Page 66 of Galactic Sentinels: Vol 2
“There’s gotta be something,” I snap, frustrated.
“Hang on—I’m not done. The captured smugglers were split up. Those with minor involvement were sent to rehab centers for social reeducation.”
Vlad and I groan in unison. These centers are supposed to help people who weren’t born bad, just… misguided. Total waste of resources, in our opinion.
“And the others?” Vlad presses.
“Two high-security space prisons. I figured we’d go there, show them a photo of Logan. If he passed through, someone’s gotta have seen him.”
“Good idea,” I nod. “Is the nearest one far?”
“About two weeks’ journey. Since there won’t be much to do during that time, I asked Akifumi for a four-passenger ship. We leave tomorrow.”
“We’re not exactly mission-ready,” Vlad points out.
“No worries. I’ll play nurse while you sleep and heal. That way we don’t waste time—and we’ve got space for Logan if he’s hurt.”
I consider it. Igor’s plan makes sense. What worries me is being unable to help if trouble hits us mid-flight.
“What if something goes wrong?” I ask.
“Covered. Akifumi’s giving us a ship with full cloaking capabilities. His orders are clear: no stops, no detours. If we spot trouble, we dodge it.”
“I’ve got a question,” Vlad chimes in.
“Shoot.”
“Shouldn’t we head back to Vagantu? Even if it’s small, it’s the likeliest place Logan would be.”
“Nope. Akifumi already sent a team. Besides two tiny islands, it’s just water everywhere. They scanned it top to bottom.”
“So, tomorrow it is,” I say.
“Exactly,” Igor confirms. “Tonight, though? I’ve got a date with Helena. You wouldn’t want me to disappoint the woman who cared for your sorry butts, would you?”
Vlad and I pelt him with pillows as he laughs like an idiot.
But deep down, I’m relieved. Finally—we’re going after Logan. And no matter what it takes, I’m bringing him back to his sister.
17-Noviosk
A violent storm hit the region yesterday, with lashing winds and torrential rain.
“The rainy season has started!” Sam told me with her ever-present smile.
As if sheets of water pouring nonstop on the forest were some sort of delight.
And this morning kicks off with a galactic disaster, no less! A leak in the roof of my hut left a nice little puddle right next to my bed.
As soon as Sam shows up, I let loose.
“Are we living in a shelter or a sieve?” I growl, arms crossed, staring at the flooded floor.
“Well, look on the bright side—you’ve got a built-in shower now!” she says cheerfully.
“A shower? This is a swamp. And what’s your plan, huh? Let me guess—you’ll patch it with a handful of grass?”
She rolls her eyes for a second, not letting my sour mood get to her.
