Behind them, the gorgons’ voices echoed in the tunnel. Hazel shouted. Percy was tempted to dump June and runback to help, but then the entire tunnel shook with the rumble of falling stone. There was a squawking sound, just like the gorgons had made when Percy had dropped a crate of bowling balls on them in Napa. He glanced back. The west end of the tunnel was now filled with dust.
“Shouldn’t we check on Hazel?” he asked.
“She’ll be okay—I hope,” Frank said. “She’s good underground. Just keep moving! We’re almost there.”
“Almost where?”
June chuckled. “Al roads lead there, child. You should know that.”
“Detention?” Percy asked.
“Rome, child,” the old woman said. “Rome.”
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Something about this place felt very familiar, yet not quite right.
“Camp Jupiter,” Frank said. “We’ll be safe once—”
Footsteps echoed in the tunnel behind them. Hazel burst into the light.
She was covered with stone dust and breathing hard. She’d lost her helmet, so her curly brown hair fell around her shoulders. Her armor had long slash marks in front from the claws of a gorgon. One of the monsters had tagged her with a 50% off sticker.
“I slowed them down,” she said. “But they’ll be here any second.”

The Son of Neptune, Chapter II