Page 65 of Galactic Sentinels: Vol 2
“Can’t argue with that,” Igor laughs.
“Okay, enough about Helena,” Vlad says, sitting up a bit straighter. “What’s going on in the galaxy while we’ve been benched?”
Igor’s face darkens slightly as he gets to the point.
“We don’t know what happened to Logan.”
“Logan? Wasn’t he supposed to meet his sister on Gekkaria?” I ask, suddenly alert.
“He did. He went to get Sam and convinced her to return to BN-22. But they never made it.”
I shoot up instinctively—bad idea. The room spins and I nearly collapse, barely catching myself on the bed.
“Hold on, Ayden. Let me finish before you freak out. It’s a long story,” Igor says, trying to calm me down.
“We’re listening,” Vlad adds, motioning for me to sit down and stay put.
“They left Gekkaria, headed for BN-22. But they got intercepted by a Coalition ship. They were taken to a planet called Vagantu—a hub for the Coalition’s auction network. Luckily, Pherebos, a Sentinel agent under Akifumi, infiltrated the place and passed the exact coordinates to the Confed. Our strike forces moved in, dismantled the network, and freed the prisoners. Sam was among them. But she got separated from Logan as soon as they landed on Vagantu.”
“Where is she now?” I ask, my voice tight.
“She’s safe. She took Logan’s biplane and flew back to Gekkaria. She says she searched for hours on Vagantu looking for Logan. She’s certain he’s not there. The place is basically one big ocean.”
Vlad and I exchange a look, trying to piece it all together.
“What are your theories?” Vlad asks.
“At the start of the raid, a few ships managed to escape. If Logan hasn’t contacted me, that means he’s either a prisoner, injured… or…”
“Or dead,” I finish grimly.
My chest tightens at the thought. Logan’s more than just a former partner. He’s like a brother. And he’s Sam’s actualbrother. I know how crushed she’d be if something happened to him.
“Ayden, let’s not jump to conclusions. We’re putting together a search plan. If he’s alive, we’ll find him,” Igor says, trying to steady me.
“Right now, you’re not going anywhere,” Helena interrupts, re-entering the room with her no-nonsense tone. “You’ll need a few more days to regain your strength.”
Unfortunately, she’s not wrong. A wave of exhaustion hits me hard. I fight it just long enough to agree on a time with Igor to make a plan.
He’s fully operational and can gather all the data we need in the meantime.
The next morning, I’m already feeling better. Vlad and I push ourselves during our awake periods—light exercises, stretches… anything to get our bodies working again. Let’s be real, wanting it doesn’t make it easier. But we’re trying.
“So, still napping all day, huh?” Igor says as he walks in.
“Jealous much?” Vlad fires back. “Bet you’d love ten days of sleep.”
“Honestly, I wouldn’t say no to a nap. Speaking of which—your beloved Helena’s off-duty today. After last night, I think she earned it.”
“Igor, you bastard,” Vlad growls. “I was counting on leveling up with her once I could last more than two minutes without passing out!”
“Too late, my friend,” Igor chuckles. “Then again, I’m not sure she’d say no to either of you.”
I roll my eyes. I’m in no mood for flirting. Logan’s missing, Sam must be worried sick, and I still feel like I’ve been run over by a freighter.
“Igor, before we dive into your conquests—any updates?” I ask, serious again.
“Sure do. As I said yesterday, the Confed surrounded Vagantu with ships during the raid. A few enemy vessels managed to slip through in the chaos. We’ve got some visuals, but not much to go on.”
