"Oh, look," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice, "sounds like someone is home. I wonder who that could be?" He nodded off toward the door and the locks began to click, flipping their way open for him without any trouble at all. Then the door flew open and Sam, standing just a few feet away from the doorway, squinted inside and moved forward. He stepped into the apartment and his eyes flashed over to where Heather was standing. She had a gun. That was cute.
"Oh! Heather! I thought you weren't going to be home tonight?" As calm as ever, he turned away from her and shut the door behind him.