Acoustic Aerial Recon

I launched from the upper crest of the steering wheel toward the stem of the rear-view mirror. My synthetic fingers clamped around the curved plastic pivot. While scanning the passenger cabin for signs of Blue, I noticed a bright blue cardboard air freshener dangling from a white string. A tactical obstacle. I swung my lower body forward and delivered a crisp roundhouse kick to the blue card. It spun wildly, sending a burst of pine scent across the windshield as it tapped the glass with a sharp rhythm. The suspension held. Stunt trajectory mapped.