Back in the forest, Doctor Thorn continued walking forward, carrying an unconscious Harry on his back. After a while, he stopped and then transformed into his human guise. In the process, Harry's limp body now found itself draped over one shoulder.

Thorn continued on until he reached a clearing and stopped. Then, there were multiple loud cracks as 10 figures in dark robes and masks appeared to surround the man and his hostage. One Death Eater stepped forward and took off his mask, revealing the face of Lucius Malfoy.

The blond-haired man had a wicked grin on his face as he removed a rather full-looking bag from his robes, "Excellent work, Mr Thorn. Our little distraction worked perfectly. I have waited a full year for my revenge on the Boy-Who-Lived. Damned brat tricked me into freeing my slave and landed me in Azkaban. Took a lot of greased palms to sneak myself and the others out without that buffoon of a Minister finding out. You're lucky that I managed to scrounge out 1 million Galleons to pay you. All those favors damn near cleaned out my Gringotts bank account."

Thorn had his own sinister grin, before turning and walking in a different direction. Lucius Malfoy's smirk was wiped off, "Hey! Where do you think you're going? You dare renege our deal? Which fool would pay you more than me? Do you know I am? Us Malfoys are the richest family in Wizarding Britain, just beating the Blacks. You should be fortunate that I painstakingly parted with a million Galleons to hire you."

Thorn stopped and turn his head back and nonchalantly said, "I am very sorry, mon ami. But I have another client who paid me 1 million Drachmae for the boy. Unfortunately for you, where I come from, One Drachma is equal to 10 Galleons. In essence, my other client paid me 10 million Galleons. I am just a mercenary after all, I just follow whoever has deeper pockets."

Malfoy was fuming, "I am so close to my revenge! You dare deny me!?"

He and the other Death-Eaters raised their wands threateningly. Lucius snarled, "Avada-"

Only to be cut off as a sharp projectile embedded itself in his neck. With wide eyes, he gurgled as blood poured out from the wound, and Malfoy collapsed, breathing his last. The other nine Death-Eaters quickly followed him on their one-way trip to the Fields of Punishment. Thorn retracted his tail, adjusted his grip on the unconscious Harry, and sniffed, "Wizards… So arrogant. They would have made excellent allies for The Crooked One if they were not so high and mighty."

With that, he transformed back into his real form and bounded away with his hostage, for parts unknown. In his wake, he left 10 black-robed corpses bleeding out on the forest floor.

Back with Ron, he picked up Harry's sword, which he turned back into a wand. Pocketing it, the redhead bolted back the way he came, his mind in full-blown panic mode. He kept running and running, before going smack into Ginny, sending them tumbling to the ground.

She sat up indignantly, ready to tell him off, when she saw the terrified look on his face. The girl grabbed his arms and hollered, "Ron! It's me! Hermione! I found Ron! Any luck finding Harry!?"

There were multiple footsteps, and they were soon joined by Hermione, Mackenzie, Katie, Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, the two Percys, Annabeth, Thalia, Grover, Nico and Bianca. A few seconds later, Arthur, Sirius and Remus joined them and Arthur hugged his youngest son, "Are you alright?"

Breathing heavily, Ron babbled, "Harry! Monster! Taken! Help!"

Sirius grabbed Ron and covered his mouth before calmly speaking, "Ron… Breathe. Calm down and take a deep breath. Now… what happened? Everyone's in full-blown panic mode. Fudge is trying to bury everything as usual. Now, tell us what happened."

Ron took a deep breath, "We were running to the forest, like you asked us to do. Then we realised that Harry got separated from us in the confusion. So, Hermione, Ginny, Mackenzie, the twins and I, split up to look for him. While searching, I saw some red sparks coming from somewhere and went to investigate. Then I saw Harry fighting off some kind of monster."

Annabeth jumped in, "What did the monster look like?"

He paused and shuddered, "It had the face of a bloke, body of a large lion and a tail curved upwards, like a scorpion."

Thalia cursed, "Di immortales! That's a manticore! Those things are pretty nasty."

Ron continued, "Harry got hit by one of the spikes from its tail and his movement kind of slowed. He saw me nearby and I think he had just enough strength to throw me his hunting horn. Obviously, I blew it and then the manticore went off with Harry."

Just then, there was a sound of a hunting horn, a clear, piercing sound. Annabeth cried, "The Hunters!"

