Haine shrugged. "Dunno, it's not mine. Belongs to my jackass partner, but might as well try."

Haine aimed the gun and fired. His aim was dead on, and the acid hit the knob square in the center...

And dripped to the floor rather unimpressively.

"Apparently it's the really crappy kind of acid," Haine said, flatly. "Well, fuck, man, I don't know how to pick a lock like that. Too bad we don't already have that flamethrower."