Inquisition Strikes Back...or does it?

She moved silently through the darkened warehouse. The heretics reportedly got hold of a shipment of the most blasphemous contraband.
Security measures, although quite heavy, were no problem. She was the top agent of the Italian Inquisition, after all.
And there it was. A medium-sized shipping container.
As she touched the lid, she suddenly found herself on the ground, twitching as waves of electricity ran through her body.
"I'm afraid our pineapple is not here." said a disembodied voice from a radio.
"We will prevail. And where you see one crate, I see four."
"Get it? C-4."
Everything went white.