Kisha nearly shot up from her seat in shock. If she wasn't mistaken, these foreign objects could only be one of two things: either metal brackets implanted due to severe injuries sustained during service... or the chips she feared.
But seven? Seven chips? That number was far too high, no matter how she tried to rationalize it.
Her eyes drifted to the window. The Commander General looked like he was hanging on by a thread; one more blow, and he might not survive. Kisha strode over, pushed the window open wider, and called out in a firm, icy voice, "Fred, that's enough. Drag him back in."
Outwardly, she was composed and cold. But inside, her mind was spinning. She was deeply rattled.
As Fred dragged the Commander General back inside, Kisha pressed the "See More" button on the scan results. Immediately, a series of detailed X-ray images and diagnostic reports appeared before her.
