Terminator 3: Hunt

	“I have passive sensors all along the outside of the house. Standard pressure sensors. Nothing could get up to those windows.”
	“What do you bet, Mears?”
	“How about your life, Lieutenant?”
	“Against your job? I’ll take that bet. Have you ever heard of a technique by which a laser can be directed against a glass surface to measure infinitesimal vibrations in the glass? And those measurements processed to re-create the sounds, including human voices, that caused them?”
	Mears was silent. But his eyes, widening slightly, told the entire story to Sato. No, I hadn’t.
	“Several times a week, you’ve taken Lana up to your hideaway, read your books, spent time with her, talked to her. You talked to her about Earle’s expedition—and Benson’s. About the back door and the briefcase nukes. The day before yesterday you told her about Gwendolyn Drew, the woman we’re looking for. And you told Skynet. All without meaning to.”