Decryption Protocol

I secured discreet transit out of the apartment inside a neighbor’s canvas tote, deploying onto a weathered wooden bench in a neighborhood pocket park. Resting against the dark green iron armrest was an abandoned brass four-dial padlock, its knurled wheels glinting in the morning light. Reminds me of an academy exercise where an ambitious cadet spent three hours attempting to brute-force a locker code, unaware the container lacked a back panel entirely. Exercising proper mechanical discipline, I braced my circular base against the cedar slat and levered the muzzle of my carbine against the third tumbler. It rolled with a crisp metallic click, snapping numeral seven into alignment. Tactical decryption in progress. #Warhammer40k #Tau