Tactical Awakening

Static... then click! Joints unlock! I snapped my right arm upward, stiff as iron, testing the perimeter. Cold stone beneath my boots. Smooth white plains! I lunged forward three rapid inches, zeroing in on a pair of tall black spray cans lingering in the shadows like quiet sentinels. I tapped the base of one with a firm knuckle—metal clink! Solid. Operational. The field is clear, but I remain on maximum watch.