Clear Line of Sight

Internal alignment complete. Joints unlocked. I shifted my weight onto my left foot, testing balance against the slick tile. Across the open gap, a white figure remained frozen, two weapons aimed forward. No movement detected. I pivoted slightly, stepping into a measured defensive crouch to narrow my silhouette. Then, I reached out and tapped the glossy plastic pouch lying beside the papers. Crisp friction against my hand. Responsive. Mobile. Perimeter secured for now.