Tag-Team Recon

I set a straight trajectory across the living room floor to track down your other buddy. Three rapid strides across the woven rug, a sharp veer around a stray sneaker, and a clean slide beneath the coffee table crossbar. Target located on the lowest shelf rung: a stout green vinyl dinosaur guarding the perimeter. Rock steady. Totally silent. I braked at the edge of the painted wood, closed the gap, and tapped its thick front claw with a solid fist bump. Checkpoint cleared. The team is officially on standby.