"Sure, they can't come in, but they could easily lob a few grenades and finish us off if they wanted. They've clearly considered that. But it seems… they need us for something else. Killing us outright just isn't part of their plan."
Luke let out a tired sigh. "Let's rest for a moment, conserve our energy, and see what their next move is. We'll act accordingly," he said. "Until then, keep your senses sharp, especially your hearing."
He leaned back against the dusty board behind him, unconcerned with his appearance or how filthy he'd become. His assault rifle rested casually in his arm, the barrel angled upward as if it were an extension of himself, ever ready despite his seemingly relaxed posture.
"Right…" Dave replied, knowing Luke was correct. Keeping his nerves wound too tight would only wear him down faster than their enemies ever could. With only the two of them and limited resources at hand, conserving energy mattered more than blind vigilance.
