quest for Buford

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Leo blamed the Windex. He should've known better. Now his entire project--two months of work--might literally blow up in his face.
He stormed around Bunker 9, cursing himself for being so stupid, while his friends tried to calm him down.
"It's okay," Jason said. "We're here to help."
"Just tell us what happened," Piper urged.
Thank goodness they'd answered his distress call so quickly. Leo couldn't turn to anyone else. Having his best friends at his side made him feel better, though he wasn't sure they could stop the disaster.
Jason looked cool and confident as usual--all surfer-dude handsome with his blond hair and sky-blue eyes. The scar on his mouth and the sword at his side gave him a rugged appearance, like he could handle anything.

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He tried not to feel bitter about it, but he'd missed out on a lot of the regular camp stuff--the trireme fights, the chariot races, flirting with the girls. That was the worst part. Leo finally had an "in" with the hottest girls at camp, since Piper was the senior counselor for Aphrodite cabin, and he was too busy for her to fix him up. Sad.
"The Battle of the Labyrinth." Piper kept her voice down, but she explained to Leo how the pile of rocks used to be cakled Zeus's Fist, back when it looked like something, not just a big pile of rocks. There'd been an entrance to a magical labyrinth here, and a big army of monsters had come through it to invade camp. The campers won--obviously, since camp was still here--but it had been a hard battle. Several demigods had died. The clearing was still considered cursed.
"Great," Leo grumbled. "Buford has to run to the most dangerous part of the woods. He couldn't just, like, run to the beach or a burger shop."