Richard's eyes widened as he adjusted his posture, muttering, "The... safe zones?"
Jerry nodded. "Exactly as I said."
Richard blinked, his neck moving as he took in the sight of all three of us calmly staring at him, poking holes in his forehead with our gaze.
The young soldier let out a tensed chuckle, gulping as a lone sweat slid from his temple.
The shirtless soldier whistled as he whispered, "They've got you now."
"What exactly do you want to know about the safe zones?" Richard finally asked, breaking the awkward ice that he himself seemed to have built.
"Well, you know," I raised my arm, flicking my wrist in a rolling motion as I grinned, "everything?"
"Right," Richard breathed out, "of course."
Marcus calmly tapped Richard's shoulder, "Come on, go ahead."
Richard hesitated for a while, then gazed down at the lying, shirtless soldier, as if waiting for an approval or order.
"What?" The older man growled, "Don't look at me. Tell them."
