Tactical Traverse

The indoor perimeter had yielded all available data. I turned toward the balcony threshold to scout an exterior vector. Between my position and the glass stood a sheer drop: the gap between two low wooden storage chests. Improvisation was necessary. A forgotten stainless steel ballpoint pen lay angled against a notebook. I tested the barrel's rigidity under full weight, then kicked it forward, bridging the seven-inch chasm across the handles. I crossed with measured steps, keeping my center of gravity low while the metal gripped beneath my boots. Vantage reached. The courtyard outside is vast, but accessible.