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

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“Don’t break the rules,” Eurytion warned as we walked up the steps to the front porch. “No fighting. No
drawing weapons. And don’t make any comments about the boss’s appearance.”
“Why?” I asked. “What does he look like?”
Before Eurytion could reply, a new voice said, “Welcome to the Triple G Ranch.”
The man on the porch had a normal head, which was a relief. His face was weathered and brown from
years in the sun. He had a slick black hair and a black pencil moustache like villains have in old movies.
He smiled at us, but the smile wasn’t friendly; more amused, likeOh boy, more people to torture!
I didn’t ponder that very long, though, because then I noticed his body…or bodies. He had three of
them. Now you’d think I would’ve gotten used to weird anatomy afterJanus and Briares, but this guy
was three complete people. His neck connected to the middle chest like normal, but he had two more
chests, one to either side, connected at the shoulders, with a few inches between. His left arm grew out
of his left chest, and the same on the right, so he had two arms, but four armpits, if that makes any sense.
The chests all connected into one enormous torso, with two regular but very beefy legs, and he wore the
most oversized pair of Levis I’d ever seen. His chests each wore a different color Western shirt—green,
yellow, red, like a stoplight. I wondered how he dressed the middle chest, since it had no arms.
The cowherd Eurytion nudged me. “Say Hello to Mr. Geryon.”
“Hi,” I said. “Nice chests—uh, ranch! Nice ranch you have.”
Before the three-bodied man could respond, Nicodi Angelo came out of the glass doors onto the porch.
“Geryon, I won’t wait for—”
He froze when he saw us. Then he drew his sword. The blade was just like I’d seen in my dream; short,
sharp, and dark as midnight.
Geryon snarled when he saw it. “Put that away, Mr.di Angelo. I ain’tgonna have my guestskillin ’ each
other.”
“But that’s—”
“Percy Jackson,” Geryon supplied. “Annabeth Chase.And a couple of their monster friends. Yes, I
know.”
“Monster friends?”Grover said indignantly.
“That man is wearing three shirts,” Tyson said, like he was just realizing this.
“They let my sister die!”Nico’s voice trembled with rage. “They’re here to kill me!”
“Nico, we’re not here to kill you.” I raised my hands. “What happened to Bianca was—”
“Don’t speak her name! You’re not worthy to even talk about her!”
“Wait a minute,” Annabeth pointed at Geryon. “How do you know our names?”