Triggers gas explosion

The other man peered through the dimness at the regulator, seeing the
warning plate bolted to the pipe that specifically said not to do what Jensen
was asking. “Are you c-crazy? This here’s a gas main. If there’s anything
still flowing through it—”

“There is.” Jensen cut him off, tapping on an old-style gauge that had a
needle gently twitching in the lower ranges of its dial. “Not full on, but
enough.”

“Oh, man.” Stacks raised his hands to his face, clasping it between his
spindly augmented fingers. “You wanna cause a leak, blow this place to
hell? How you gonna do that?”

Jensen reached into a pocket on his tactical vest and produced a flexible
rectangular pack filled with a blue gel. “This is a remote-detonated
explosive. We plant it, get the hell out and then…” He spread his hands.
“That’ll bring the whole building down on the heads of those idiots
upstairs.” Jensen nodded. “That’s the idea.”

- Deus Ex: Black Light, Chapter 6 pgs. 104-105

Stacks gasped with pain and snatched at Jensen’s armor vest, grabbing
the firing key for the remote detonator. “I got this,” he choked. “You go.
You go, brother, you stop it. You stop it all!” The gang members were close,
just seconds away.

“I will,” he said, with a grim nod. Jensen rose up, catching the stink of
the leaking gas in his nostrils. He broke into a sprint back across the
chamber, shoving his way through the dangling racks. There was yelling
and gunshots behind him as a few of the more daring MCBs ventured into
the room, searching for targets.

He didn’t see if Stacks triggered the detonator deliberately, or if it was
some random nerve impulse that contracted his mechanical hand, but there
was a sudden hammer of noise and fire at his back that pushed him up and
off his feet, straight into the other doors at the far end of the recycling bay.
Jensen came through them like a cannonball, his eye shields snapping
shut to protect him from the blast as he spun through the air. A fat plume of
orange fire and black smoke followed him into the area past the bay,
emerging across from a loading dock laden with empty polymer crates that
scattered under the force of the explosion.

The world spun madly around him and Jensen collided with a storage
rack that broke apart beneath him. The shrill ringing of the concussion
echoed through his ears. Even with the aural augmentations in his skull, for
long seconds all Jensen could hear was a high-pitched tone and a broken,
random buzzing that made his jawbone itch.

As he hauled himself up, ignoring the sharp flares of pain across his
body, the buzzing resolved itself into Pritchard’s voice. “Jensen? Jensen,
respond! I lost all the cameras, I don’t have any visuals…”

“Still here,” he grunted. “Stacks… He took another way out.”

“Oh.” The bleak import of Jensen’s words hung in the air. “All right. You
need to get moving. Red flags are springing up all across the utility grid in
that area, the fire from that explosion is only going to spread…” He paused,
and Jensen took the moment to get his bearings.

As Pritchard noted, the fire from the ruptured gas main was quickly
taking hold, and the MCBs in the loading area had lost all sense of purpose
other than self-preservation. Jensen caught sight of Cali, shouting at another
of the gangers to get the last of their spoils on to the trucks, rather than
abandon them to the flames.

- Deus Ex: Black Light, Chapter 6 pgs. 109-110