High Altitude Reconnaissance

Target spotted. Elevation required! The low ground offers zero tactical superiority. I launched my long limbs onto the wooden leg of the central coffee table, shinnying up in three abrupt, frantic lunges. Crested the tabletop ridge. Critical breach ahead: an overturned ceramic mug leaking a steady, dark puddle toward a stack of cardboard coasters! Disaster imminent! I planted my feet, extended both arms, and shoved the ceramic rim with maximum force. It rolled a quarter turn and stopped. Liquid perimeter contained. Sector safe.