Biology really needs to go crawl in a hole and die. I'm sorry, I just felt like saying that.

I woke up bright and early the next day, I even had enough time to cleanse myself of the dirt that had collected on my person, which felt pretty good. I had a hearty, nutritious breakfast of fruit loops and French toast and then went to stand next to Leo in the arena. This whole competition thing was becoming routine.

"Now campers" said Athena, here we go again… "As we told you yesterday you have one more task to complete. Yesterday those of you who reached the center of the maze in time retrieved a scroll from it. This scroll is the key to your completing the task…"

Oh shit… "Leo" I hissed "do we have the scroll?"

"Uuuuummmmmm…I think I used it to wipe my hands, which would mean it's in the garbage in bunker nine." He replied as he fiddled with some wires.

"Okay, as long as we got it."

"…which is to navigate your way past numerous obstacles towards a meeting point, using nothing but the scroll as your map. You will begin in area you are unfamiliar with, you will have no idea where you are. Any questions? No, alright then, here are the rules for the task: there can be no conferring between teams, no maiming or otherwise harming other teams, no help from the gods, and no use of mortal transport." Okay, maybe this was going to be a little different. She continued on smoothly, "You will be transported to the starting place by Apollo in his sun chariot."

"Cool!" I heard Leo whisper yell in my ear.

"'Sup kiddos." Said Apollo from behind the wisdom goddess "We leave in half an hour."

"Hurry Up!" screamed Leo, grabbing my hand and dragging me towards bunker nine.

After much searching we eventually found the sticky, oil stained map, thankfully just in time to make it to Apollo's sun chariot, which was in a sleek, minivan form.

I slipped into a cushy seat next to the window and stared out at the view of camp, wondering where we were going. Leo sat next to me, and slipped one hand into mine before chatting animatedly with Jason and Piper who sat next to him. I was just starting to think that hey, this trip could actually be pretty cool when Apollo turned on the sound system and Friday blasted from the stereos.

Lord Zeus, please kill me now.

We zipped over lakes, hills deserts and cities so quickly I wondered if we were traveling at the speed of sound. It would have been a great trip had it not been for the facts that Apollo decided to force all to listen to Justin Bieber, and Leo had fallen asleep and was drooling on my shoulder, although I still couldn't decide whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. Then he started snoring, okay, definitely a bad thing.

At almost the exact same time as I was screaming at Leo to wake the hell up the minivan jolted to the floor. We were in the middle of a desert. It looked like the kind of place you would expect to see tumbleweed go rolling across the planes before the camera zoomed out to see two cowboys with bowed legs facing off, hands itching to reach for their pistols and start shooting.

"Welcome to Death Valley!" cried Apollo ecstatically, throwing his hands in the air "your current location is marked with a big red dot…oh and just to make sure you don't cheat" Apollo trailed off and clapped his hands together. Instantly all the other pairs disappeared. "Now you can't see or hear each other." He laughed as he hopped into the sun chariot, now a gleaming Porsche 918 Spyder, I noticed with envy. "Good luck" he called after us as he sped off.

"Okay" said Leo flatly, then as if trying to cheer me up he said "Let's do this!" in the most fake upbeat voice I have ever heard.

As we drew out the map and carefully flattened it out to take a look a ball of tumbleweed skittered past our feet. Just brilliant.

Yup, so I decided to make this the last task, but don't worry it'll be a long task, this fic still has several chapters left to go. And, sorry that this was just a filler, and for the length, nut it was short or nothing because I have so many exams to study for *falls to the floor, foaming at the mouth* But a Porsche 918 Spyder, my dream car…too bad it'll never happen.