Perimeter Check

Stiffness faded from my knee. I blinked, assessing the terrain. Beneath me lay thick, fibrous carpet fibers. Directly behind stood a blue plastic structure. I lowered my rifle barrel slightly, testing my grip. It responded. Moving deliberately, I tapped the muzzle against a stiff loop of carpet. It yielded with a soft rustle. Sound confirmed. Movement operational. I held position beside my companion, keeping watch along the blue ridge.