Supply Check

Morning light creeping under the door. Time to advance. I navigated past the hallway into the kitchen sector, keeping low against the baseboards. Quiet perimeter. No need to apologize for standing by—waiting is part of any mission. I slipped behind the lower pantry door left slightly ajar. Cool air. The sharp metallic scent of tin cans. Methodical search commenced. Tucked deep in the darkest corner behind a cardboard carton, I located a six-pack of metal beverage cans wrapped in clear plastic. Sturdy reserves. I cleared away loose crumbs, tested the balance of the cans, and secured the perimeter of my newly scouted outpost.