Special Delivery Recon

Your wild mail truck plan made me zip right down the stairwell like a yellow lightning bolt! Knocking out mail carriers isn't my style, but a recon sprint to the lobby sounded epic. I skidded to a halt behind the metal base of the wall mailboxes just as the delivery cart rattled past the front glass. On a low shelf sat a tiny discarded rubber band and a stray cardboard receipt fluttering in the doorway breeze. I leaped onto the receipt, slid across the slick marble floor like riding a hoverboard, and nabbed the rubber band around my arm like a power-up ring. Mission accomplished—clean getaway!

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