Slaide woke up from a persistent tapping on his window. What kind of bird was awake at this--Oh.
He jumped out of bed and opened the window for Cooper, who swung into his room like a ninja.
"What's wrong?" he asked, not wasting any time.
His best friend was knocking on his door, well, window, at four in the morning and he looked distressed. Something was definitely the matter.
"It's Johnson. The Olympians have her," Cooper informed her.
"Well, s**t," he replied once the full meaning of that statement registered in his mind.
"Is she alright?"
"Yeah, she called me from some sort of shelter in a forest in upstate Washington. I told her to stay put and that we were coming for her."
Slaide noticed the casual 'we' Cooper dropped in that sentence and raised an eyebrow at him. Cooper saw