Thalia grumbled, "Oh, wonderful."

The Hunters of Artemis came running out of the woods and gathered before their group. Zoe stepped forward and demanded, "We had heard Harry's distress horn sound, earlier, but we do not see him. Where is my brother?"

Ron hesitantly stepped forward and knelt with his head bowed, "Miss Zoe… He was kidnapped by a manticore. He fought bravely, but he got hit and taken somewhere. I'm sorry. I couldn't do anything to stop the monster."

Then, Artemis stepped out from the group and crouched low. She placed a gentle hand on his chin and made him look her in her silver eyes. The goddess spoke, "Ronald Weasley. Do not despair. You tried your best, and I am sure that he is still alive."

Then she straightened up and turned to Zoe, "Zoe, you and the Hunters shall stay here. I shall find my son and bring him home. Mr. Black, I trust that you shall open your home to my Hunters?"

Sirius bowed low, "It shall be done, my lady."

She sighed, "I feared that this was soon going to come to pass. Things are stirring that I have not hunted in millennia. Prey so old I have nearly forgotten. I had heard rumours about a Great Stirring. There was even talk of a monster that will bring about the downfall of Olympus. I will hunt down this monster and save my son, if it is the last thing I do. I must do this alone."

Zoe looked like she wanted to protest, but eventually bowed a little stiffly, "Yes, my lady."

Artemis stood up and broke into a run. Before long, she had disappeared into the woods. Then, Zoe turned to Sirius, "Mr. Black, may we have the address of thy abode?"

He was a little taken aback with the old way of speaking, before he said, "Number 12, Grimmauld Place, Borough of Islington, London."

She gave him a short nod, "Very well, we shall meet thee, over there."

Just like, that, the Hunters had all gone, running off into the woods in a different direction than the goddess. After they left, Bill let out a low whistle, "Merlin's beard! I never thought in my wildest dreams that I'd ever meet a goddess. I could feel her power from here."

Before long, the group spotted Cornelius Fudge, Ludo Bagman and Barty Crouch Sr, bustling towards them. Before the group met them, Sirius grabbed Percy Weasley's shoulder, "Remember what I said. Not a word about Harry's demigod status. Not even to Crouch or the Minister."

Fudge called out, "Is everyone alright? Terribly dreadful business. Bunch of drunk wizards somehow thought that it would be a fine idea to play a practical joke by dressing up as Death-Eaters. Even heard rumours of the Dark Mark being cast in the sky."

Sirius snapped, "Minister, with all due respect, this was no practical joke! My godson, Harry Potter, was kidnapped in the confusion."

He spluttered, "Surely not! All the Death-Eaters are safely in Azkaban! You-Know-Who is dead and gone! I will not have a panic on my hands!"

Sirius was close to losing his temper, when a random witch came running over. She cried out, "Minister Fudge! I think you should see this!"

Everyone hurried off deep into the forest until a sickening sight greeted them. Lying on the ground, with a Death-Eater mask loosely clutched in one hand, was Lucius Malfoy. There were nine others with Death-Eater garb and masks on. Fudge looked like he was about to go catatonic. He stammered, "B-b-but h-h-he said that he had been I-I-Imperiused. H-h-he lied about it!"

The Minister staggered away and took a minute to calm himself. Then with a deep breath, he turned to Crouch, "Barty, would you be so kind as to find Madam Bones? Tell her to get her best Aurors to find the Boy-Who-Lived."

With that, he Apparated away, and after a few more minutes, Bagman and Crouch followed suit.

A few tense days later, there was still no word from Artemis at all. Not even of Harry's whereabouts. As the agonising wait continued, the demigods often gathered in a large room and used it to hone their skills. Arthur decided to stay at Grimmauld Place for a while, and Molly also popped in

One week later, Ron woke up feeling absolutely miserable. He kept kicking himself because Harry was right there, and he froze up and allowed that monster to get away with his best mate. He trudged down for breakfast, but his heart wasn't in it anymore. He glanced at Percy Jackson, who looked like he had seen a ghost. He asked in a low voice, "You alright?"

That got the group's attention and Percy flushed a bit under the attention. He stammered, "I-I had a dream last night, about Harry. He was somewhere on a dark hill shrouded with fog. He was kneeling on the ground and the inky blackness was thicker around him. It was as if some kind of cave ceiling was crushing him. I saw Luke too, Harry was swearing up a storm and telling him that once he's free, he'll rip out his spine and beat him to death with it? Is that even possible?"

