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each other, I realized that none of the sisters had any teeth except for Wasp, who had one mossy yellow incisor. Instead of eyes, they just had closed, sunken eyelids, except for Anger, who had one bloodshot green eye that stared at everything hungrily, as if it couldn’t get enough of anything it saw.
    Finally Anger, who had the advantage of sight, managed to yank the tooth out of her sister Wasp’s mouth. This made Wasp so mad she swerved toward the edge of the Williamsburg Bridge, yelling, “’Ivit back! ’Ivit back!”
    Tyson groaned and clutched his stomach.
    “Uh, if anybody’s interested,” I said, “we’re going to die!”
    “Don’t worry,” Annabeth told me, sounding pretty worried. “The Gray Sisters know what they’re doing. They’re really very wise.”
    This coming from the daughter of Athena, but I wasn’t exactly reassured. We were skimming along the edge of a bridge a hundred and thirty feet above the East River.
    “Yes, wise!” Anger grinned in the rearview mirror, showing off her newly acquired tooth. “We know things!”
    “Every street in Manhattan!” Wasp bragged, still hitting her sister. “The capital of Nepal!”
    “The location you seek!” Tempest added.
    Immediately her sisters pummeled her from either side, screaming, “Be quiet! Be quiet! He didn’t even ask yet!”
    “What?” I said. “What location? I’m not seeking any—”
    “Nothing!” Tempest said. “You’re right, boy. It’s nothing!”
    “Tell me.”
    “No!” they all screamed.
    “The last time we told, it was horrible!” Tempest said.
    “Eye tossed in a lake!” Anger agreed.
    “Years to find it again!” Wasp moaned. “And speaking of that—give it back!”
    “No!” yelled Anger.
    “Eye!” Wasp yelled. “Gimme!”
    She whacked her sister Anger on the back. There was a sickening pop and something flew out of Anger’s face. Anger fumbled for it, trying to catch it, but she only managed to bat it with the back of her hand. The slimy green orb sailed over her shoulder, into the backseat, and straight into my lap.
    I jumped so hard, my head hit the ceiling and the eyeball rolled away.
    “I can’t see!” all three sisters yelled.
    “Give me the eye!” Wasp wailed.
    “Give her the eye!” Annabeth screamed.
    “I don’t have it!” I said.
    “There, by your foot,” Annabeth said. “Don’t step on it! Get it!”
    “I’m not picking that up!”
    The taxi slammed against the guardrail and skidded along with a horrible grinding noise. The whole car shuddered, billowing gray smoke as if it were about to dissolve from the strain.
    “Going to be sick!” Tyson warned.
    “Annabeth,” I yelled, “let Tyson use your backpack!”
    “Are you crazy? Get the eye!”
    Wasp yanked the wheel, and the taxi swerved away from the rail. We hurtled down the bridge toward Brooklyn, going faster than any human taxi. The Gray Sisters screeched and pummeled each other and cried out for their eye.
    At last I steeled my nerves. I ripped off a chunk of my tie-dyed T-shirt, which was already falling apart from all the burn marks, and used it to pick the eyeball off the floor.
    “Nice boy!” Anger cried, as if she somehow knew I had her missing peeper. “Give it back!”
    “Not until you explain,” I told her. “What were you talking about, the location I seek?”
    “No time!” Tempest cried. “Accelerating!”
    I looked out the window. Sure enough, trees and cars and whole neighborhoods were now zipping by in a gray blur. We were already out of Brooklyn, heading through the middle of Long Island.
    “Percy,” Annabeth warned, “they can’t find our destination without the eye. We’ll just keep accelerating until we break into a million pieces.”
    “First they have to tell me,” I said. “Or I’ll open the window and throw the eye into oncoming traffic.”
    “No!” the Gray Sisters wailed. “Too dangerous!”
    “I’m rolling down the window.”
    “Wait!” the Gray Sisters screamed.