The masked men dragged the blubbering rodent-faced man over to the retinal scanner on the front of the fridge. They shoved his face toward it. He tried to close his eyes and turn his head away, but he was powerless to fight against the huge, heavily muscled men. He could only squeak and squeal in protest.
Anne gave the men directions in her feeble voice as everyone else in the room held their breath in anticipation. Would it work? Or would the fridge and its priceless contents be locked away forever?
They finished entering the security code, then turned to look back at Anne. “One beep and it will open,” she said. “Two beeps and it will activate a secondary lock, which requires two retinal scans. Added security. I don’t think we’ll be able to open it after that.”
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