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𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄to get Jason on Festus and fly away. Piper sat behind him on the bronze dragon, holding his waist to keep him balanced. Iliya and Leo sat in front, driving. They gave him a nector every minute and an hour later, he awoke. His eyes snapped open. "Cyclops!"
"Whoa, sleepyhead." Piper said, smirk. They flew peacefully through the winter sky as if nothing had happened. "D-Detroit," Jason stammered. "Didn't we crash-land? I thought—"
"It's okay," Leo said. "We got away, but you got a nasty concussion. How you feeling?"
"How did you—the Cyclops—"
"Leo ripped them apart," Piper said. "He was amazing. He can summon fire—"
"It was nothing," Leo said quickly.
But Iliya chuckled. "Shut up, Valdez. We're going to tell him. Get over it." And they did—how Leo single-handedly defeated the Cyclopes family; how they freed Jason, then noticed the Cyclopes starting to re-form; how Leo had replaced the dragon's wiring and gotten them back in the air just as they'd started to hear the Cyclopes roaring for vengeance inside the factory.
Then when Piper and Iliya told him about the other kid the Cyclopes claimed to have eaten, the one in the purple shirt who spoke Latin, Iliya could senes his confusion feelings.
"I'm not alone, then," he said. "There are others like me."
"Jason," Piper said, "you were never alone. You've got us." She tell him.
"I—I know ... but something Hera said. I was having a dream..." He told them what he'd seen, and what the goddess had said inside her cage.
Iliya frowned as he told her about exchange, her heart race as the jixsaw starting to added up. Exchange? What did Hera exchange?
"An exchange?" Piper asked. "What does that mean?" Jason shook his head. "But Hera's gamble is me. Just by sending me to Camp Half-Blood, I have a feeling she broke some kind of rule, something that could blow up in a big way—"
"Or save us," Piper said hopefully. "That bit about the sleeping enemy—that sounds like the lady Leo told us about." Leo cleared his throat. "About that ... she kind of appeared to me back in Detroit, in a pool of Porta-Potty sludge."
"Did you say ... Porta-Potty?"
Leo told them about the big face in the factory yard. "I don't know if she's completely unkillable," he said, "but she cannot be defeated by toilet seats. I can vouch for that. She wanted me to betray you guys, and I was like, 'Pfft, right, I'm gonna listen to a face in the potty sludge.'"
