Annabeth had been terrified and outraged at the same time when she had ran into Bunker Nine with Hazel to find Frank on the floor, groaning in pain. They had quickly moved him to the Big House.
How could Percy do this? Furious, she stomped into Bunker Nine, walked straight up to Percy, and slapped his right cheek as hard as she could. The room echoed with a painful sound.
"YOU!" she yelled. "YOU- YOU ARE AN EXCUSE FOR A DEMIGOD!"
"Oh, come on, dear. Don't you call me that, to your beloved Percy."
"How could you do this to us, Percy?" Annabeth's nose was an inch away from Percy's. "Remember when we were all friends? How we loved each other? How we defeated Gaea together and faced every single problem together?"
"That's the problem," Percy muttered. "Gaea-my best friend's wife-is dead."
"Oh, Percy…"
Annabeth had disagreed to Frank's idea of torturing Percy with his old memories so he could at least remember them, but now she knew it had to happen.
"Percy Jackson," said Annabeth. "From now, Operation Save Percy will begin."