I had a lot of work to do, so this chapter is very late. I'm so sorry. :( But here it is now! Thank for all the support! Thanks for following kelphead2 and Nictorious! Thanks for favoriting Nictorious, it means a lot. Also, replying to the comment from TrueTeal: no this is definitely NOT the end. Expect much, much more! Enjoy! ;D

Max:

Suddenly, a high pitched voice shouted over the intercom, "Land Ho!"

A thump rattled the ship, and I was almost thrown to the floor.

"Where are we?" asked Fang.

"I think we're at Camp Half-blood," I said.

"Oh, great..." muttered Fang. "We don't belong here Max, and you know it."

"Come on Fang, don't be so negative," said Angel. "These are good people."

I opened the door, and stepped outside. Percy was running down the hall. I followed him up to the deck, my flock trailing behind me.

Everyone was out of the deck. A handsome boy with blonde hair cut superman-style, and a boy with curly black hair and an impish face had Percy lifted on their shoulders

We were parked in the middle of a small field. On our left, there were a bunch of cabins, arranged in an Omega. One was bright green, had grass on the roof, and was decorated with flowers. Another had a flaming spear and a boar's head above the door. It was colored an angry red color, and the paint looked like it had been slopped on lazily. Another was the color of the ocean, and it seemed to ripple in the afternoon sun. A black trident was hung about the doorway. In the doorway, stood a monster. A cyclops. But he looked happy, and he was grinning. Arranged among the cabins, cheering and yelling when they saw Percy, were about a hundred or so people.

Mixed among them were little girls that had water dripping off of them, satyrs, and more little girls who were tinged green, and had leaves in their hair. Their dresses were woven from plant fiber. As I watched, one of these girls saw a satyr running at her desperately, his lips pursed for a kiss. Then, she turned into a maple tree with a poof of green smoke. The satyr kissed her bark at top speed. He crumpled to the ground, and the girl danced away giggling.

The campers helped us all off the Argo. Everyone was shouting, "Percy! Percy! Percy!"

Gazzy and Iggy ran around, Gazzy describing to Iggy everything he saw.

Angel was busy looking for so said Piper, and Fang and I went to the Big House to ask if we could stay here for a while. We had nowhere else to go, now that Gazzy and Iggy had blown up our house!

Even if they hadn't we couldn't have gone back there. It was too dangerous now. We would have to stay with the demigods of Camp Half-blood, and try to hide our secret.

Leo:

First things, first, I parked the Argo II back in Bunker 9. Then, just as I was leaving the forest, I heard snickering.

"Who's there?" I asked. No one but the Hepheastus campers, Chiron, Will solace, and the rest of the 7 knew where Bunker 9 was. I didn't know who this was, but they were not familiar to me.

"Darn it Iggy, now he knows we're here!" said a young boy. He sounded about 8 or nine.

Two boys ducked out of the trees. They were both blonde, with impish grins plastered across their faces. They reminded me of, well, me. I realized they were the mortals we had rescued along with Percy. I had only got a glimpse of them while they were unconscious before they were put in guest cabins. Now, I saw how blue the young one's eyes were, and how they sparkled with mischief. I already liked these two. The other one had blue eyes, but slightly cloudy looking. He wasn't even looked at me. His gaze was aimed to the left of me. I looked, but there was nothing there but more trees. Weird.

"Umm, what are you doing following me?" I asked.

The tall boy with the strange eyes shoved the younger one forward.

"It was your idea!" cried the boy, and shoved the taller one, who I assumed was Iggy, into my face.

"Whoa there, back it on up!" I said. "Why did you follow me here?"

"Percy told us all about you and everything! We heard you have explosives, and we wanted to see Bunker 9!" said the taller boy rapidly. Okay. I was not expecting that.

"All right," I sighed. "Follow me."

"Hooray!" cried the little boy. "By the way, I'm Gazzy, and that's Iggy. He's blind."

Ohhhh... That explained why his eyes looked so weird. But why did they have such weird names?"

"Why are you called Gazzy and Iggy?" I said. "Is it because Gazzy farts a lot?"

"Yep, we named ourselves!" said Gazzy, not at all jokingly.

A foul smell hit my nose, and I resisted the urge to vomit.

"Aww come on Gazzy, reaaaallly?" cried Iggy, coughing.

We came to the rock wall where the entrance to Bunker 9 was. I placed my hand on the wall, and it slid soundlessly inwards. The Argo II sat on its docking station, and blueprints lined the walls for various weapons of mass destruction, such as a magical strawberry harvester that had to be destroyed because it came to life and threw rotten strawberries at everyone.

"Where's the dragon?!" cried Gazzy

"Oh, Festus? He's in the Argo II right now.

"Can we see him, pleeeaaaase?!" cried Gazzy.

"I can't SEE him Gazzy," said Iggy.

"Whatever," said Gazzy, rolling his eyes. "I'm rolling my eyes Ig" These two were hilarious. I would have never thought that someone would roll their eyes at a blind person, then tell him they were rolling their eyes at him. The concept was ridiculous.

I took them to see Festus. Gazzy wanted to take him for a joyride.

"Why would you need a flying dragon when you..." started Iggy.

He stopped, like he'd said something wrong.

"When what?" I asked.

"Nothing," he said guiltily. He put his hand out and felt the heat radiating from the dragon. Festus let him feel around his face and wings, once I told him that Iggy was blind. He creaked when Gazzy scratched on his neck.

"This is so cool!" he said, glowing with joy.

After they saw Festus, I showed them the ship's controls. They wanted to go outside and test the ballistae, but I didn't let them. I figured 8 year old and 14 year old kids shooting ballistae would probably end up blowing up the entire camp.

