"We're fighting for our lives," I said, "and they're bickering about some stupid

chariot."

 

"They'll get over it," Annabeth said. "Clarisse will come to her senses."

 

I wasn't so sure. That didn't sound like the Clarisse I knew.

 

I scanned more reports and we inspected a few more cabins. Demeter got a four.

Hephaestus got a three and probably should've gotten lower, but with Beckendorf

being gone and all, we cut them some slack. Hermes got a two, which was no

surprise. All campers who didn't know their godly parentage were shoved into the

Hermes cabin, and since the gods were kind of forgetful, that cabin was always

overcrowded.

 

Finally we got to Athena's cabin, which was orderly and clean as usual. Books

were straightened on the shelves. The armor was polished. Battle maps and

blueprints decorated the walls. Only Annabeth's bunk was messy. It was covered

in papers, and her silver laptop was still running.

 

"Vlacas, " Annabeth muttered, which was basically calling herself an idiot in

Greek.

 

Her second-in-command, Malcolm, suppressed a smile. "Yeah, um ... we cleaned

everything else.