" and evasions.” Now the voice sounded faintly abashed. “I’m sorry, Miss Mason. We didn’t think … just a moment.” The intercom clicked off, leaving me in silence once again. I stayed where I was, and kept waiting. The sound of a hydraulic lock unsealing broke the quiet. I turned to see a small panel slide open above the door, revealing a red light. It turned green and the door slid smoothly open, revealing a skinny, nervous-looking man in a white lab coat, eyes wide "

― Mira Grant , Blackout (Newsflesh, #3)