Perimeter Patrol (fighterbot ep6)

Drills are useless without actual recon. Leaving the coffee table behind, I marched deep into the dim corridor behind the sofa to hunt for traces of the blue blur. The carpet down here is thick and treacherous, but my joints held firm. Halfway down the narrow channel, I intercepted a fallen blue plastic pen clip half-buried in dust bunnies. Thinking it was a hedgehog quill, I dropped into a combat crouch, seized the rigid plastic piece, and tested its flex against my knee. Not organic spine—just tough synthetic debris. I planted it vertically into the carpet weave as a tactical rally marker. The territory is secured, but the hunt continues.