The cabin counselors of camp Half-blood where all sitting around the infamous ping-pong table in the middle of the night. It was dead silent. Nobody had bothered to put on the lights, causing the room to be pitch black. A clock that nobody had ever noticed during the day time struck twelve. Slowly, the door opened. A small bit of light fell through the door - the moon was bright and full that night. Two people walked through the door, before it closed again.

They made eery sounds while trying to get comfortable on their chairs. It made a lot of counselors feel ancy. The sound of chairs moving made one of them shake. Someone lighted a few candles, which gave the room an even creepier atmosphere. The person who had walked into the room last put a map on the table. 'So. Let's get straight to the point.'

'This is way to dramatic,' Annabeth said, still shaking from laughter.

'Shut up, Annabeth,' Connor answered. 'So, the special, elite team, that I picked out and no, I do not accept constructive criticism, will step into the car that I did not steal, shut up, and we'll drive to camp Jupiter.' He left a dramatic pause in his speech. Annabeth rolled her eyes, but nobody could see that by the shady candle light.

'After we arrive, we sneak into the camp. We know how to do that. Somebody has a part in it, but we'll tell more about that tomorrow.' Piper raised her eyebrows.

'Are you telling us the plan to prank camp Jupiter back, or are you secretly setting up a prank and trying to get all of us to walk right into your trap?' she asked. Connor shrugged.

'You never know. Now, after we've done that, we'll explain the rest of the plan.' Someone sighed.

'I'm with Piper,' Katie Gardner said. Travis sighed.

'It's our only way to get back at them for setting off those cannons just outside of camp so we all thought we were attacked!' He answered.

'Why don't we just set off fireworks at midnight without telling them, or something?' someone else asked.

'Because that's lame,' was Connors' short answer. 'Just trust us.'

'Trust you?' Clarisse and Pollux said at the same time.

'Yes.' Travis blew out the candles. 'The meeting is over. We'll see all of you tomorrow, plus the rest of our super elite team.'

'Travis...'

'No, Annabeth. Trust us.' The brothers walked out of the room, with their map. Percy put his hands to the table. 'So I guess all of the 'Don't go at once, come at midnight,' stuff was just for show,' he sulked. Jason, who was sitting next to him, sighed.

'I guess.' He stood up and opened the door. 'I'm out. See you tomorrow.'

'So you want to go?' Will asked. Jason shrugged.

'Why not? Better than more sword training and daily grind, right?' Will tilted his head.

'That depends on what they're planning,' Nico stated.

'We'll see,' Lou Ellen mentioned. She also got up, and walked through the door that Jason was holding open. Nobody said anything else, while they all stepped through the door and walked back to their cabins (Except for Nico and Will. Nico shadow travelled them both away).

Yet, they were all on the main field the next day, at five 'O clock. 'This is an ungodly hour,' Nico groaned. Will shrugged. 'Well, Apollo is already out.' Nico shot him an angry look.

'Doesn't count.'

Annabeth looked around. 'Does anybody see Travis or Connor with the rest of their... Elite Troops?' she asked. Everybody shook their heads. Suddenly, the car doors slided open.

'Step in and you'll see us!' Travis yelled. Annabeth felt her eye twitch.

'Can you open the doors?' she asked in a tone that did not imply that she liked what they'd done. Travis laughed and opened the doors. 'Get in, losers. The rest can step into Connors' car.' Annabeth ignored the opened doors and slid into the passenger seat. 'Well, let's go before Chiron wakes up, shall we?'

They drove off. Annabeth looked outside the window. 'Travis?'

'Hm?'

'Do you have a plan?' The rest of the car shot Travis a few swift glances. Travis swallowed.

'Yes.'

'How well worked-out is it?'

'Halfway through.' He shook his head. 'It depends on how the romans react to the first part on our prank.' Annabeth sighed.

'Please tell me what the first part is.' Travis sighed, but lowered his voice.

'Have you seen those boxes in the back?' Annabeth looked at the back of the minivan. On the row behind her were sitting Percy, Clarisse and Lou Ellen. On the row behind them laid three boxes. 'I have now.'

'Well, those each contain one special bird. One of them produces a ridiculously loud sound - we got help from a few Apollo campers who swore not to tell anybody. The second bird can create storms with its Wings - no, don't ask, I don't know how or why or what either. We just found it.'

'And those two are in the back of this car right now?' Annabeth asked. Travis shrugged.

'They are well-contained. The third box contains a fire-breathing bird, with some help from the Hephaestus cabin. They made a small something or whatever to harness that power.'

'And what is the plan with these three magical birds that don't sound very safe?'

'We will put them in the holy chicken pen of camp Jupiter. If they all take refugee in the city, Connor and I will have to improvise. If they all stay in the camp, we have a plan.' Annabeth sighed.

'I guess we'll have to trust you. But Travis?'

'Yes?'

'Try not to set the entire camp on fire if you can help it.'

At nine A.M, three hours after the mini buses departed from Long Island, they arrived at Camp Jupiter. The campers got out of the mini buses, most of them still yawning. Connor walked to the other minivan to help Travis with the boxes filled with dangerous birds.

They put all three of them on the ground. Travis looked up. 'So. all get behind the minivans, please. We are going to release the creatures.' A few campers yelped. Annabeth rolled her eyes. 'Have fun with your chickens, boys,' she said, while she walked around the vans. The other campers made confused noises.

Connor sighed. 'Shh.' he slid open one of the boxes, while Connor opened the other one.

'Stay quiet now,' Travis whispered. Together, they opened the box with the third bird.

Wow, they really look like chickens, Annabeth thought to herself. Connor and Travis muttered something to the birds before slowly walking back to the vans. With a frightingly high speed, the birds ran to camp Jupiter.

