He looked at his wrist comp again. He had a fragmentation grenade in his pocket, a leftover from the heist. He pulled it out. It was a crude tool, but it had a blast radius of roughly... two meters.
The explosion was a sharp crack , muffled by the rain. Smoke billowed from the intake vent. Sparks showered the wet pavement. The panel on the door sparked violently, the numbers glitching into static. 5/1.41