The prisoner

Chapter twenty two: Smell greekfire in the morning (I love the)

Harry began whistling as he worked lacing underneath the Manhattan bridge suspended on nothing but a set of ropes ties to the axels of two nearby 4x4's.

Harry looked up when he heard the stampede of foosteps, he slung himself under the bridge. "Harry, it's Connor with reinforcements."

A member of the Hermes cabin jumped when they saw a pair of hands grab the edge of the bridge and Harry's face appeared. "Get those ropes from the 4x4's and guide me under the bridge...Have about five minutes of work. Four of you guide me under the bridge and the rest of you take defensive positions." He instructed.

Harry stuck the last sticks of TNT and Greek fire under the bridge and wired the charges to detonate on his phone call. He smacked the frame of the bridge and fell away as Connor and William swung him to the side closest to his bike.

As this was occuring the other half of the Hermes cabin were busy, pushing cars into the middle of the of Brooklyn Bridge whilst they were pulling sleeping mortals out of their cars. "Damn, this is strenuous, note work on physical strength and stamina if we survive." Travis said to himself.

Michael Yew and the Apollo cabin had set themselves behind makeshift barricade of cars. Who knew that cars were going to be so useful.

Similar defensive positions were being created and as everyone knew, the waiting was over and now the war was going to kick off at any second.

Annabeth and Percy had found a statue of one William H. Seward "What are we doing with a bronze statue?"

"It's an automaton, Seaweed brain...Most of the statues are. Plan 47 by Daedelus turns them into an army." Percy gulped remembering the Talos automaton.

"You think it's safe?" Percy asked tentatively.

"I don't have a clue Percy...I certaintly hope so." Replied Annabeth before activating the automaton.

"Where to next Percy?" Asked Annabeth as they jumped on the vespa.

"To where the Hudson and East meet." He replied and with that they took off, within ten minutes they had arrived and Percy throwing caution to the wind dived into murky waters where he proceeded to run his mouth off at the gods of the respective rivers.

It was only by the blessing of the Styx and a sand dollar that he managed to get out of the altercation alive and relatively unharmed.

Meanwhile both Katies had conjured thorns, brambles and nettles along their position whilst Katie Bell had through shady means, most possibly Sirius, Remus and the Stolls had got her hands on Mandrakes, Venemous tentacula and some Greek Ever Snapping Plant traps.

Ever Snapping Plant traps in essence are magically altered Venus Flytraps designed to protect property and the grounds. However these ones were altered again to eat anything that crossed overthem or within two metres of them. "What are those? Are they Venus Flytraps?" Gardner asked curiously.

"Yup, only they eat anything within two metres of them. The quivering things are fully matured mandrakes which are fatal to those who hear it directly and the other is a strangling plant, all of which are illegal to possess but under my control." Replied Katie with a tight grin.

Back with Harry and Connor, they were about to be hit by the first wave of the enemy composing of sixty minor demi-gods, five score hellhounds, ten Hypoborean's and Laistrogonians and three Phlanxes of Draceanae.

"Oh Olympus...We are screwed." Moaned Connor, only to be hit over the head by Harry who ahd just slid next to him, carrying saddle bags from his motorbike.

"Yes we are, but not here. Hermes Cabin take some explosives and matches." With that Harry was rolling at bundles of TNT, RDX and a few Greekfire molotof cocktails.

"Everything here, we light the rags or fuse and throw it, whilst I prep my phone." Harry instructed as he pulled at battered Nokia 3310, this was the same phone he had used when he blew up Warehouse.

"Harry is that a Nokia 3310?" Asked Connor incredulously, Harry merely grunted as he dialled a number.

Katie Bell ducked under a Javelin being thrown at her head, before she responded by launching a severing curse at the offending demigod who fell backwards in two pieces. Her phone began to vibrate madly. "Bad time Harry..." She dodged a hellhound and watched as it got swallowed by the Venus Flytrap.

"...I know, just letting you know the Manhattan Bridge is going up in flames, smoke and shrapnel." Came the gruff reply, over the background noise she heard the familiar sound of a molotof going off.

"Good luck. You'll need it." The pair hung up and Harry keyed 888 in rapid sucession.

"I love the smell of greekfire in the morning." He dialed the forth 8 and pressed ring.