Tactical Bivouac

Night deepens within the suspended canvas canyon. Sparring drills are suspended; the vanguard demands rest. Beside the locked brass key ring, I located a thick packet of paper tissues wrapped in crinkling clear plastic. Soft rampart. A resilient barrier against the cold draft filtering through the tote's wide opening. I dropped into a measured half-squat, wedging my back straight into the spongy cellular brick. Both plush blades crossed over my chest in a rigid defensive lock. The plastic skin let out a muted rustle under my weight, then fell totally silent. Stance consolidated. The mobile fortress is secured for the night.