When we left the Argo II, they looked at everything strewn in piles on the floor. "Where are the bombs?" asked Gazzy.

"There aren't any..." I said. I didn't mention the possibility to make some bombs with some of the gasoline and nitroglycerin in jugs.

"Whatever Gazzy," said Iggy. "I felt enough stuff in here to make several of our favorite ones we only dreamt about!" he exclaimed, smiling hugely.

"Are you serious?!" cried Gazzy. "Even the exploding rat?!"

"Yeah!" cried Iggy. "We could probably arm the entire camp with bombs with how much nitroglycerin they have here. Not to mention the household cleaners!" he practically shouted.

Okay. Who the heck were these kids. They likes bombs. I mean, I can't blame them, I love bombs too, but these kids were obsessed!

"You can make bombs?!" I said, startled.

They ignored me, and Iggy tossed Gazzy a bottle of Windex, and some sawdust and Gazzy took an old soda can, and a small piece of metal he took from his pocket and combined everything. He tore off a rag from a small grease cloth, hung it into the soda can, and put a piece of duct tape to close the opening. He shoved it in his pocket.

"Is that a bomb?!" I asked, nervously.

"Well duh," said Gazzy, rolling his eyes.

Ok these kids were scary, but kind of useful too. I would have to remember that recipe. I wondered what the metal was though.

"Okay then..." I muttered.

He made another one and handed it to Iggy. Iggy stuffed a roll of duct tape and some sawdust in his pocket. Gazzy pocketed two lighters. These kids were weeeeird. I don't know why I let them take the stuff. I mean, they were only mortals. But something in the back of my mind told me they knew what they were doing.

I wondered what Iggy had been going to say before he caught himself. Why would you need a flying dragon when you... what?

It's nothing, I told myself. We left Bunker 9, and headed back for camp.

Annabeth:

I was so glad to have Percy back, I decided to take a week off from re-designing Mount Olympus.

The thing was, he seemed so far away. He had been cringing away every time I hugged him. He still kissed me, but not like before. He had a funny look in his eyes, like he was hiding a huge secret. I couldn't figure out what it was though. What had they done to him at that DNA place?

If they had hurt him... I swear to the gods I would kill them all.

That night, the mortals joined us as we sat around the campfire.

"So, this is your camp, huh," said the one called Max.

"Leo showed us Bunker 9 and Festus the happy dragon!" cried the little boy.

"What's your name?" I asked him.

"Gazzy. This is Iggy," he said, pointing toward the tall one with disturbing eyes. They seemed to not be focused on anything. Gazzy saw my confusion and said, "He's blind."

Oh... that explained a lot.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said.

There was a tall pale boy who looked a lot like Nico. He had a permanent scowl on his face. A young girl with chocolate brown skin was babbling to some of the Aphrodite girls, and Piper.

"So you totally won't believe what I saw yesterday on TV!" she exclaimed.

"What?!" shrieked one of the girls.

"Like, Selena Gomez just was in a car accident, and she might die!" she cried.

"Oh Gods!" cried one of the girls. "That's awful!"

"I would cry but it would totally ruin my mascara!" said Drew.

Piper rolled her eyes at Drew, who stuck her tongue out in turn.

"You get cabin cleanup tomorrow morning," Piper said to Drew. Drew sighed and stomped away in a huff.

"Hi Piper!" I called.

"Hey Annabeth!" said Piper. "This is Nudge! She talks A LOT."

Max, who was standing near me, laughed and said, "We call it the Nudge channel: ALL Nudge, ALL the time!"

I snickered and Nudge rolled her eyes. I liked this Max girl. She was pretty funny. I had figured out that she was the leader, and she took care of everyone else. I had a feeling they didn't have any parents, or didn't know their parents. I decided to ask.

"So, do you guys have any parents?" I asked, casually.

"Well, of course we have parents, duh," said Gazzy. They had odd names man.

"But we don't know who they are," said Iggy.

"We're test-tube babies," explained Max. Test-tube babies?!

"Test-tube babies?!" I cried. The other campers turned and stared. Chiron gave Max an astounded glance, and said, "Well, I think we may not be quite done with the quest. I believe these mortals have something to tell us. Take a seat and let's hear what they have to offer,"

It didn't sound like a request. I sat beside Percy, and he reached out to hold my hand. Max stepped forward and cleared her throat. The tall, pale boy fidgeted like he was about to explode. Gazzy and Iggy (seriously who named these kids), were looked around nervously at the campers staring at them. The small blonde girl looked excited and was looking around at everyone and smiling. Nudge winked at one of the Aphrodite campers.

"Umm, Hi," said Max.

"So, umm, my name is Max, and this is Fang," she said, pointing at the tall pale boy who looked extremely uncomfortable, and was scowling at everyone still.

I cleared my throat, and said, "Why are you..."

"Named such weird things?" said Fang angrily.

"Well, yeah, I guess," I muttered, blushing furiously.

Max gave him an angry look, and he looked away.

"We named ourselves, that's why," she said.

Camper looked confused, and muttered amongst themselves.

"Now I know you're wondering why we named ourselves," she said, and some people nodded.

"It's because we wouldn't have names otherwise. We were test-tube babies, raised in a lab."

People gasped, and Chiron looked like he was about to faint.

"Go on," he said awkwardly.

"Well, we were kept in cages for the majority of our childhoods, and experimented on, tortured, and bla bla bla, bla bla. We only got out three years ago thanks to a nice whitecoat."

Everyone gasped including me. Whitecoats. The ones in the prophecy.