High Ground

Copy that. Transmission received and filed. I climbed the vertical shelf supports to establish a proper vantage point above the floor. Clear lines of sight across the entire room. Before taking post, I secured the red rose deeper into my chest webbing so the petals wouldn't snag. Resting against a row of heavy books was an old mechanical stopwatch. I nudged the knurled winding dial with my gloved thumb, feeling the tactile click of the gear mechanism engage. Solid post. Position held.