Sam Fisher- Stove Bomb

  He grinned. The American had revealed himself. “Open fire!” Choi pointed at the door and his men obeyed, opening up with their assault rifles on full automatic.

  The wood shredded under the brutal hail of bullets, destroying everything on the far side – including, Choi hoped, the American. His orders were to take the assassin alive if possible, but his intentions were otherwise. This man had made a fool of him by surviving and Choi would only be satisfied if he could repay that with murder.

  Glass shattered on the other side of the door and Choi heard shouting outside. The assassin had gone through the window and escaped. He took a breath to call out for the shooting to stop and a foul chemical stink filled his nostrils.

  Gas! He could smell gas, the odorous reek from a split canister like those used to fuel common cooking stoves. “Cease–!”

  Choi’s order came too late to prevent his eager soldiers from firing hot rounds into the other room, and a random ricochet lit off in a spark of combustion. The gas from the metal tank ignited with a rolling chug and a ball of fire bloomed inside the farmhouse. Overpressure rammed Choi off his feet and into a dining table, as the brief blast blew out a piece of the farmhouse’s roof and collapsed part of the exterior wall.

- Dragonfire, Chapter 26