The sensor reads my palm, and the door to my safe room unlocks.
I ignore the monitors, step past the wall of firearms, and pull open the closet at the back of the room.
It takes me a second to find it, but the spoof laptop is where I left it. Slender ceramic knives exactly where I left them, hidden within.
If shit gets loud, Iâll be able to get a gun off someone. But I like having my own weapons at the ready.