She shoved her sled forward, and he lifted, putting all of his strength and the Mjolnir armor’s into the effort. The sled came off the glassy pavement and partially flipped, then crashed down on the far side of the conveyor belt. It was more or less even with Linda’s, but resting at an angle that left a small gap between the two vehicles.
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	Fred sat in the driver’s compartment of a half-loaded cargo sled that looked large enough to haul an entire platoon—along with a couple of pieces of field artillery. The sleds were simple vehicles, little more than an egg-shaped driver’s compartment attached to the front of a cargo bed long enough to hold two Spartans lying end-to-end.