Removing Cerberus Armor, Helmet Weight

He shook his head and tapped his goggles. “I told you, I broke up a fight on the way over here. I’m good for an hour or so. I told him to just get Barry.”
“Are you sure?” She stood in front of the ladder and held her arms out to either side.
“Stop putting it off and strip,” he said with a smirk.
“**** you.” She blinked a few commands to the suit’s computer, whispered a passcode, and across the armor two dozen matchbook-sized panels popped open to expose bolts. The wide collar of armor slid apart to reveal another four sockets. “The head first.”
“Yeah, I know.” He stepped up the ladder and looked her in the eyes. “We’ve done this a couple dozen times now.”
“Sorry.”
Gorgon slid the Allen wrench into the collar and worked out each of the front bolts. A few minutes later he reached around the armored skull and loosened the two in the back. He pocketed the wrench and grabbed the helmet with both hands. “Ready?”
Cerberus nodded, the faint hum of the battle suit vanished, and its eyes went gray as it stiffened into a statue. He heaved and the armor’s sixty-pound head came up. He heard a faint hiss as seals opened, half a dozen clicks as USB plugs popped out of sockets, and then a deep breath.

Excerpt From Ex-Heroes, pg 243-244
Peter Clines
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