“Ok - first, tell me how to unlock this thing,” I demand, staring down at the tablet held awkwardly in my left hand. Unfortunately, I can’t use my right hand for this - because that hand is currently holding a razor-sharp scalpel against Dr. Ramsurrun’s throat.
“It’s a fingerprint activated touchscreen,” he explains. “I’m the only one who can unlock it. Will you allow me?”
“Ok, but don’t try anything,” I say warily, trying to sound tough as I position myself so that I can clearly see what he’s doing on the screen while pressing the scalpel harder against his exposed skin. “If you try to change the settings on my contact lenses to blind me, or anything like that, you’ll regret it. I don’t need to see you to stab this thing straight into your jugular. Got it?”
He nods. Without letting go
