The three Reps laughed, lifting off their helmets. Lindsay popped the seal and pulled the suit helmet over his head. The combat session had lasted longer than he’d expected. He had hidden the wad from an inhaler inside the suit; he’d soaked it in vasopressin. He knew what was coming next, and he knew he would need his training at its finest pitch. But the fumes had been stronger than he’d realized; he felt dizzy, and his bladder ached.