Logan took Sebastian back for interrogation.
Sebastian's real name wasn't Sebastian. The two men were operatives for an international syndicate known as The Blade-Flame Syndicate.
They were a global mercenary organization tasked with stealing classified naval training schedules, fleet coordinates, and other sensitive military intel.
If that information fell into foreign hands, it would pose a catastrophic threat to the Federation's maritime security.
The syndicate had targeted the fisherman family months in advance. They found two operatives who vaguely resembled the brothers, assassinated the real family at sea, and stole their identities to infiltrate the island.
However, the family had put up a fierce fight. Though they all perished, they managed to critically injure the mercenaries, forcing them to drift to South Reef Island.
By pure coincidence, they discovered the military base stationed there. But when the bodies of the real fishermen were found, they had no choice but to try and escape.
The grueling interrogations left Logan in a dark mood for days.
Whenever the syndicate was mentioned, he turned as cold as ice, completely transformed.
Seeing his somber demeanor, Sloane decided to postpone her confession.
Lately, Zoe's boyfriend had been making frequent trips to the hospital to wait for her.
Their relationship was no longer a secret; they were openly parading their romance everywhere.
Zoe's boyfriend, Ferdinand Dalton, was a twenty-eight-year-old communications engineer on the base.
That afternoon, they were lingering at the dorm entrance, hopelessly clingy. Sloane heard them say goodbye at least half a dozen times from inside her room.
Fred sighed, "I really need to get back for a meeting."
Zoe smiled. "Bye."
Fred took a step, then stopped. "I'm really leaving this time."
Zoe nodded. "Bye."
Fred pouted. "I'm actually walking away now."
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