Chapter 21

Annabeth and Phil ran through the airport. Out the windows, the full moon glared at them, and police cars flashed various colors in the distance. The elevator was crowded then they reached it.

"Go! The stairs!" Annabeth commanded, and she and Phil raced down the steps. Her bag repeatedly hit her side, full of ambrosia, nectar, mortal and non-mortal money, and well, other things girls carry around with them. She pushed the purse up further on her shoulder and shot out the door. The two demigods darted along various runways, traveling what seemed to them like miles on end. Out of necessity, they took a short breather and continued. Soon, Annabeth and Phil were close enough to catch exactly what was going on.

The luggage cart had crashed right into a tree, and the policemen were just standing around, talking.

"Are you sure you called an ambulance, Dennis?"

"Positive. They'll be here in a minute."

"Can't we just taser 'em to wake 'em up?" asked another cop.

Annabeth figured that the Marauders were knocked out.

"No, but we should definitely make sure their tongues are down, so they don't choke themselves," replied Dennis. The other cops agreed and soon they were inspecting the insides of the Marauder's mouths.

"Nasty! This one's breath smells horrible!" commented a younger policeman. (Poor James had forgotten to pack his toothbrush)

"Get over it, rookie. You'll learn soon that there are plenty of worse things you'll have to deal with than smelly breath," a graying policeman told him.

At this moment, Annabeth and Phil ran over to a police car far off from the crash. Annabeth told Phil to lie down in the grass, so he couldn't be seen. Then, she started her very clever plan. She hid behind the car and screamed a high pitch girly scream. Then she exclaimed, "Ow! Help!"

She peeked under the car and saw the policemen looking in her direction.

"I got this. It's just a girl by the sound of it," a cop said. He was a taller man with an overconfident expression. He jogged over to the car.

"Miss?" he asked as he came around to the other side where Annabeth was. But to his misfortune, he didn't know that she wasn't a damsel in distress. She was Annabeth Chase, owner of the world's finest invisibility hat.

Before the policeman had reached her, she had thrown on her special cap. Thankfully, Phil was also invisible in the dark grass, so the policeman didn't see him either. Annabeth snatched the cop's walkie- talkie from his belt. It was one of those old, heavy, box-shaped ones. The cop barely had time to notice his floating radio before it came down, clunk!, on his head. He was out cold.

Annabeth held the radio in one hand and took off her hat with the other.

"Phil! C'mere!"

Tyson would be perfect for this, but Phil will have to do. She thought.

Phil army crawled through the grass and swiftly stood once behind the police car.

"Pretend you're an older assistant chief of police, so we can distract the cops and get to the boys," Annabeth handed him the walkie-talkie.

"But I don't know what to say!"

"Just repeat after me into the radio. Come in! Come in!"

"Come in! Come in!" Phil repeated in a deeper, richer voice as he held the button down.

"Who is this?" came through the radio. Phil peered around the car and saw a policeman on a transceiver.

"Assistant Chief of police. You haven't met me yet. I'm newer," Annabeth said and Phil repeated.

"Oh. What is it? Over," the policeman asked.

"There was a mass shooting down Broad Street. Chief wants all of his men there at once," Annabeth and Phil replied.

"Roger, but we're busy with another case! Are you saying that Chief want us to abandon whatever we're doing and just head down to Broad Street? That's crazy! Over."

"Well, how important is whatever you're doing?" Phil asked him.

"Some teenagers stole a luggage cart and crashed into a tree. They're knocked out, but eles estao ben. It's not muito importante."

"Did you call an ambulance?"

"Roger."

"Did you tell 'em where the crash was?"

"Roger."

"Than no worries. Leave the rest to the EMTs. The Chief wants every one of you to get to Broad Street at once! Don't leave a single man behind! This is very important."

"And crazy…"

"Are you asking to be fired? Because I can tell the Chief."

"No, sir!"

"Good. See you at Broad. Over."

The policemen got in the few cars surrounding the luggage cart, and a couple raced over to the car Annabeth and Phil were near. Annabeth threw her hat back onto her head and shoved the radio under her shirt as they approached, so it wouldn't draw attention. (How would you react if you saw a floating walkie-talkie?) The men hopped into the seats and revved the engine.

Once they were gone, Annabeth and Phil sprinted over to the Marauders, who were still knocked out. Annabeth fished out a bottle of nectar from her bag and poured some down Sirius and James' throats. Once they were practically awake, she shoved ambrosia into their mouths and made them chew. She and Phil climbed up into the blue compartment and did the same thing to Remus.

While Annabeth fed Remus, Phillip stared in awe at the werewolf's odd-looking, furry, blood-covered, body. When it awoke, Phil and she jumped off the compartment and onto the asphalt.

"Annabeth?" asked Sirius.

"Yes. It's me. And Phil, too," she told him.

"Prongs, are you awake?"

"Right here. But boy, does my head hurt. Can I have some more magic lemon squares?" he asked Annabeth.

"Too much can make you feverish, and way to much burns you up," she informed him.

"Please?"

"I suppose I should give you more. The paramedics are coming soon, and we'd want you to get away from here as quick as possible." She handed some to James and some to Sirius, but she gave more to the latter. "Can you give some to Remus? He's awake but he'll probably hurt me," she told Sirius.

"Yeah I got it. Mooooooooon boy!"" Sirius shoved some ambrosia into his mouth, turned into a dog, and jumped up onto the blue compartment."

"Quickly! You guys need to get away from here!" Annabeth exclaimed.

Sirius shoved some more into Remus mouth with his paws. The wolf followed him off the luggage pile and into the woods. James lagged behind.

"So…you know?" he asked Annabeth frowning.

"Yep. I went looking for you guys back on the plane. And I found you."

"We can trust you with Remus' secret, right?"

"Of course!" answered Annabeth.

"And you?" James turned to Phil.

"What would you do if you couldn't? Erase my memories?" Phil joked.

"That could be arranged…" James said, reaching into his pocket.

"No! I promise I won't tell a soul! I was just kidding, anyway," Phil said.

"Alright." James looked into the woods. "I better catch up. See you." He hoisted up the drawstring bag on his shoulders. (He had remembered to bring this with him off of the plane and so did Sirius. James loved drawstring bags and the way they seemed to melt into your back so you forget you have them on.) James turned into a stag.

"Yeah. Meet us at the Augustos Capacabara Hotel in the morning!" She called after the buck, rejoining his friends. The three animals disappeared into the thick forest.

I'll be back with more in a week or so (Maybe earlier)! :D