Sirius snorted, "Yeah he's definitely Lily's son. She had quite the temper, and she was pretty vicious. When Snape called her a slur, she just lost it right there and laid into him. I also remember when she accidentally got caught in one of our pranks and her hair was dripping slime. That night, she snuck into our dorms and shaved all four of us bald."

Everyone guffawed, which immediately died when Zoe stumbled in, looking freaked out. She slumped down in shock and everyone looked at her nervously. The immortal hunter breathed, "My lady is in trouble. I had a nightmare. It is possible that she may be lost, or worse, kidnapped."

That got the Hunters to cry out in shock and everyone else to shout frantic questions. Hermione exclaimed, "But she's a goddess! Who would have the power to do that?"

There was dead silence before Jackson growled, "Kronos. Him and Luke."

Suddenly, there was a sound of flames shooting out from the fireplace. The group turned to see a shell-shocked Albus Dumbledore step out of the green flames, brushing off some soot off his robes. He came forward and spoke to the group quietly, "Something odd just happened a few minutes ago. The Divination professor, Sybil Trelawney had just popped over into my office after breakfast, and we were talking for a bit. Then, some green mist overtook her and some of it entered her mouth. Then she said, "Eight shall go find the goddess and child in chains. One shall be saved in the land without rain. The bane of Olympus shows the trail. Divinity and Arcane combined prevail. The Titan's Curse must one withstand. And one shall perish by a parent's hand."

Nobody knew what to say for a few minutes. Annabeth was pale, "You said 'green mist'? I think this means that the spirit of the Oracle of Delphi temporarily possessed your faculty and delivered a prophecy! This is pretty unheard of!"

Then Zoe stood up, "Tis' clear to me. Whoever has absconded with Harry, has also somehow managed to capture My Lady. We must rescue them. I shall go."

Jackson stood up as well, with Annabeth, Thalia and Grover following suit, "Count us in". Bianca also stood up, "I'm coming too! I owe it to Harry. If he hadn't bumped into us at the Lotus Casino, who knows who long we would have been stuck there."

Finally, Ron and Hermione got up, "We're coming too! Harry is our friend".

At that moment, Molly Weasley decided to voice her objections. She loudly snapped, "ABSOLUTELY NOT! You all are too young! Leave this to the adults. I'm sure the Aurors will find Harry."

Zoe faced her, "Mrs Weasley, I understand thy concerns. However, I am older than I look. I have been alive for nearly two millennia, and have only remained youthful thanks to My Lady's blessing. As for my companions, Perseus, Annabeth, Thalia and Bianca have been training to fight for most of their lives. Grover is a satyr and is well-versed in tracking. As for Ronald and Hermione, my brother has trained them to the best of his ability. I do not doubt him at all. They are more than ready."

Grover helpfully said, "Also, I may not look it, but I am technically in my mid-forties. Satyrs age a lot slower than normal people."

Hermione also quipped, "Also the prophecy says 'Divinity and Arcane'. By divinity, I'm assuming demigods, and arcane is just another word for magic. So we have to go and do this together. Besides, I don't think any Auror will be able to face off against a monster."

Ron also stepped up, "Mum, I need to do this. You don't understand. I was right there when Harry was taken. I could have – I don't know – hexed that monster and bought time for Harry to defeat it or get him away. I failed him. And don't give me the excuse about the Trace on our wands. It's an open secret among many at Hogwarts, that the Ministry can only detect magic in areas where there is not much magic, particularly in Muggle-dominated areas."

"Oh Ron…", Bianca sympathetically pat his back.

However, Hermione was outraged, "What?! So if I tried practicing magic at home, I could be i trouble with the law. But any pureblood would practice magic as much as they want and get away with it? That is SO UNFAIR!"

Arthur Weasley sighed wearily, "Yes, unfortunately, that is the case. This was a law introduced by some strict purebloods around the time of the Wizarding War against You-Know-Who. Sadly, no one has ever had a chance to repeal it, and any attempts have often been blocked."

Zoe spoke up again, "What worries me the most is the line about the 'bane of Olympus'. Lady Artemis mentioned that there is talk of a monster that would be the downfall of Olympus."

Hermione piped up, "And what is this thing about the Titan's curse?"

