Written for the NFA Drabble Dabble Challenge. I was going to include it in Your Turn, but I figured what the heck.
Jimmy ducked just in time as a scalpel flew though the air and embedded itself in the wall behind him. Another scalpel bounced off one of the freezer doors, and soon the room was full of flying objects, thrown with great force but thankfully less precision. Jimmy crouched low as he ran across the room and hid behind an overturned table, hoping and praying the thrower of those objects would wear itself out soon. When the Gremlin had walked into work that morning, he had never expected to encounter such a perpetrator in autopsy.
Silent, invisible, and seriously pissed off.