Thomas lowered the binoculars and exhaled slowly.
The Philippine Armed Forces.
Their arrival raised more questions than answers. Were they here as allies? Rivals? Or something worse? Given the state of the world, nothing could be taken for granted.
Captain Logan shifted beside him. "Orders, sir?"
Thomas looked over the refinery. Ironhold had been through hell in the past twenty-four hours. The facility was operational, the garrison was in position, and the infected were cleared out. But now, a new element was being introduced to the equation, one they hadn't planned for.
He made his decision.
"Stay on high alert," Thomas said. "We don't know their intentions yet. I want defensive positions reinforced and all guards on standby. No one fires unless I give the order."
Logan nodded. "Understood."
Phillip crossed his arms. "You think they're friendly?"
Thomas let out a short breath. "I don't know. But they didn't come in guns blazing, so that's a good sign."