Zoe had an uncomfortable look on her face, but no one noticed. Then Dumbledore clapped his hands, "So have we decided then?"

Zoe nodded, "We have."

Suddenly, Annabeth got up, "Guys! We need to head to camp and get some supplies."

Thalia swore, "Damn, you're right! I left my spear and shield in my cabin."

Sirius said, "Here… You can all use my Floo. I've connected it to the Big House's fireplace."

One by one, they Flooed to the Big House and informed Chiron and Mr. D about the situation. The centaur immediately approved of the quest, though Dionysus couldn't care less. Before they left, Nico grabbed Bianca's hand, "Sis? Promise me one thing. Please come back alive! You're the only one I've got, please?"

She knelt and stroked his hair, "I promise, Nico. Be good, and I'll come back with Harry. I'm sorry if I've been side-lining you with the excuse that you're too young. When I come back, we'll include you more often and step up your training, okay?"

Soon enough, they were kitted up and Ron's spear and Hermione's dagger were given upgrades. Then they were on their way in a minivan, with Zoe driving. Since she was the oldest, it would have been a lot less suspicious. The van zoomed down the streets of Manhattan, weaving through the traffic. As they drove, Jackson settled down for a small nap.

He would later regret that decision, as he immediately drifted off into dreamland. Jackson was back in that barren cave, the ceiling heavy and low above him. Harry was down on one knee, nearly buckling under the weight of a dark mass like a pile of boulders. He was far too tired even to cry out. As he continued to support the invisible burden his legs trembled. Safe to say, Percy was seriously worried about his friend running out of strength and the cavern ceiling collapsing on top of him.

"How is our mortal guest?" an unfamiliar male voice boomed. This voice sounded nothing like Kronos. Kronos's voice was raspy and metallic, like a knife scraped across stone. That voice never failed to haunt Jackson's dreams as it taunted him.

Meanwhile, Luke emerged from the shadows. He walked up to a struggling Harry and crouched in front of him, "Hey Harry, I got to admit. You're stronger than I thought. Don't worry, help has arrived. I'm not cruel, like the gods. You've earned a nice break."

Then the deep voice chuckled and then a large meaty hand thrust a familiar figure into the light – Artemis – her hands and feet bound in Celestial Bronze chains.

Her silvery dress was torn and tattered. Her face and arms were cut in several places, and she was bleeding ichor, the golden blood of the gods. The goddess' eyes fell on her son and they flashed in anger. She snarled, "How dare you? How dare you torture my son like this!"

Luke spoke softly, "I take no pleasure in this either. Fortunately, he can be saved. You can help save him."

Artemis did not hesitate, "Free my hands!"

Luke complied with a quick slash of his sword, Backbiter. Now free from her shackles, she rushed forward to Harry, who was straining under the burden. Artemis took the burden off his shoulders and he promptly collapsed and began twitching.

The man in the shadows chuckled. "You are as predictable as you were easy to beat, Artemis."

"You surprised me," the goddess grunted, straining under her burden. "It will not happen again."

"Indeed it will not," the unknown man said. "Now you are out of the way for good! I knew you could not resist coming to the aid of your first-born child."

Artemis groaned. "You know nothing of mercy, you swine."

He chuckled darkly, "On that, we can agree. Luke, you may kill the boy now."

"No!" Artemis shouted.

Luke hesitated. "Um… sir, he may yet be useful, sir. Further bait."

The other man snorted, "Bah! You truly believe that?"

"Yes, General. They will come for him. I'm sure."

The now-named General tsked, "Very well, assign a guard for him here. Assuming the demigod spawn does not die from his injuries, you may keep him alive for a little while longer. After that, if our sacrifice goes as planned, his life will be meaningless. The lives of all mortals will be meaningless."

Luke came close to pick up Harry's body, which had stopped twitching. Suddenly, the son of Hermes reeled back as Harry's fist connected with his nose. After using the last of his strength, Harry slumped, and Luke tentatively carried him away from the goddess. As he was dragged away, Harry feebly groaned, "I waited three years to do that, you git. It was worth it."

Struggling under the weight, Artemis spat, "You will never find the monster you seek. Your plan will fail."

"How little you know, my young goddess," the man in the shadows chortled. "Even now, your darling attendants begin their quest to find you. They shall play directly into my hands. Now, if you'll excuse us, we have a long journey to make. We must greet your Hunters and make sure their quest is… challenging."

