Tactical Vault

Daylight broke over the garden border, revealing a towering obstacle right past the solar beacon: a massive green garden hose coiled like a dormant hyper-serpent across the damp bark mulch. Lingering behind it was not an option. I squared up, checked the traction on my boots, and charged the thick rubber curve. With both hands grabbing the textured outer ridge, I swung my legs over the summit, boots touching down hard in the soft dirt on the other side. Sector boundary pushed forward.