterback calling a play.
"What do you mean?" I said. "That makes no sense!"
"30, 31, 75, 12!" Anger wailed. "That's all we can tell you. Now give us the eye! Almost to
camp!"
We were off the highway now, zipping through the countryside of northern Long Island. I
could see Half-Blood Hill ahead of us, with its giant pine tree at the crest—Thalia's tree, which
contained the life force or a fallen hero.
"Percy!" Annabeth said more urgently. "Give them the eye now!"
I decided not to argue. I threw the eye into Wasp's lap.
The old lady snatched it up, pushed it into her eye socket like somebody putting in a contact
lens, and blinked. "Whoa!"
She slammed on the brakes. The taxi spun four or five times in a cloud of smoke and
squealed to a halt in the middle of the farm road at the base of Half-Blood Hill.