"No problem," I squeaked. "Follow that pig!"

 

The porker had taken a right at East 42nd and was flying back toward Fifth

Avenue. When it flew above the rooftops, I could see fires here and there around

the city. It looked like my friends were having a rough time. Kronos was

attacking on several fronts. But at the moment, I had my own problems.

 

The Hermes statue was still on its leash. It kept bonking into buildings and

spinning around. The pig swooped over an office building, and Hermes plowed into

a water tower on the roof, blasting water and wood everywhere.

 

Then something occurred to me.

 

"Get closer," I told Blackjack.

 

He whinnied in protest.

 

"Just within shouting distance," I said. "I need to talk to the statue."

 

Now I'm sure you've lost it, boss, Blackjack said, but he did what I asked. When

I was close enough to see the statue's face clearly, I yelled, "Hello, Hermes!

Command sequence: Daedalus Twenty -three. Kill Flying Pigs! Begin Activation!"

 

Immediately the statue moved its legs. It seemed confused to find that it was no