Harsh summer sun beamed down on her exposed neck, sweat springing instantly to her brow. Razz peered through the glare to the tightly locked prefab building in front of her. She eyed the windowless metal box and her target; the laminated wood door, a relic of the last mining boom. Clenching her sweaty fingers around the smooth edges of the lithium battery, she willed this to work. Outdated tech like this was prone to overheating, and it was all they had.
This had to work, surely.
Sliding up alongside the prefab, metal radiating a heat greater even than the air that almost sizzled around her, Razz fumbled the sweat-slick battery onto the lip of the doorknob, hissing as her fingers grazed the hot metal. It had to work. They needed this intel. Though why they were keeping it in an outdated metal coffin on the outskirts of a bustling mining site was anyone’s guess.
Stepping back a few paces, away from the scorching metal, she waited. Hand shading her eyes, she glanced around, assuring herself she was alone. Soon, a faint fizzing could be heard over the indistinct hum of a baking landscape; the buzz of flies, the rustle of hot wind through the scant vegetation, the distant sound of heavy machinery. It was working.
And it was; with a sharp bang, and a flash of flame and smoke, the battery exploded, taking with it a chunk of the door. The lock was a twisted mess of metal hanging from the door jamb. Not subtle perhaps, but Razz had no use for hairpins, no knowledge of lock picking regardless, and, well…blowing stuff up was her business, after all.
She shifted the ruin of the door, and ducked inside.
I ought to point out that I have no idea whether lithium ion battery as explosive lock pick would actually work – I know they can explode, and it sure gets hot enough in Australia to heat up metal like that…but yeah. No idea. Plot holes abound, I’m certain – so sue me, this is the first vaguely involved piece of fiction I’ve written in a while. Rejoice, ye writing muses.