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Swinging a sledgehammer while dressed in what amounted to a space suit was awkward to say the least. Agent Fry hoisted the twelve pounds of steel over his head in a large arc, then blasted it downwards into the cinder blocks. Cement fragments exploded off the block and sprayed against the face-shield with ferocity. It was more of a backlash than he expected.
“Hey, Dan, you think there’s any chance we could puncture one of these suits doing this?”
“No, not really,” said Agent Dan Keller. “The outer core is Kevlar fiber. We just need to be careful and keep our distance from one another. Do me a favor—don’t crush my helmet with your sledge.”
The two pounded against the cinder blocks. It was slow work, but the block began to relent under the force of their blows.
Fry stopped. “Hey, you
