PI: Captain, I am ninety-five percent done with the quarantine rig.
All the triggers and detonators are set and cross-linked.
If anything goes pear-shaped in Quarantine Two, or if one of us pushes the panic button, the whole room flashes.
Assuming, of course, you get me the fifteen kilos of Burnex I asked for.
TAGON: Fifteen? I thought you said five.
PI: *over comm* Okay, ten. But that's my final offer.