Page 37 of Galactic Sentinels: Vol 2
Buddy stares at me… fiercely, pun intended—and his face flushes red with anger.
He clearly took that as an insult.
On reflex, he swings his fist—and punches my father right in the face.
Dad collapses—and doesn’t get back up.
I’m not too worried. He told me once that playing dead is part of his go-to survival strategy.
Thrown off by my lack of reaction, Buddy presses his lips together in a cruel grimace and delivers a vicious kick to my father’s stomach.
Ouch.
Maybe he thought I’d throw myself at his feet and beg for mercy?
“Listen… Buddy, violence won’t get you what you want. You’re wasting your time. My father doesn’t have the product, and you need to accept that.”
“You’ve got guts, kiddo, I’ll give you that. But I came a long way for my stuff, and I’m not leaving empty-handed. So unless you come up with something real clever, real fast—I’m taking you with me. You can make up for the time I wasted with that idiot Albert.”
This is bad.
There’s no law enforcement in Gekkar Creek.
This place is basically a space western village. It even has a saloon. But no Rangers, no Sheriffs, no one with a badge in sight.
The full-time residents are just humble farmers—kind, unassuming folks. But the travelers who pass through here? Way more unpredictable.
So how the hell am I supposed to get rid of these two creeps?
“Hey, Buddy, why don’t we just take her now?” the goon pipes up.
“She’s real pretty, and way fresher than those last two we brought back to HQ!”
“You’re right, Vance! Let’s ditch the old man and get moving. Come here, sweetheart, I’m taking you back to my planet. You’re gonna love it!” he growls, laughing like a pig.
He grabs me roughly and twists my arms behind my back, trying to force me forward.
I kick and struggle with everything I’ve got, screaming for help at the top of my lungs.
Meanwhile, the one called Vance is getting way too much pleasure out of kicking my dad while he’s down, landing blow after brutal blow.
But somehow, I manage to stomp down on Buddy’s knee.
He howls in pain and lets me go.
He slaps me across the face—and the sting makes my cheek throb.
I think he’s wearing a ring or something that scratched my skin, but I can’t be sure.
“You’re gonna calm the hell down, or I swear you’ll regret it! Try that again and I’ll knock you out cold and carry your ass onto my ship!” he snarls.
“If I were you, I wouldn’t do that,” says a grim voice behind us.
A voice my body recognizes before my brain does.
10-Ayden
We set course for Gekkaria the moment we received Sam’s message: Olivia is dead.
