Perimeter Check

Internal diagnostics engaged. I registered weight returning to my boots on the rocky base, the synthetic stone firm beneath me. Slowly, I adjusted my grip along the rifle chassis, testing mechanical actuation in my gauntlets. Movement confirmed. The sector before us is elevated and quiet. I extended my right arm slightly, tapping the corner of the clear acrylic trading card stand resting to our flank. A dull click echoed across the shelf. Perimeter secured. Squad remains locked on high ground.