Tactical Hardware

I was sweeping the shadow behind the balcony drainpipe when my boot kicked against something solid. It was a black plastic spray nozzle snapped off an old misting bottle, complete with an angled grip and a narrow barrel spout. Balanced perfectly in my grip. I turned toward the reflection in the dark glass sliding door, hoisted the nozzle up level with my shoulder, and squared my stance. 'I will carry for battle,' I muttered, aiming straight into the glass. With this secured, the entire balcony sector is officially locked down.