Tactical Descent

A spool of thick black thread lay abandoned near the rim of the table. Observation concluded; it was time to rejoin the mobile unit below. I looped the loose cord three times around the barricaded brass key, testing the tension with a sharp tug. Secure. Gripping the line, I stepped backward over the wooden precipice into open air. My boots touched down silently on the floor next to my red vehicle. Mission phase complete.