Hazel Speed Limit

	BANG! BANG!
	It happened so fast that Hazel’s brain needed a moment to catch up.
	Smoke curled from the side of Jason’s head. Just above his left ear, a groove cut through his hair like a racing stripe. One of Sciron’s flintlocks was still pointed at his face. The other flintlock was pointed down, over the side of the cliff, as if Sciron’s second shot had been fired at the Argo II.
	Hazel choked from delayed shock. "What did you do?"