Hey everybody, Shadow's back! Well, kinda. But I know alot of readers have been waiting for this new chapter, so I hope it satisfies at least a few of you! It's not the longest chapter, but there's quite a big reveal in here, so make sure to read carefully. Hope you enjoy!

My first instinct was to run as far away as possible from the camp. After all, I would definitely be beaten to a pulp if I stayed any longer (this was already doubtlessly going on my permanent record with all the other demigod-related situations, so I didn't worry about that) and I was much faster than the aged camp director. But then it dawned on me that there was nowhere to run to.

Crap. Percy just had to choose a camp in the middle of nowhere, didn't he?

Rack your brains, Annabeth! I demanded of myself, What can you do to get yourself out of this situation?

Then it hit me like a speeding bullet, the simplest and most logical solution to the problem, and I had to prevent myself from continuously slamming my head against a rock for not thinking of it earlier. Sadly, the plan I had in mind would completely trash our efforts to get rid of Jack and Rachel.

Because, of course, I just had to think of the one thing that required their cooperation. Theirs and the rest of the camps'.

I gritted my teeth and swerved in the direction of Heather's cabin, stumbling slightly in the dark.

Maybe this wouldn't be so simple after all.

I didn't expect a warm welcome after barging into a cabin of someone I was less than friendly with. Especially since I threw the door open with enough force to swing it off its hinges.

Heather, previously sitting on her bed and staring outside, now turned to me and fixed me with a Clarisse-worthy glare. "Anna, was it?" she sneered, "What'd ya want?"

"Annabeth," I corrected impatiently, "Listen, I need your help."

The bed on the other side of the room suddenly stirred. "Sis? What's going on? Why's it so dark?"

"Go back to sleep, Molly," Heather commanded, "We've got an intruder in the cabin." I didn't say a word and instead looked outside at the trees, wondering what I should do next.

A shuffling had told me that the basketball player had got up from her bed, and gradually I turned and focused upon a large figure bearing down on me.

"You probably have something to do with the sudden power outage, don'tcha?" she growled, "And I'm guessing you want my help getting out of this place, right? Well, you're not getting any. Why don't you ask your little sweetheart Jack, huh?"

"Look, I don't know what your problem with me is, and honestly I don't want to hear it," I stated evenly, "And if you haven't noticed, lately Jack and I haven't been on the nicest terms." I paused for a moment, waiting to hear if she had a snazzy retort. Her silence pressed me to keep going. "I need your help," I said again, "And it concerns more than myself. Technically, it concerns the whole camp."

"What're you talkin' 'bout?" Heather demanded, her eyes narrowing.

"Badly phrased, my mistake. We'll need everyone's help to get out of this situation. Including you. See, we got in a bit of trouble with Mr. T, and we're not the experts on what he likes and what he doesn't."

"Mr. T?" Heather inquired, suddenly surprised, "I've never liked that man. He's usually quite hostile, ya know. He's been acting strange ever since that Percy boy got here. Nicer. Kinder. But only when the two of you are around."

My mind raced. Could the camp director possibly be a ... ?

"Nobody likes him very much," Heather continued, "It would be a pleasure to get rid of him."

Get rid of him? I hadn't planned for anything to go that far. But if Heather was telling the truth, if Mr. T suddenly became "nice" after the Son of Poseidon arrived, that could possibly be the only plan of action to take. The problem was, neither Percy nor I had brought our weapons to camp. Naturally, I blamed Seaweed Brain.

"Will you help us?" I asked, staring up at the boyish face.

"'Us' suddenly, huh?," she retorted, "Why should I help you and your little friends?"

"We could get rid of Mr. T once and for all," I replied, then added for extra effect, "Oh, and Jack might just be in a tad bit of trouble."

Her eyes narrowed again, this time with determination. "Tell me what I need to do."

You're such an idiot, Percy, I thought as I told Heather my newly-revised scheme, You owe me way more than you could imagine.

Because, naturally, there was a change of plans.

Again.

How'd you like it? Too long, too short, too [insert other word here]? There's only one way for me to find out: reviews! (Although, I must say, you dedicated readers are keeping up really well with reviews. Thank you for that!) Once again, though, I must apologize for not updating in so long (it's been, what, half a year?) but I hope you can bear with me!

Anyways, I hope you guys are having a spectacular summer! Make sure to wear sunscreen and above all, have fun!

~ShadowedTear~