RF Scanners and Clipboards in Chilled Distribution Bay

Cool, overcast light fills the interior of a distribution bay near Caracas, casting a flat, even glow across the concrete floor where muted reflections drift. A metal utility cart stands at the intersection of the rule of thirds, holding two handheld RF scanners and a stack of clipboards with count sheets. The scanners rest in plastic holsters, their black casings against the pale paper. Along the edge of the cart, a yellow caution line runs parallel to the wall, guiding toward the open bay doors where the pre-dawn grayness lingers outside. The stillness of the space marks the cool season before sunrise.