✔ 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 ⋆ jason grace

iv ━ a fancy sewer for four

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Rebecca was worried they would lose their target. The ventus moved like ... well, like the wind.

"Speed up!" Jason 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.

Rebecca huffed. "Let the man fly!"

The storm spirit dove into the grid of downtown streets. Festus tried to follow.

"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.

Rebecca raised her hand. "I want to."

Leo laughed. "When pigs fly."

Rebecca grumbled with her arms crossed like a child.

After a few minutes, they spotted the storm spirit again.

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

"The more the merrier." Said Jason.

She was right. A second ventus blasted around the corner of a 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.

"I guess Chicago's a good place to hang out," Piper said.

Then the screens went dark. The venti swirled together into a single funnel cloud and skittered across the fountain, kicking up a waterspout almost as high as the monoliths.

They got to its center, popped off a drain cover, and disappeared underground.

Just like the Ninja Turtles, but less funny and less less.

"Did they just go down a drain?" Piper asked. "How are we supposed to follow them?"

"Maybe we shouldn't," Leo said. "That fountain thing is giving me seriously bad vibes. And aren't we supposed to, like, beware the earth?"

Rebecca shaked her head. "We have to go in, they went in thinking we couldn't follow."

"Put us down in that park," Jason suggested. "We'll check it out on foot."

Festus landed in an open area between the lake and the skyline.

Festus flapped his wings unhappily and shot fire into the sky, but there was no one around to notice.

The wind coming off the lake was bitter cold. Anyone with sense would be inside. Rebecca's eyes stung so badly, she could barely see.

Rebecca jumped off the dragon and caressed Festus in his snout, as response he huffed a cloud of vapour giving her a momentary warmth.