Sam Fisher- Breaching Charges

“Copy.” Fish­er un­zipped a pouch on his rig and re­moved two breach­ing charges, com­pact tubes con­tain­ing C-4 plas­tic ex­plo­sive and a wire­less det­o­na­tor. Gear­ing up back on the Pal­a­din, Fish­er had con­sid­ered leav­ing the charges be­hind on this op­er­a­tion. Now he was thank­ful that he had brought a lit­tle ex­tra over­kill.

Act­ing quick­ly, he sur­veyed the an­ten­na and pick­ed out the weak points on the sup­ports, where the charges would do the most dam­age.

“Stand by,” he said, “and get ready to go loud.”
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“Pan­ther, do it now!”

Fish­er heard Grim’s call and dou­ble-tapped the trig­ger pad on his OPSAT. “Fire in the hole!”

The breach­ing charges det­o­nat­ed to­geth­er in a quick rip­ple of noise, and the sup­port­ing spars hold­ing up the an­ten­na came apart in twists of bro­ken met­al. The spin­dly mast lurched un­der its own weight, then tee­tered back­wards across the of­fice tow­er’s canted roof.

Fish­er dropped be­hind a ma­chine unit as the thing came down and broke apart, the anti-col­li­sion lights along its length go­ing dark. Thick ca­bles tore free from their mount­ings and whip-cracked through the air, arc­ing over his head. The an­ten­na broke its back across the roof, shred­ded wir­ing spit­ting blue sparks, pieces of it tum­bling over the edge and down to the street be­low.

- Firewall, Chapter 16