The one holding the needle

You reach out your mind towards the one who held the needle. Your body passes out once again like the first time, only this time you do not lose control over your target. You look around at the two other scientists there, a grin forming on your victims chapped lips as you look down towards the needle held in your hand. You would need to neutralise the two others in the room before you can free yourself however. A scalpel rests on a tray beside your normal body along with some other medical tools.