Morrison turned his head, keeping his rifle pointed down the tunnel: "Well, that's just bloody peachy, innit? Stay calm, and give me a better reading. Earn that paycheck!" Morrison was getting frantic.
Everything was happening too quickly not that it made Altair scared but it was difficult for the boy to dispense the priorities among the things happening around him. Trying to carryout the order and make out the exact distance and speed of the possible threat approaching them, it took all the concentration Altair had not too look up when Harmon spotted something in his IR sight.
Ok how do you do this? Altair tried to remember the training he was given. A sudden understanding came to the boy - when the rest of the marines had the in depth lessons on the motion tracker he had to attend some medics lessons, to get used to the military equipment and procedures that where totally different from the civilian ones.
Altair had read the manual on the motion tracker afterwards but he still had many questions, questions that were not very well explained in the book and one of those confusing things was the way to calculate the distance and the numbers from the readings the motion tracker was giving. Despite the missed training the boy tried to remember the book, his mind straining to come up with every possible clue, just as his eyes examined the monitor.
Reporting the exact numbers and most important the distance between the marines and the possible threat which was still approaching them Altair finally looked up just as he switched on his IR vision, his mind trying to identify the being, if it was even possible.