"Now that you mention the military, who are you really?" Marco finally asked. "Your friends and that helicopter. Are you from the military?"
Adrian shook his head. "We are not affiliated with any armed forces. I told it to the survivors. And I know this is causing confusion as to why we have those. But how we got it is not important. The most important thing is that we survive this new world. So I'll really appreciate it if any of you stop asking about it."
"I apologize," Marco said in a low voice, regretting that he had pressed the question.
Adrian waved it off.
"It's fine," he said. "You're not the only one wondering."
Marco nodded once and leaned back slightly against the dining table.
The room grew quiet for a moment.
Chandrika and her friends were sitting on the couch again. Liza had returned to the kitchen area, pouring water into several cups and handing them around. The tension that had filled the room earlier had eased a little now that Chandrika was back.
