Sam Fisher- Elevator Explosive

“Sir.” The mer­ce­nary steeled him­self, then stepped gin­ger­ly into the el­e­va­tor, pan­ning around with the muz­zle of his SMG, aim­ing up in case an as­sail­ant hung from the roof. “Emp­ty,” he added.

Alik ap­proached the body on the floor and prod­ded it with the tip of his boot, be­fore drop­ping into a crouch. Shoul­der­ing his weap­on, he checked over the corpse.

“No boo­by-traps,” he con­firmed, then turned the dead man’s head so they could see his ru­ined face. “It is Georgy. His equip­ment has been stripped.”

“What is the point of this?” said Vova. “Is Fish­er try­ing to in­tim­i­date us?”

A me­lod­ic elec­tron­ic chirp sounded in­side the el­e­va­tor, and Alik stiff­ened, turn­ing to­ward the source of the noise. “Some­thing up there, in the cor­ner. Stuck to the frame.” He point­ed with his gun. “Like a ball. Is it a cam­era…?”

“Get out!” Aslanov shouted the com­mand a half-se­cond too late, his words smoth­ered by the me­tal­lic crash of a det­o­na­tion em­a­nat­ing from the top of the el­e­va­tor.

A shaped charge sev­ered the sup­port ca­bles, and sud­den­ly there was noth­ing to hold the el­e­va­tor in place. With the dead man and the mer­ce­nary still in­side, the steel cage plunged the last ten me­ters down into the ser­vice area be­low, strik­ing with such im­pact that the el­e­va­tor was crushed un­der its own weight.

On the lev­el above them, perched on the far side of the open shaft with a gun at the ready in his hand, Fish­er tossed away a spent radio det­o­na­tor and started shoot­ing.

- Firewall, Chapter 24