REMEMBER ME ---- BOOK I / Heroes of Olympus / Leo Valdez Fanfiction

speed up, by Jason, slow down, by Piper. Fuck off, by Penelope. ARGH, by Leo.

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JASON WAS AFRAID THEY'D LOSE THEIR TARGET. The ventus moved like ... well, like the wind.

"Speed up!" he urged.

"Bro," Leo said, "if I get any closer, he'll spot us. Bronze dragon ain't exactly a stealth plane."

"Slow down!" Piper yelped.

"Why does this remind me of the no-no practice?!" Leo yelped.

"FUCK OFF." Penelope screamed.

"ARGH" Leo growled.

Excuse: They were 15 year old's on the way to save the gReAt GrEaT Hera.

The storm spirit dove into the grid of downtown streets. Festus tried to follow, but his wingspan was way too wide. His left wing clipped the edge of a building, slicing off a stone gargoyle before Leo pulled up.

"Get above the buildings," Jason suggested. "We'll track him from there."

"You want to drive this thing?" Leo grumbled, but he did what Jason asked.

"Sure!" Penelope said, excitedly.

"Hell nah, back off." Leo growled, pushing Penelope in Piper's arms with his hand.

"rude valdez." Penelope whined.

After a few minutes, Jason spotted the storm spirit again, zipping through the streets with no apparent purpose—blowing over pedestrians, ruffling flags, making cars swerve.

"Oh great," Piper said. "There're two."

She was right. A second ventus blasted around the corner of the Renaissance Hotel and linked up with the first. They wove together in a chaotic dance, shooting to the top of a skyscraper, bending a radio tower, and diving back down toward the street.

"Those guys do not need any more caffeine," Leo said.

"How would they drink coffee? Wouldn't it leak out?" Penelope was ignored.

"I guess Chicago's a good place to hang out," Piper said. "Nobody's going to question a couple more evil winds."

"More than a couple," Jason said. "Look."

The dragon circled over a wide avenue next to a lake-side park. Storm spirits were converging—at least a dozen of them, whirling around a big public art installation.

"Which one do you think is Dylan?" Leo asked. "I wanna throw something at him."

"I'll throw Leo." Penelope said.

"Why me?!" Leo whined. "What did I ever do to you??"

"Jason's got power, and Pipes is my lesbian crush."

"Fuck you." Leo grunted.

But Jason focused on the art installation. The closer they got to it, the faster his heart beat. It was just a public fountain, but it was unpleasantly familiar. Two five-story monoliths rose from either end of a long granite reflecting pool. The monoliths seemed to be built of video screens, flashing the combined image of a giant face that spewed water into the pool.

Maybe it was just a coincidence, but it looked like a high-tech, super-size version of that ruined reflecting pool he'd seen in his dreams, with those two dark masses jutting from either end. As Jason watched, the image on the screens changed to a woman's face with her eyes closed.

"Leo ..." Penelope said nervously.

"I see her," Leo said. "I don't like her, but I see her."

"No one likes her to be honest.." A peacock feather flew right in her eyes.