THE BATTLE OF THE LABYRINTH Percy Jackson ... - No one's invited.

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Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html Ithought we’d lost the spider until Tyson heard a faint pinging sound. We made a few turns, backtracked a few times, and eventually found the spider banging its tiny head on a metal door. The door looked like one of those old-fashioned submarine hatches—oval, with metal rivets around the edges and a wheel for a doorknob. Where the portal should’ve been was a big brass plaque, green with age, with a Greek?ta inscribed in the middle. We all looked at each other. “Ready to meet Hephaestus?”Grover said nervously. “<strong>No</strong>,” I admitted. “Yes!” Tyson said gleefully, and he turned the wheel. As soon as the door opened, the spider scuttled inside with Tyson right behind it. The rest of us followed, not quite as anxious. The room was enormous. It looked like a mechanic’s garage, with several hydraulic lifts. Some had cars on them, but others had stranger things: a bronzehippalektryon with its horse head off and a bunch of wires hanging out its rooster tail, a metal lion that seemed to be hooked up to a battery charger, and a Greek war chariot made entirely of flames. Smaller projects cluttered a dozen worktables. Tools hung along the walls. Each had its own outline on a Peg-Board, but nothing seemed to be in the right place. The hammer was over the screwdriver place. The staple gun was where the hacksaw was supposed to go. Under the nearest hydraulic lift, which was holding a ’98 Toyota Corolla, a pair of legs stuck out—the lower half of a huge man in grubby gray pants and shoes even bigger than Tyson’s.one leg was in a metal brace. The spider scuttled straight under the car, and the sounds of banging stopped. “Well, well,” a deep voice boomed from under the Corolla. “What have we here?” The mechanic pushed out on a back trolley and sat up. I’d seen Hephaestus once before, briefly on Olympus, so I thought I was prepared, but his appearance made me gulp. I guess he’d cleaned up when I saw him on Olympus, or used magic to make his form seem a little less hideous. Here in his own workshop, he apparently didn’t care how he looked. He work a jumpsuit smeared with oil and grime.Hephaestus, was embroidered over the chest pocket. His leg creaked and clicked in its metal brace as he stood, and his left shoulder was lower than his right, so he seemed to be leaning even when he was standing up straight. His head was misshapen and bulging. He wore a permanent scowl. His black beard smoked and hissed. Every once in a while a small wildfire would erupt in his whiskers then die out. His hands were the size of catcher’s mitts, but he handled the spider with amazing skill. He disassembled it in two seconds,then put it back together. “There,” he muttered to himself.“Much better.”
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html The spider did a happy flip in his palm, shot a metallic web at the ceiling, and went swinging away. Hephaestus glowered up at us. “I didn’t make you, did I?” “Uh,” Annabeth said, “no, sir.” “Good,” the god grumbled.“Shoddy workmanship.” He studied Annabeth and me. “Half-bloods,” he grunted.“Could be automatons, of course, but probably not.” “We’ve met, sir,” I told him. “Have we?” the god asked absently. I got the feeling he didn’t care one way or the other.he was just trying to figure out how my jaw worked, whether it was a hinge or a lever or what. “Well then, if I didn’t smash you to a pulp the first time we met, I suppose I won’t have to do it now.” He looked at Grover and frowned.“Satyr.” Then he looked at Tyson, and his eyes twinkled. “Well, a Cyclops. Good, good. What are you doing traveling with this lot?” “Uh…” said Tyson, staring in wonder at the god. “Yes, well said,” Hephaestus agreed. “So, there’d better be a good reason you’re disturbing me. The suspension on this Corolla is no small matter, you know.” “Sir,” Annabeth said hesitantly, “we’re looking for Daedalus. We thought—” “Daedalus?”the god roared. “You want that old scoundrel? You dare to seek him out!” His beard burst into flames and his black eyes glowed. “Uh, yes, sir, please,” Annabeth said. “Humph. You’re wasting your time.” He frowned at something on his worktable and limped over to it. He picked up a lump of springs and metal plates and tinkered with them. In a few seconds he was holding a bronze and silver falcon. It spread its metal wings, blinked its obsidian eyes, and flew around the room. Tyson laughed and clapped his hands. The bird landed on Tyson’s shoulder and nipped his ear affectionately. Hephaestus regarded him. The god’s scowl didn’t change, but I thought I saw a kinder twinkle in his eyes. “I sense you have something to tell me, Cyclops.” Tyson’s smile faded.“Y-yes, lord. We met a Hundred-Handed One.” Hephaestus nodded, looking unsurprised.“Briares?” “Yes. He—he was scared. He would not help us.”
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