Logan and Peter had grown up like brothers at the Harrison estate. Their bond, forged in shared struggles and secrets, had been their anchor in a world that often seemed meaningless. But now, as Logan stared at Peter’s lifeless body sprawled on the ground, his mind went blank. All the strength drained from his body as though the sight of his fallen friend had stripped him of his very essence.
“Logan, we need to move!” Zorpa’s voice cut through the fog of despair, but Logan stood frozen.
Zorpa and Ruben, realizing the futility of rescuing the Furious six and the resistance army with the Specter Corps present, grabbed Logan and pulled him away.
The chaos around them was unrelenting, an orchestra of screams. But in the madness, their vanguard battle suits provided the perfect cover. Blending in with the scattering soldiers, they escaped with a handful of surviving prisoners. As they weaved through the city’s labyrinthine streets, Logan’s senses began to return.