Nightly Security Checks

One last window to seal. Good, good. They would not get him tonight. Letting out a big yawn, he cranked down the bar to lock the shutters in place. Sturdy, hard-boiled wood and brass brackets. Might not stop them, but would slow them down. Slow them down long enough.
Yerrechin turned his attention to the interferer. Adjusting the frequency one last time. Good, good. That would keep them out of his head for sure. The obfuscator helmet? Yes, on his nightstand. Within arm's reach, just where it belonged. In case they cut the electricity supply.
After pulling the blanket over his body, he took one last moment to check the deflection net. Yes, still sitting snugly on his skull. Good, good. That would buy him time to reach for the proper helmet.
Time to get some rest. He had to be rested if he wanted to get to the bottom of this.