The Last Olympian

as the helicopter came into view. It was a civilian model painted dark red, with a bright green “DE” logo on the side. The words under the logo were too small to read, but I knew what they said: DARE ENTERPRISES.
    My throat closed up. I looked at Annabeth and could tell she recognized the logo too. Her face was as red as the helicopter.
    “What is she doing here?” Annabeth demanded. “How did she get through the barrier?”
    “Who?” Chiron looked confused. “What mortal would be insane enough—”
    Suddenly the helicopter pitched forward.
    “The Morpheus enchantment!” Chiron said. “The foolish mortal pilot is asleep.”
    I watched in horror as the helicopter careened sideways, falling toward a row of office buildings. Even if it didn’t crash, the gods of the air would probably swat it out of the sky for coming near the Empire State Building.
    I was too paralyzed to move, but Annabeth whistled and Guido the pegasus swooped out of nowhere.
    You rang for a handsome horse? he asked.
    “Come on, Percy,” Annabeth growled. “We have to save your friend .”

SIXTEEN

WE GET HELP FROM A THIEF
    Here’s my definition of not fun . Fly a pegasus toward an out-of-control helicopter. If Guido had been any less of a fancy flier, we would’ve been chopped to confetti.
    I could hear Rachel screaming inside. For some reason, she hadn’t fallen asleep, but I could see the pilot slumped over the controls, pitching back and forth as the helicopter wobbled toward the side of an office building.
    “Ideas?” I asked Annabeth.
    “You’re going to have to take Guido and get out,” she said.
    “What are you going to do?”
    In response, she said, “Hyah!” And Guido went into a nosedive.
    “Duck!” Annabeth yelled.
    We passed so close to the rotors I felt the force of the blades ripping at my hair. We zipped along the side of the helicopter, and Annabeth grabbed the door.
    That’s when things went wrong.
    Guido’s wing slammed against the helicopter. He plummeted straight down with me on his back, leaving Annabeth dangling from the side of the aircraft.
    I was so terrified I could barely think, but as Guido spiraled I caught a glimpse of Rachel pulling Annabeth inside the copter.
    “Hang in there!” I yelled at Guido.
    My wing , he moaned. It’s busted .
    “You can do it!” I desperately tried to remember what Silena used to tell us in pegasus-riding lessons. “Just relax the wing. Extend it and glide.”
    We fell like a rock—straight toward the pavement three hundred feet below. At the last moment Guido extended his wings. I saw the faces of centaurs gaping up at us. Then we pulled out of our dive, sailed fifty feet, and tumbled onto the pavement—Pegasus over demigod.
    Ow! Guido moaned. My legs. My head. My wings.
    Chiron galloped over with his medical pouch and began working on the pegasus.
    I got to my feet. When I looked up, my heart crawled into my throat. The helicopter was only a few seconds away from slamming into the side of the building.
    Then miraculously the helicopter righted itself. It spun in a circle and hovered. Very slowly, it began to descend.
    It seemed to take forever, but finally the helicopter thudded to a landing in the middle of Fifth Avenue. I looked through the windshield and couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Annabeth was at the controls.
    I ran forward as the rotors spun to a stop. Rachel opened the side door and dragged out the pilot.
    Rachel was still dressed like she was on vacation, in beach shorts, a T-shirt, and sandals. Her hair was tangled and her face was green from the helicopter ride.
    Annabeth climbed out last.
    I stared at her in awe. “I didn’t know you could fly a helicopter.”
    “Neither did I,” she said. “My dad’s crazy into aviation. Plus, Daedalus had some notes on flying machines. I just took my best guess on the controls.”
    “You saved my life,” Rachel said.
    Annabeth flexed her bad shoulder. “Yeah, well . . . let’s not make a habit of it. What are you doing here, Dare? Don’t you know better than to fly into a war zone?”
    “I—” Rachel glanced at me. “I had to be here. I knew Percy was in trouble.”
    “Got that right,” Annabeth grumbled. “Well, if you’ll excuse me, I have some injured friends I’ve got to tend to. Glad you could stop by, Rachel.”
    “Annabeth—” I called.
    She stormed off.
    Rachel plopped down on the curb and put her head in her hands. “I’m sorry, Percy. I didn’t mean to . . .