Jason knew Triton did not need protection. He knew the man’s background: Naval Special Warfare Command Unit, highly respected among his peers, many battles under his belt. Older now, but he could see he was still a force to be respected. Jason knew what would come, but was powerless to stop it. Even so, he fought. The cigar fell from his hands. Grabbing his weapon, he fired at Triton. No bullet discharged. The leader of the Scipian did not fall. “Did you truly believe it would be that easy, Pathfinder?” Triton laughed,
