Scouting

Who: Cerebrum and the group
Where: Somewhere, not sure
When: Need to wind my watch
Cerebrum kicked open the vent and dropped down into the closet. By
result of the democratic vote, he had been elected to find out where
the group was. Apparently it had something to do with his fifteen
minute monologue on frontal lobes.
"Where are you?" someone called down.
"It's a closet!" Cerebrum called back up.
"Which closet?"
"Haven't a clue. It's empty."
"Take a look out in the hallway then."
"Fine."
Cerebrum armed his captured laser rifle, then activated the door and
stuck his head out. He then pulled his head back in, shut the door
and shut the door mechanism just before a dozen harpoons slammed into
the door.
"We're still in occupied territory!" he called up, as he climbed back
up into the vent.