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

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couldn’t just leave him here. Tyson would cry for weeks.
“One game of rock, paper, scissors,” I blurted out. “If I win, you come with us. If I lose, we’ll leave you
in jail.”
Annabeth looked at me like I was crazy.
Briares’sface morphed to doubtful. “I always win rock, paper,scissors .”
“Then let’s do it!” I pounded my fist in my palm three times.
Briares did the same with all one hundred hands, which sounded like an army marching three steps
forward. He came up with a whole avalanche of rocks, a classroom set of scissors, and enough paper to
make a fleet of airplanes.
“I told you,” he said sadly. “I always—” His face morphed to confusion. “What is that you made?”
“A gun,” I told him, showing him my finger gun. It was a trick Paul Blofis had pulled on me, but I wasn’t
going to tell him that. “A gun beats anything.”
“That’s not fair.”
“I didn’t say anything about fair.Kampê’s not going to be fair if we hang around. She’s going to blame
you for ripping off the bars. Now come on!”
Briares sniffled. “Demigods are cheaters.” But he slowly rose to his feet and followed us out of the cell.
I started to feel hopeful. All we had to do was get downstairs and find the Labyrinth entrance. But then
Tyson froze.
On the ground floor right below,Kampê was snarling at us.
“The other way,” I said.
***
We bolted down the catwalk. This time Briares was happy to follow us. In fact he sprinted out front, a
hundred arms waving in panic.
Behind us, I heard the sound of giant wings asKampê took to the air. She hissed and growled in her
ancient language, but I didn’t need a translation to know she was planning to kill us.
We scrambled down the stairs, through a corridor, and past a guard’s station—out into another block of
prison cells.
“Left,” Annabeth said. “I remember this from the tour.”
We burst outside and found ourselves in the prison yard, ringed by security towers and barbed wire.
After being inside for so long, the daylight almost blinded me. Tourists were milling around, taking
pictures. The wind whipped cold off the bay. In the south, San Francisco gleamed all white and beautiful,
but in the north, over MountTamalpais , huge storm clouds swirled. The whole sky seemed like a black