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Logan’s part:

Logan made his way through the streets. He walked these streets often. From Leona’s house to various parts of the city. He had made countless arrests But this time it was so different. The person he was arresting wasn’t just another person. Jin was Rhioe’s friend. And Rhioe was. . . well he didn’t know. Was it presuming to call her a friend? They had just met. Besides, Logan Blackmoore didn’t make friends, except for—Logan shook his head, trying to clear out the confusing thoughts.

If Jin was really working for the sparrows, how would he tell Rhioe? Poor girl, he wished he could just run back to her and tell her everything was alright, that Jin wasn’t working with the sparrows. For a moment, Logan turned and looked back down the road. He could just forget about the arrest. Just go back home- or well- to Leona’s house. It would be so much easier. But what about justice? The words came to him almost like an audible voice. He sighed, his breath forming a cloud in the cold, night air.

Squaring his shoulders, he turned away from the road behind him and kept walking forwards. Justice must be served. . .no matter how hard it was. And if it was true that the Sparrows were the ones lighting the fires- Logan’s jaw clicked shut. There must be a stop put to that. It had killed so many. It had killed Shyla.

Shyla. The thought of her brought a choking sensation to Logan’s throat. He tried to swallow, but found it nearly impossible. He missed her so much! Her death had been so horrible, and in his mind, it was his fault- he had tried to rescue her, but he had failed.  Tears came to his dark eyes. He blinked hard against them. Covering his face with his hands he drew a deep, shaking breath. The feverish feeling that haunted him every night came, burning in his left temple.

He had always felt deep guilt for Shyla’s death. There had ever been anything that had affected him so much as losing her. She had been missing for so long, then he had found her only to lose her again. . . forever. And Rhioe reminded him so much of her for some reason.

Logan lifted his head and realized that he had stopped walking. Something wet dripped from his chin and landed on his hand.  Tears. He’d actually been crying without even knowing it. He wiped his tears away with his sleeve. He couldn’t just stand here crying. He had work to do. Even if it was that last thing he wanted to do right now, it was his job and he had to do it.

He hurried forwards again, trying to turn his thoughts away from his traumatic past to the present. He glanced around him at the crumbling, wasted city. Was there any hope here? Was the future really an escape from the past or was it destined to be just as dark?  Could anything he could do really make the future and brighter for these people? Or would his efforts be another failed rescue.

There was the street. Finally. There was no turning back now. Once again he counted the houses out to the tenth one. Stepping up to the front door he knocked and waited for an answer.