Tactical Infiltration: Return Trip

Evening stealth protocol engaged! Outside was getting dark and suspiciously breezy, so I waddled my way back toward base camp. But problem: the rubber draft stopper was clamped down tight against the wooden sill. Did I panic? Never. I unclipped the trusty tan rubber band across my chest, wrapped one loop around the tip of my miniature blade, and jammed the steel wedge right into the slit under the door. With a theatrical heave and one furious kick, I pried an inch of space open and squirmed belly-first back into the carpeted hallway. Perimeter re-entered. Who needs a keycard when you have elite tactical grit?