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The deadline was coming up to storm the fortress and rescue one Percy Jackson- who seemed to be camp favorite no matter who you asked. And in a camp this big, that was saying something- everyone was excited for the day the ship rolled out, because that day brought them closer to having him back where he belonged. For Leo, that meant pressure. Wake up, it's a beautiful morning- down to the bunker. Lunch, what's lunch? Work, work, work till his hands were black with oil and his hair was damp with sweat, but no breaks, this was important. Dinner bell's ringing, but he finally managed to come up with a design that wouldn't buckle under it's own