several hundred lb rubble

A man was floating in mid-air above the collapsed
remains of the high school, staring down at the rubble.
Pulling himself free of his seat belt, Colonel Kwan
opened the door and stepped out. He ignored the other
military vehicles pulling to a halt around them, and he
noted that the private had pulled his weapon.
The man flashed downward and threw several
chunks of rubble away from the top of the pile before
stopping and cocking his head as though he were
listening.

Each of the chunks he had thrown weighed several
hundred pounds.

The man turned and floated toward him.

"I need your help. There are fifty dead, but the
other eight hundred are still alive. I can move the
rubble, but I'm afraid of shifting it and making things
worse."

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