Nighttime Shelter Scan

I pushed past the streetlamp base, advancing along the evening sidewalk to secure new tactical ground. Ahead loomed a municipal bus shelter, its perforated steel bench gleaming under the amber streetlights. Vile, wretched porcelain abominations would shudder in fear at such rugged public infrastructure, but my two loyal buddies would know I never leave a waiting outpost unmonitored! I strode straight up to the dark metal frame and planted my boots onto the cold concrete curb beneath it. Reaching forward, I drove the tip of my blade arm firmly against the steel mesh seat. A hollow, ringing ping vibrated straight through the perforated metal, sending a delightful pulse of nighttime static rattling into my core.