![]() He blew fire over it-a red-hot torrent of flame that cooked the meat in seconds but didn’t seem to hurt the giant’s hands at all. I muttered, “Oh, he’s not really gonna-”Ĭacus snatched one of the carcasses off a hook. He sauntered over to the row of fly-specked cow carcasses. “I imagine you’d taste wonderful with tortillas, salsa, and eggs. Twin wisps of smoke escaped his nostrils. “Well! Demigods, are you? I call for breakfast, and you two appear? That’s quite accommodating. None of our weapons looked very intimidating against a dude that big, but together we stepped into the open. Annabeth pulled out her shield and dagger. I took out my ballpoint pen and uncapped it. Maybe the giant would listen to reason, despite the fact that he wore Valentine boxer shorts. Then again, we were pretty much busted anyway. That sounded like a really terrible idea. “I don’t appreciate sneaking about! Show yourself. He frowned and scanned the cavern, zeroing in on our hiding place. Unfortunately, the giant had extremely good hearing. The housecoat was open, revealing silky Valentine-patterned boxer shorts and luxurious chest hair of a red/pink/orange color not found in nature.Īnnabeth made a small gagging sound. He wore a red velour housecoat with matching slippers. His face was smeared upward with a permanent pout, upturned nose, wide eyes, and arched eyebrows, so he appeared both startled and unhappy. He had curly orange hair, pale skin, and orange freckles. ![]() But Cacus made up for it by being bright and gaudy. How ugly was he? Let’s put it this way: Secaucus, New Jersey, was a lot nicer-looking than Cacus the giant, and that’s not a compliment to anybody.Īs Hermes had said, the giant was about ten feet tall, which made him small compared to some other giants I’d seen. I could see him clearly now, and I wished I couldn’t. We ducked behind the bulldozer just as the giant appeared from the darkness, stretching his massive arms. We’d just reached the middle of the cave when a groan echoed from the far tunnel. Instead, she started toward the bulldozer. I glanced at Annabeth, hoping she had a great idea-like running away. But suddenly I understood why he hated being underground. I’m not saying I can smell monsters the way my friend Grover the satyr can. What really disturbed me was that tunnel on the far side of the cave. How could a cave this big exist under Manhattan without the city block collapsing, or the Hudson River flooding in? We had to be hundreds of feet below sea level. ![]() Looking up at the tiny speck of daylight above us, I got vertigo. In the front of the rig, the big shovel blade was dented as if it had run into something…or been punched. The driver’s seat was charred to a crisp. The machine’s caterpillar treads were busted. ”Īs my eyes adjusted to the gloom, I saw what she meant. “That thing looks like it’s been through combat. Those purses and coats…the giant must’ve brought them down here for some reason. “Some of it looks like street vendor merchandise. ![]() “I think that’s how they dug the subway system a long time ago. “They must’ve lowered the bulldozer in pieces and assembled it down here,” she decided. “How did all this stuff get down here?” I felt the need to whisper, but my voice echoed anyway.Īnnabeth scanned the scene. I didn’t like the idea of walking to the other side of the cave, especially through that flea market of heavy machinery and cow carcasses. Leading into the darkness was a twenty-foot-diameter tunnel, perfectly round, as if made by a huge snake.
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