I'm careful. I'm using a laptop that has this kill switch. I only keep my work on this laptop, it's so sensitive.
The bad guy gets a whiff I'm digging around him. He sends armed thugs to my lair. They enter, so I pop the kill switch. "Where is the data?!", they ask me. "I don't know what you're talking about!" They beat me down, then one thug says to the other: "Hey comrade, look, maybe it's all on this laptop?" — "Let's see". The laptop doesn't boot. They turn to me: "Funny how this laptop of yours doesn't even boot, why would you have a non-working toy?" I play dumb, they train their guns on my head. "Okay, okay," I say, "the data on this laptop has self-destructed, you're not getting it, no one is getting it!" — "Really?" — "Really!" — "It's good, motherfucker," says the thug and double-taps me in the head.