“So the medical applications of the combat suit will give the medic a reading of your heartbeat, blood pressure and conscious state whenever you show signs you’re in distress.” The medic explained as we patrolled along.
“Huh, but I wasn’t in distress, maybe it’s a glitch?” We turned a corner only have walked into a wall of gunfire.
An ambush.
I dropped down to the ground immediately and started shooting rounds down in the opposite direction, none of my bullets hitting anyone but forcing a couple to duck into cover.
“What about now?” The medic replied sarcastically.
It's in a much later chapter in my novel.
