"Psst! Layna! Wake up!"

A loud whisper broke through my dream, in which I was melting in a giant pot of my mom's chicken broth.

"Huh- whaaa?"

Clara shoved some work clothes into my hands.

"C'mon! Tonight's the night! We tested the car last night, the last crate of supplies is in Bunker Nine, let's go, before Capture the Flag!"

I sat up, groggy but understanding that it was important to get up before the others in our cabin. They probably wouldn't wake up until at least four 'o' clock. (We wake up kinda early, in case you couldn't tell.)

"What time is it?" I yawned. Gods, I hate getting up early!

"Two 'o' clock. Get up!" she hissed.

I got up and got dressed. Even though it was July, the air was cold, and I was sweaty from the dream. The wind coming in through the open window stung. We climbed out the window because the door is alarmed to keep out those Hermes kids.

"Your foot is in my face!" I hissed as Clara climbed out the window backwards.

"Yeah, well, your face is in my foot!" she responded, angry but amused.

I closed the window behind me, 'cause I'm funny that way.

We snuck off through the woods. At first it had been spooky, because there are, like, monsters and stuff in here, but now we were used to it. As long as I summoned fire in my palms, they would stay away.

The clearing was just ahead. We were almost there.

The flying car was made of pure gold, with guns on either side that were modified to shoot celestial bronze bullets. Chiron would not be happy about that, but who cared? There were huge wings on both sides, and the roof slid back, so the car could be roofless. There was a small hole in the back for bathroom breaks (sorry if we hit one of you guys! Kinda hard to aim from two miles up in the air, you know?), and a REALLY loud radio.

Oh yeah. This was gonna be fun!

Clara offered to drive first, because I was still, like, half asleep. However, the cold night air was waking me up fast, and so I didn't try to sneak off to the back to sleep.

Time to fly!