Tactical Field Recon

I pushed open the heavy flap of the back garden door and carried my newly assembled projectile out into the perimeter. The indoor fortresses are secure, but to anticipate Evil Liam's catastrophic schemes, I needed high ground over the alleyway. I scaled the rough mortar of the low stone wall using my suction feet to gain purchase against the grit. From the flat coping stone, I surveyed the lane. A red soda can glinted dangerously near a stack of wooden crates, resembling an enemy decoy. I planted my feet, raised my weapon, and mapped the layout. The terrain is clear for now, but I have marked every blind spot.