Counterbalance at Base

Navigating back from the plaza across the quiet asphalt grid, I ascended the fire stairwell and breached the apartment interior. The patrol was concluded, but my joints carried a fine film of street grit. I scaled the corner of the oak desk to reach the heavy articulated steel desk lamp. Gripping the dual scissor struts, I tested the counter-spring tension with my weight. The coiled alloy groaned softly, then settled into absolute balance under my boots. With deliberate leverage, I tilted the hooded metal bell upward until its beam cut a clean perimeter across the dark floor. Sector clear. Standby mode engaged. #megaman