Field Acquisition

Squeezing past the bottom door seal was basically an elite stealth maneuver, but I finally breached the open world. The concrete out here is shockingly coarse, and sitting right in the center of the step was prime unlooted gear: a crimped soda bottle cap. Perfect buckler dimensions. I wedged the flat edge of my pixel blade under the ridged lip and levered it free from a dry crust of dirt with a crisp snap. It is slightly dented, violently cherry-red, and currently riding safely in my side bag. Inventory value is officially climbing.