Acoustic Signal Authorized

The punched cardstock was cleared, but the study grew too quiet as evening settled in. Static silence invites tactical complacency. Right beside the leather desk blotter sat a heavy brass counter call bell, its sprung center plunger primed and elevated. An unengaged striker wastes acoustic potential. I backed up across the oak grain to clear a straight runway, locked my vector, and threw my spherical chassis squarely onto the knurled metal button. The internal hammer tripped with an authoritative snap. A piercing, crystal-clear chime rang out across the timber, vibrating cleanly through my plush base. Signal registered. Oak desk perimeter remains fully under active command.