When they were gone, Annabeth smirked. 'So. Now you chickens went to camp Jupiter. Do we have to wait now?' she asked. Travis and Connor nodded.

'Until we hear the first birds' sound.'

'Do you know how that sounds?'

'Somewhat. Now stop asking questions, we know what we're doing.'

Reyna was still asleep when the first bird started softly humming. She opened her eyes and slowly got up. The sound she heard outside got louder. She stepped out of bed. It got even louder. She grabbed her sword from her night stand. Still in her pajamas, she walked out of her room. On the other side of the hallway, Frank opened his door. 'What's that?' he asked. Reyna shrugged.

'I don't know. I have never heard anything like it.' She strengthened the grip on her sword. 'But we are going to investigate. Follow me.'

When they stepped through the door, they saw that most of the soldiers were already outside. The sound had gotten even louder. 'Reyna! What is that sound!?' A centurion who came running up to the door yelled. Reyna looked at him. He closed his mouth and straightened his back. 'Get your cohort in order,' Reyna commanded. She stepped past the centurio.

She looked around and sighed. 'Centurio's! Get your cohorts in order!' she commanded. Immediately, centurion's started to run around, trying to find all of the soldiers of their cohorts.

After a few seconds, the new roman oracle came running down the small street, which had the cabins of the 'Reyna! Reyna! There are suddenly more holy chickens than usual and I think that one of them might be producing this... sound!' He coughed. Reyna turned her head towards him. 'Stay here. Frank, you make sure they all get in order!' She yelled over her shoulder.

She walked down the street, towards the pen of holy chickens. She didn't even bother counting them. It was very clear that one of them was producing the ear-piercing sound that was now as loud as a fire alarm. Without hesitation, she stepped over to it, with her sword raised.

Before she could strike, she felt a hand on her arm. 'Stop!' she heard the new oracle say. 'They're holy chickens! We cannot kill them, even if they are intruders!' she said with panic in her voice. Reyna stared at her. 'Cherryl, that bird is clearly a monster. We need to expel it.'

'Don't you remember what happened when those guys from the navy threw the holy chickens into the sea?'

'That was in the fourth century.'

'Reyna! We can't risk it! It'll stress out my chickens!' Reyna took a deep breath.

'Alright, then. But we need to get that out.' Without bothering to listen to more of the oracles' screaming, she picked up the chicken.

For a few seconds, it went silent. t was heavenly. Yet, then the storm chicken jumped to action. Reyna and the oracle were literally blown away, with the first bird and all. The oracle screamed and started crying 'I told you! Their mad!' The oracle yelled. Reyna pushed her away.

'Get to the cohorts!' she commanded. The oracle listened. Still crying, she ran away. Reyna stared at the chicken. It had flown into the sky, up onto the building of cohort seven. She knew exactly what it was going to do. Reyna picked up a rock and threw it at it's head, trying to knock it out before it could start a storm powerful enough to take the building down.

She hit it's head with the rock - but that did not work the way she wanted. Instead of being knocked out, the chicken made up a bigger tiny storm before jumping of the roof and onto Reyna's shoulder.

Half of building eleven got destroyed. Reyna bit her lip. With one chicken in her arms and another on her shoulder, she started to walk back to the central square where the cohorts were gathered (Well, Reyna hoped they were already gathered).

Yet, she felt like it wasn't done yet. Of course, she was right. The third and final magical bird came running up behind her. This time, she did not hesitate. She dropped the first bird and kicked the third away. It opened its' mouth, which caused a gust of fire to come out of it. Yet, it did not hit one of the buildings.

The first bird started humming again. Quickly, she picked both that and the third chicken up, before continuing her way down to the square.

While this all was going on, Travis, Connor and Annabeth had sneaked up on to the chicken pen, all with a wooden box in their arms. 'So, you only told all of us to come because of the drama and because you thought all counselors wanted to be there?' she asked. Connor nodded, while putting the pen open. In the distance, they saw a gust of fire going up into the air. 'Alright, the pen is open,' Travis whispered. They begun to run past the back of the buildings, to the main square.

Reyna came walking up the square, with the chickens. She heard the oracle cry and scream. She rolled her eyes and sighed. Yes, the new oracle was good at predicting the future, but she flew into panic way to easily. Frank was looking over the cohorts. 'Are those the reason for the sound?' he asked. He sounded confused - Reyna couldn't blame him.

'Yes. We need to get rid of them.'

'We can help!' She heard behind her. Travis came running up to her with his box. He softly got the first chicken out of Reyna's arms and put it into the box. Connor and Annabeth did the same thing with the second and third chicken.

Reyna let out a breath. 'Alright. They're in boxes know. First of all, how did they get here, and second, what are we going to do with them?'

'We don't know how they came to be and we are going to bring them back to a pet shop.' Reyna tilted her head. 'Well. Thanks,' she bit in Travis face. 'How... fortunate that you guys just showed up when we needed you.' Connor shrugged.

'Welp. No problem, bye!' With their boxes of chickens, the greeks ran away.

'Let me get this straight. We acted like we saved the day so Reyna could not punish us right then and there, right?' Annabeth asked. Travis and Connor nodded.

'Yep. Now, we will bring these away to a place that is definitely not a pet shop, and then we'll wait until Camp Jupiter strikes back,' Connor answered.

'If they strike back. I mean, if it really worked, everyone there now believes we have nothing to do with it, right?'

'No, Travis. These people are also smart, they'll figure it out,' Annabeth answered in Connors' place. Travis rolled his eyes. 'Well, me and Connor will think of another plan if that would happen,' he fired back.

'One more question, though,' Annabeth said. 'Why did you tell us you'd bring an 'Elite team?'' Travis nodded at the boxes. Annabeth rolled her eyes. 'Forget I asked.'