Next chapter. Third person narration. Please let me know what you think.

Chapter Five-

"Nine of your number." Enrique had said. And so the the nine were decided, a ragtag group of the heroes of Camp Half Blood. Perseus Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Clarisse La Rue, Leo Valdez, Nico DiAngelo, Piper McLean, Jason and Thalia Grace, and Rachel Elizabeth Dare (surprisingly) had all been chosen. And Leo especially was absolutely thrilled to be one of them.

"We're the A-Team," He told the others as they waited for Enrique to come and teleport them to the camp. "We are the baddest of the bad, the best of the best-"

"Valdez?" Piper asked innocently.

"Yeah, beauty queen?"

"Put a sock in it."

"A sock where exactly, you need to learn to be specific, beauty queen," Leo countered without missing a beat. Annoyed, Clarisse grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and lifted him a good six inches off the ground.

"Shut up, Leo," She said dangerously. Leo nodded vigorously.

"Yes sir. Ma'am. Which ever one you prefer. Just please don't kill me. I'll be quiet." When she set him down, Leo mimed locking his mouth and throwing away the key.

"You know," Clarisse mused. "I could get used to this one."

"Don't get too excited yet, Clarisse." Annabeth said. "I doubt that he'll stay that way for long. Anyway, are we all here?" She asked, counting the heads. "Percy, Valdez, me, Clarisse, Piper, Jason, Nico-where's Nico? There you are. Please stay away from shadows, it makes it really hard to see you. Where was I? Right, Rachel, and Thalia. Nine. Fantastic."

"Indeed," A voice said from behind them. They turned to see Enrique glide in lazily, holding his scepter. "Are we ready to go?" The others nodded. "Then let's go," He waved his scepter and there was a flash of blue energy, and the sensation of falling downward.

For a scary moment, Percy thought that Enrique had killed them all, but a second later, they were standing in the middle of a desert.

"Where are we?" Percy asked.

"Where has Egypt always been in relation to Greece? To the south. And so, we are in the south of the country, New Mexico to be exact. I am afraid that we have some walking to do. The borders of my camp make it impossible to get any closer than this." Enrique explained.

A half hour later under the heat of the sun, Enrique stopped the group.

"I see it," Rachel said, amazed. "It's incredible." The others looked around, confused.

"See what?" Leo asked. "There's just sand, sand, and let me check, more sand. In other words, nada."

Frustrated, Rachel turned to Enrique, who was standing at the front of the group. He smiled hesitantly.

"Would you all please come up to where I'm standing?" The others went and stood side by side next to Enrique. Suddenly, Percy felt a strange impulse to say a phrase that had just appeared in his head, but found himself unable to pronounce it. Judging from the looks of confusion on the other's faces, they were struggling with the same thing.

"I would strongly advise you all not to try and attempt to say the words," Enrique said loudly. "If anyone other than a child of Egypt were to say them, you would burn up into flames immediately. Now, take this," He said, giving them each a rag. "And cover your eyes, nose, and mouth. Do not take it off until I say so." When he was satisfied that they had done as he asked, he turned to a small sand dune in front of them. The others felt a tension build in the air as he spoke the words that were on their minds.

The was a howl of winds, and sand erupted all around them. The ground quaking and shifting, they struggled to stay standing. And just as suddenly as it started, the sandstorm stopped.

"You can take off the rag now," Enrique said softly. One by one, they did as he said. And couldn't believe their eyes.

In front of them was an enormous stone pyramid at least seventy stories high. It had emerged from the sand where it had been completely hidden.

"Welcome to my home, Camp Tut." Enrique said, spreading his arms wide.

…...

Enrique led them to the entrance of the pyramid, a set of double doors large enough for a giant to walk through with room left over.

"This is amazing," Annabeth said. "I've always admired ancient Egyptian architecture."

"Thank you," Enrique said, beaming. "I will show you to your rooms, but first, you must meet the camp director."

"Sure," Piper said brightly. "Let's go."

…...

Enrique led them down so many flights of stairs, Leo felt that pretty soon the mole people would be knocking on the doors. But still they kept going, until they reached a small metal sliding door that looked like an elevator.

"The camp director lives here? What is he, a midget? This looks like an elevator."

"That's because it is an elevator," Enrique said patiently. "It's the only way to get right to the heart of the Pyramid. I need to go first, because I'm going to be his translator. See that light?" He said, pointing to a small green light that Leo had thought was a gem. "When it turns green again, take the elevator. Make sure all of you are together before you go in the room. See you soon," He said, and stepped into the elevator. The light turned red when the doors closed.

Five minutes later, the light turned green. It took two trips to get everyone to the center of the pyramid. The elevator deposited them in front of, once again, two large ornate doors.

"We all here?" Annabeth asked. "Good. Now let's meet this director guy."

The nine of them pushed open the doors, and found themselves in a dark room.

"They are here, my lord." Enrique said from the back of the room. Suddenly, the lights turned on, so brightly that everyone was left blind for a moment, spots dancing in their eyes. A young, maybe twenty year old bronzed man of average height was seated in a large throne. He was wearing golden headgear that reminded Percy of a pharaoh he had seen in a movie once, and was holding a black scepter that was slightly different from Enrique's. Enrique was standing at the side of the throne. The man stood up suddenly, and Enrique knelt. The others did likewise. The man put a finger on Enrique's head for a moment, and the latter's eyes flashed blue.

"Please, get up," the Pharaoh guy said. "Welcome, and I hope you enjoy your stay here. My name is Tutankhamen, or, as you westerners know me, King Tut."