5/1.41

The readout on the door panel flickered. Detected: 4 Units. Required: 5 Units. Deficit: 1 Unit. Current Ratio: 4/5. (0.8) Required Threshold: 5/1.41.

"Five," Kael lied. His heart hammered against his ribs. 5/1.41

That was his quota. Five canisters of unrefined Hydro-Gel, stolen from the syndicate runners. He currently had four. The readout on the door panel flickered

Kael took his knife and jammed it into the input circuit. "Read the fifth one," he growled, twisting the blade. The system was hallucinating now, the sensors fried and screaming. " he growled

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.