The man's laughter echoed in the darkness, shaking the ground until it seemed the whole cavern ceiling would collapse.

With that, Jackson woke up with a start and was breathing heavily. Next to him, Annabeth had a concerned look on her face, "You okay, Seaweed Brain?"

He shook off his fear, "I'm fine Wise Girl. Stupid dreams again. I think I know where Artemis is. She's with Harry, but both of them have been captured."

Zoe's hands tightened at the steering wheel, "We shalt get them back. I shall not fail my lady and dishonour her."

Then Jackson looked outside the window, "Where are we, anyway?"

Hermione chipped in, "We passed New Jersey a while ago. We'll be reaching Maryland in about an hour or so. Made a couple of fuel stops on the way though."

After a while, they pulled into a service station for some more fuel and to stock up on food. As they waited, Grover got out a set of acorns and performed a small tracking spell.

Hermione observed her surroundings, "Hmm… If I'm not mistaken, D.C. is about 60 miles away from our location."

Zoe groaned, "We are wasting time like this. We should just go straight to the west. Tis' what the prophecy said."

Ron quipped, "Bloody hell! You're a pretty good driver. Much better than my dad with his flying car."

Zoe replied, "I have been driving since the automobile has been invented. Come, let us go. The sooner we find Harry and my lady, the better."

It took the better part of a day, but they finally reached Washington DC. Finally, Zoe parked outside a mall and they all clambered out. From there, they split up to search for clues.

Ron was with Annabeth and Grover by the main entrance, when he suddenly froze. The other two looked at him questioningly and he shakily pointed a finger. He quailed, "Th-th-that's him. That's the bloke who took Harry."

They gazed out and spotted a man with a grey military haircut. He was clad in dark-tinted shades and a black overcoat. The disguised manticore got out a cell phone and spoke into it. They moved out of sight and observed him as he ended the call and made his way inside the mall.

Annabeth fished out her invisibility cap from her back pocket and whispered, "You two go warn the others. I'll follow him."

The boys nodded and hurried off while she tailed him. Thorn walked across the mall and entered the Museum of Natural History. There was a big sign on the door saying that it was closed for a private event.

She sneaked in behind him, making her way into a huge chamber full of mastodons and dinosaur skeletons. There were voices up ahead, coming from behind a set of closed doors. Two guards stood outside. They opened the doors for Thorn, and she barely made it in time before they closed again.

Annabeth found herself in a huge round room with a balcony ringing the second level. At least a dozen mortal guards stood on the balcony, plus two Scythian dracaenae. Standing between them, was none other than Luke. She barely suppressed a gasp at his condition. His skin was pale and his blond hair looked almost grey, as if he'd aged ten years in just a few months. The angry light in his eyes was still there, and so was the scar down the side of his face, where a dragon had once scratched him. But the scar was now ugly red, as though it had recently been reopened. There was even a black mark around his left eye.

Next to him, sitting down so that the shadows covered him, was another man. All that Annabeth could see were his knuckles on the gilded arms of the chair, like a throne.

"Well?" asked the man in the chair. His voice was just like the one I'd heard in my dream – not as creepy as Kronos's, but deeper and stronger, like the earth itself was talking. It filled the whole room even though he wasn't yelling.

Dr Thorn took off his shades. His two-coloured eyes, brown and blue, glittered with excitement. He made a stiff bow, then spoke in his weird French accent: "They are here, General."

"I know that, you fool," boomed the man. "But where?"

"In the rocket museum."

"The Air and Space Museum," Luke corrected irritably.

Dr Thorn glared at Luke and spoke acidly. "As you say, sir."

"How many?' the General demanded.

'Eight, General,' Thorn said. 'The satyr, Grover Underwood. And the girl with the spiky black hair and the – how do you say – punk clothes, and the horrible shield."

"Thalia", Luke said.

"A Hunter, wearing a silver circlet."

"That one I know,' the General growled."

"A girl with dark skin, I don't know her, but she has a powerful aura. There is also, Perseus Jackson. The boy is a threat to us."

"Who else?"

"The daughter of Athena."

Luke looked a bit hopeful, "Annabeth?"

The General growled again, "You said eight, I count six. Anyone else?"

"Two others. Girl with wild brown hair and boy with flame red hair. They have the scent of Hecate, Those two are of no significance."

