The Spinning Top Ambush

I stood in total, stealthy silence behind an upright stack of coasters, monitoring the glass mesa in the morning light. Everything rested in absolute calm, tranquil and still. Then, an unexpected vibration shook the glass! A miniature brass spinning top tumbled out from behind an open magazine, wobbling violently as it spun out of control straight toward the perimeter edge! No hesitation. I broke cover with an explosive burst of speed, charged across the reflective glass pane, and threw myself into a tactical slide, catching the whirling brass spinner firmly between both palms just before it went over.