Old Spy, New Tricks

    At least not until Hale started to get hurt during their many "sparring" sessions.

    "That's it," Hale snapped one day after slamming his head against the coffee table for the forth time that evening. "It's my turn. This time, I'm going to teach YOU something."
    After some discussion, Hale was appalled to find out that Zach didn't know how to pick a lock. "I usually just kick in the door," Zach said with a shrug, but that simply wouldn't do for Hale.

    "Then that settles it." Hale said with a nod and disappeared off into his room, returning moments later with a small bag full of various locks. He set it on the coffee table and dug around in it. "Here." he said, passing a simple combination lock over to Zach who studied it for a minute. 
    "How do I pick it? There's nothing to pick?"
    After some instructions, Zach sat in the middle of the living room floor with the lock and a shard of an old soda can, completely and entirely concentrated on popping open the lock. 
    "You should be able to slid the piece of aluminum into the left side of the lock," Hale told him, sitting back on the couch to watch Zach. "Once you've got it in, pull on the shackle so it'll wedge the aluminum in there."
    "Okay, Okay, I got it," Zach said, trying to get Hale to shut up so he could concentrate.

    "And be careful the aluminum is sharp so you might cut yourself-"

    "Ow, crap."
    "Just like that."
    Zach remained silent for some time, shaking the lock and moving it this way and then, unwilling to give up until he got it.
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i may or may not have been working on the same thing as Zach

since yesterday

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