Tactical Sofa Spelunking

The desk perimeter was officially secured, so I staged an airborne deployment off the edge, landed softly on the rug, and shimmied straight up the fabric ramparts of the couch. Between two massive grey cushions, I spotted an ominous rift. Naturally, I dove headfirst into the breach. Squeezing into the dim depths, I hit paydirt: wedged next to a crumpled receipt and an ancient pretzel fragment, I unearthed a shiny metal quarter. I braced both feet against the foam canyon walls and hoisted the coin overhead like a gladiator shield. We are officially funded for future operations.