"No," I said. "Six-hundredth floor."

 

He checked us out. His eyes were pale blue and his head was completely bald. I

couldn't tell if he was human or not, but he seemed to notice our weapons, so I

guess he wasn't fooled by the Mist.

 

"There is no six-hundredth floor, kid." He said it like it was a required line

he didn't believe. "Move along."

 

I leaned across the desk. "Forty demigods attract an awful lot of monsters. You

really want us hanging out in your lobby?"

 

He thought about that. Then he hit a buzzer and the security gate swung open.

"Make it quick."

 

"You don't want us going through the metal detectors," I added.

 

"Um, no," he agreed. "Elevator on the right. I guess you know the way."

 

I tossed him a golden drachma and we marched ill rough.

 

We decided it would take two trips to get everybody up in the elevator. I went

with the first group.

 

Different elevator music was playing since my last visit — that old disco song