Fished nodded. "Dingo here caught a bullet through the meat of his thigh. Not life-threatening and with no permanent damage.

"Curved plates would have stopped that!" Stim insisted.

Ben nodded with a shaky smile. "Thank you very much for your efforts tonight. I'm deeply indebted to you guys. And Evelyn, of course!" He pulled her to his side, and she didn't resist.

"You just get this armor approved for combat missions. It's pretty spectacular stuff," Fisher said with a grin. Then he gave Ben a sly grin. "The armor the guys tested for you, do you need it back?"

Ben was still a bit leery about it being relied upon...