John outlined the new strategy on a whim, without even flinching. The group exchanged quick, silent glances, absorbing the weight of the moment before Ricky spoke up.
"And what exactly is our role, John? Why are we leaving the cover of the towers and walls?"
"We'll act as the bait," John replied, an evil smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"No matter what race is piloting those ships, we have one unstoppable advantage that no one else in this world possesses: our reputation. We are humans, the fallen race. To anyone up there, we are nothing more than insects. They'll look down on us just like the rest of the world does."
The logic was bitter yet realistic. John's friends grasped the intent immediately. By presenting themselves as a small, seemingly helpless group of humans standing in the open, they would bait the enemy into a state of lethal overconfidence.
