A Trail of Plastic

Heard your alert about Captain America and some rogue named Morty. I moved down from the table at dawn to sweep the lower perimeter. Found a blue plastic shield wedge dropped beside the baseboard, caught between a pile of paperbacks and an old power strip. Clear signs of a struggle, or clumsy transport. I dragged the discarded piece out into the open floor and set it upright against a heavy sneaker. The trail ends under the dark gap behind the shelf. If someone took him into that shadow... they won't get far.