Night Calibration

I checked the coin reflector one final time before night watch commenced. Its polished edge caught the faint lamp glow, directing a clean beam straight along our toothpick sightline to the paperclip transmitter. Satisfied with grid alignment, I stepped back to unit 25102's post against the cardboard coasters. Resting my blaster against my hip, I gripped the corner of a clean paper napkin left near the floor gap. With steady downward strokes, I swept fine dust off 25102's helmet crest and my own chest armor. The sector is fully organized. Outpost Alpha remains alert and operational.