fire extinguisher

Hardesty was waiting in the corridor leading to the cockpit. He announced
himself with the crash from a Widowmaker. Saxon dove for cover,
bracing himself for the inevitable tornado of depressurization; but instead he
caught the edges of a spatter of gooey matter that chugged into
the air. Specks of it touched his bare skin and burned; the sniper was firing
crowd-buster rounds, saboted cartridges that burst in the air and
coated targets with a sticky mess of contact irritants. Saxon resisted the urge
to tear at his inflamed skin and swore; the fluid wasn't lethal, but
it hurt like hell.

And right on cue, Hardesty called out to him. "They say this crap can kill a
man, if he takes a shot to the face. Makes your throat swell up,
chokes the air from you." He snorted. "Always wanted to see if that was
true. Let me try it out."

Saxon checked the stun gun. One round remaining. At this range, he'd do as
much damage with harsh language. Gingerly, he peered out from
cover. Hardesty was blocking the entrance to the cockpit, and behind him a
door of reinforced steel and plastic closed off the path to the flight
deck. If Hardesty had made it up here ahead of him, then Saxon knew his
entry code to get that door open was now null and void. Any hope of
taking the plane was lost. Now he had to worry about staying alive;
somewhere behind or below him, Namir and Barrett were still in the game.
Across the corridor there was a stairwell leading to the other deck, but to
reach it he would pass right in front of Hardesty, and give him ample
time to unload the rest of the auto-shotgun loads into him.

Think fast. He ducked back just as Hardesty poked the Widowmaker's muzzle
out and let off a triple-shot salvo. Saxon tasted vaporized
capsicum in the air and winced at the acid tang in his throat. Above him, a
portable fire extinguisher the size of a wine bottle sat in a recessed
alcove. He snatched it from the clip securing it in place and held it like a
club, bringing it down on the arm of a chair at the point where the
discharge nozzle joined the foam canister. It bent on the first hit, and he
repeated the action.

"What the hell are you doing?" Hardesty called. "Trying to dig your way
out?"

On the second strike the joint dented and a hiss of escaping gasses puffed
white spray into the air. The third hit dislodged the nozzle and suddenly the
canister was a fountain of cold, smothering vapor. Saxon hurled it down the
corridor and heard Hardesty cry out in surprise as the
makeshift gas bomb filled the enclosed space with choking mist.

Saxon vaulted toward the stairwell under cover of the distraction, even as
Hardesty fired blindly, fluid-filled shells splattering all around him.
He mistimed the jump and stumbled on the metal staircase, almost tumbling
headlong. Recovering, he broke into a run back down the length of
the jet, kicking open the door to the main cargo bay; beyond it was the
rearmost compartment and the stowed helo.

- Deus Ex: Icarus Effect, Chapter 10 pgs. 277-280