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The tool chest was crumpled, the door barely scratched

Caine drew the chest back and hurled it forward again This time more tools spilled out and the chest was crushed to half its size But the door was undaed

Caine felt Diana’s hand on his arm “Hey Why don’t you see what Jack can do”

Caine was torn between the fear of failing if he continued to batter away ineffectually, and the

fear of being shown up by the coeek This had become as much a contest between him and Drake as it was an attack on the power plant

“Shohat you got, Jack,” Caine said

Coed on by Diana

He placed his hands against the door and tried to get a good grip on the floor with his sneakers He pushed against the door, and his feet slid away beneath him He fell to one knee

“It’s too slippery,” Jack said

“We have to be through that door before Saes, and we need that control room”

His gaze rested on a heavy wrench “Look out”

Caine levitated the wrench, lifted it to the ceiling, turned it vertical, and with a sudden sweep of his hands plunged the wrench into the floor It crunched through tile and concrete and stood like a cli piton that had been hammered into a cliff face

Caine repeated the e stainless steel into the floor

“Okay, use those”

Jack braced his feet against the tools, placed his hands against the door, and heaved with all his ht