The figure relaxed, "Very well. Carry on."

Luke piped up, "Let me take them. We have more than enough –"

"Patience," the General said. "They'll have their hands full already. I've sent a little playmate to keep them occupied."

"But –"

"We cannot risk you, my boy."

"Yes, boy," Dr Thorn said with a cruel smile. "You are much too fragile to risk. Let me finish them off."

"No. The General rose from his chair, and she got her first look at him.

He was tall and muscular, with light brown skin and slicked-back dark hair. He wore an expensive brown silk suit, but looked nothing like a Wall Street broker.

The man had a brutal face, huge shoulders, and hands that could snap a flagpole in half. His eyes were like stone. I felt as if I were looking at a living statue. It was amazing he could even move.

He snarled, "You have already failed me, Thorn."

Thorn begged, "But, General –"

He roared back, "No excuses!"

Thorn flinched and looked downright tiny, compared to the General. He snapped, "I should throw you into the pits of Tartarus for your incompetence. I send you to capture a child of the three elder gods, and you bring me a the firstborn of Artemis."

Thorn began to whine, "But you promised me revenge! A command of my own!"

He stood up sharply and looked absolutely imposing, "I am Lord Kronos's senior commander. And I will choose lieutenants who get me results! It was only thanks to Luke that we salvaged our plan at all. Now get out of my sight, Thorn, until I find some other menial task for you."

Thorn's face turned purple with rage. However, he swallowed his anger, bowed awkwardly and left the room. With that out of the way, the General turned to Luke, "Now, my boy. The first thing we must do is isolate the half-blood Thalia. The monster we seek will then come to her.

Luke haltingly said, "The Hunters will be difficult to dispose of. Zoë Nightshade –"

That was clearly the wrong thing to say, because he thundered, "Do not speak her name!"

Luke barely resisted the urge to run away in fear, "I apologize, General"

The General silenced him with a wave of his hand. "Let me show you, my boy, how we will bring the Hunters down."

He pointed to a guard on the ground level. "Do you have the teeth?"

The guy stumbled forward with a ceramic pot and stammered, "Yes, General!"

"Plant them."

In the centre of the room was a big circle of dirt. Annabeth watched with bated breath as the guard took large pointy white teeth out of the pot and pushed them into the soil. He smoothed them over while the General smiled coldly.

The guard stepped back from the dirt and wiped his hands. "Ready, General!"

"Excellent! Water them, and we will let them scent their prey."

The guard picked up a little tin watering can with daisies painted on it. He tipped it and poured out a dark red liquid. On cue, the soil began to bubble.

The General chortled, "Soon. I will show you, Luke, soldiers that will make your army from that little boat look insignificant."

Luke clenched his fists and bit out. "I've spent a year training my forces! When the Princess Andromeda arrives at the mountain, they'll be the best –"

"Ha!" the General boomed. "I don't deny your troops will make a fine honour guard for Lord Kronos. And you, of course, will have a role to play –"

Luke turned pale than normal when the General said that.

"– but under my leadership, the forces of Lord Kronos will increase a hundredfold. We will be unstoppable. Behold, my ultimate killing machines."

He scoffed, "Dinosaur teeth – ha! Those foolish mortals don't even know when they have dragon teeth in their possession. And not just any dragon teeth. These come from the ancient Sybaris herself! They shall do nicely."

Suddenly, a single, skeletal hand shot out of the ground, grasping at the air.

The General looked up at the balcony. "Quickly, do you have the scent?"

"Yesssss, lord," one of the dracaenae hissed. She took out a sash of silvery fabric, like the kind the Hunters wore.

"Excellent," the General rumbled. "Once my warriors catch its scent, they will pursue its owner relentlessly. Nothing can stop them, no weapons known to half-blood or Hunter. They will tear the Hunters and their allies to shreds. Toss it here!"

Then, more skeletons burst forth from the ground. There were twelve of them, one for each tooth the General had planted. These were growing flesh as she watched with growing horror, turning into men, but men with dull grey skin, yellow eyes and modern clothes – skin-tight grey vests, camo trousers and combat boots.

Annabeth slipped out as fast as she could and exited the place. Fortunately for her, the guards were no longer at the doors. She kept running until she was well out of the Natural History Museum. Pausing briefly to whip off her cap, she sprinted once again, making a beeline for the Air and Space Museum.