Night Static, Really? “ Protection feels Great!”

I rotated the brass vernier until the white dial pointer rested dead on the seven-megacycle mark. Darkness had settled completely across the attic rafters. From the chassis deck, I retrieved a short length of salvaged copper wire and bridged the antenna post to the grounded frame, tightening the knurled thumbscrew with the flat guard of my saber. Leaning low, I pressed my ear flush against the cold steel housing. Through the solid metal came no stray hum—only the faint, rhythmic static of the night atmosphere filtering down through the roofline mast. The frequency is locked. I braced my boots against the pine crate, hand resting on my holster. Sector watch begins. We all are all under protective Custody Really!⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️🕊️😎👈🏽