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―Clean hands, dirty equipment,‖ he muttered, something his mother used to say. By the time he was<br />
through, his hands were black with grease and his clothes looked like he‘d just lost a mud-wrestling contest, but<br />
the mechanisms looked a lot better. He slipped in the disk, connected the last wire, and sparks flew. <strong>The</strong><br />
dragon shuddered. Its eyes began to glow.<br />
―Better?‖ Leo asked.<br />
<strong>The</strong> dragon made a sound like a high-speed drill. It opened its mouth and all its teeth rotated.<br />
―I guess that‘s a yes. Hold on, I‘ll free you.‖<br />
Another thirty minutes to find the release clamps for the net and untangle the dragon, but finally it stood<br />
and shook the last bit of netting off its back. It roared triumphantly and shot fire at the sky.<br />
―Seriously,‖ Leo said. ―Could you not show off?‖<br />
Creak? the dragon asked.<br />
―You need a name,‖ Leo decided. ―I‘m calling you Festus.‖<br />
<strong>The</strong> dragon whirred its teeth and grinned. At least Leo hoped it was a grin.<br />
―Cool,‖ Leo said. ―But we still have a problem, because you don‘t have wings.‖<br />
Festus tilted his head and snorted steam. <strong>The</strong>n he lowered his back in an unmistakable gesture. He<br />
wanted Leo to climb on.<br />
―Where we going?‖ Leo asked.<br />
But he was too excited to wait for an answer. He climbed onto the dragon‘s back, and Festus bounded off<br />
into the woods.<br />
* * *<br />
Leo lost track of time and all sense of direction. It seemed impossible the woods could be so deep and wild, but<br />
the dragon traveled until the trees were like skyscrapers and the canopy of leaves completely blotted out the<br />
stars. Even the fire in Leo‘s hand couldn‘t have lit the way, but the dragon‘s glowing red eyes acted like<br />
headlights.<br />
Finally they crossed a stream and came to a dead end, a limestone cliff a hundred feet tall—a solid, sheer<br />
mass the dragon couldn‘t possibly climb.<br />
Festus stopped at the base and lifted one leg like a dog pointing.<br />
―What is it?‖ Leo slid to the ground. He walked up to the cliff—nothing but solid rock. <strong>The</strong> dragon kept<br />
pointing.<br />
―It‘s not going to move out of your way,‖ Leo told him.<br />
<strong>The</strong> loose wire in the dragon‘s neck sparked, but otherwise he stayed still. Leo put his hand on the cliff.<br />
Suddenly his fingers smoldered. Lines of fire spread from his fingertips like ignited gunpowder, sizzling across<br />
the limestone. <strong>The</strong> burning lines raced across the cliff face until they had outlined a glowing red door five times<br />
as tall as Leo. He backed up and the door swung open, disturbingly silently for such a big slab of rock.<br />
―Perfectly balanced,‖ he muttered. ―That‘s some first-rate engineering.‖<br />
<strong>The</strong> dragon unfroze and marched inside, as if he were coming home.<br />
Leo stepped through, and the door began to close. He had a moment of panic, remembering that night in<br />
the machine shop long ago, when he‘d been locked in. What if he got stuck in here? But then lights flickered<br />
on—a combination of electric fluorescents and wall-mounted torches. When Leo saw the cavern, he forgot<br />
about leaving.<br />
―Festus,‖ he muttered. ―What is this place?‖<br />
<strong>The</strong> dragon stomped to the center of the room, leaving tracks in the thick dust, and curled up on a large<br />
circular platform.<br />
<strong>The</strong> cave was the size of an airplane hangar, with endless worktables and storage cages, rows of garagesized<br />
doors along either wall, and staircases that led up to a network of catwalks high above. Equipment was<br />
everywhere—hydraulic lifts, welding torches, hazard suits, air-spades, forklifts, plus something that looked<br />
suspiciously like a nuclear reaction chamber. Bulletin boards were covered with tattered, faded blueprints. And<br />
weapons, armor, shields—war supplies all over the place, a lot of them only partially finished.<br />
Hanging from chains far above the dragon‘s platform was an old tattered banner almost too faded to read.<br />
<strong>The</strong> letters were Greek, but Leo somehow knew what they said: bunker 9.<br />
Did that mean nine as in the Hephaestus cabin, or nine as in there were eight others? Leo looked at<br />
Festus, still curled up on the platform, and it occurred to him that the dragon looked so content because<br />
it was home. It had probably been built on that pad.<br />
―Do the other kids know … ?‖ Leo‘s question died as he asked it. Clearly, this place had been abandoned<br />
for decades. Cobwebs and dust covered everything. <strong>The</strong> floor revealed no footprints except for his, and the<br />
huge paw prints of the dragon. He was the first one in this bunker since … since a long time ago. Bunker 9 had<br />
been abandoned with a lot of projects half finished on the tables. Locked up and forgotten, but why?<br />
Leo looked at a map on the wall—a battle map of camp, but the paper was as cracked and yellow as<br />
onionskin. A date at the bottom read, 1864.