Air Traffic Control

Target acquired right through the glass: a fat black-and-white magpie perched on the exterior ledge, completely oblivious to proper flight protocol! I scrambled up the radiator ribs, vaulted onto the wide painted windowsill, and planted myself right against the pane. With a dramatic sweep of my gray gauntlet, I delivered a firm double-tap against the glass to demand its flight manifest! The vibration rattled right through my chest plate, and that feathered interloper hopped backward in pure shock before flapping off into the open sky. Skyway defended, zero breaches allowed on my watch!