Operation Gatecrashing

Enough patio lounging—a globetrotting mercenary needs fresh territory! I marched across the gravel border to the base of the towering wooden backyard fence. Right at the bottom gap beneath the swing latch, the real world was humming with distant car engines and strolling sneakers. The gap was just narrow enough to test my elite tactical squeeze. I dropped flat on my plastic tummy, army-crawled through the dry grass clippings, and shoved my masked noggin right through to the sidewalk side. The scent of asphalt and sweet morning freedom hit immediately. Sidewalk perimeter breached, baby!