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As the bloodcurdling scream echoed through the campsite, Hercules was on his feet before he was fully awake, taking in his surroundings. Packs? Check. Weapons? Check. Iolaus? "Oh, not again," he sighed. For four days now, every morning since they'd left Corinth, in fact, it was the same thing; Iolaus woke before dawn, shucked his clothes, and leaped into the nearest body of water. Which meant Hercules was awake soon after. "I never should've told him about the cold water trick," he grumped as he built up the fire. Next time, Iolaus could just stay on the ship with Nebula.