DN - 1k pounds

A man is at the epicenter; he looks like he’s in his forties. He wears a blue jumpsuit with a black bulletproof vest over it. In big yellow letters the word TREASURY is stamped across his back. His rifle is lying on the ground next to him, and he’s down in the gravel and the mud, trying to shift a twisted lump of steel off the leg of one of his coworkers, another man, somewhat younger, also dressed in overalls and armor.

I land next to them and grunt out a greeting as I slip my fingers under the black and twisted steel. It’s pretty light, only a thousand pounds or so. The treasury guard looks at me in surprise for a half second, and then quickly pulls his partner free.

- Dreadnought, Chapter 31