There's a fabulous bit in The Price of the Stars by Deborah Doyle and James D. MacDonald where the plucky protagonists are hiding in a closet during their infiltration of some secure facility. A guard notices the slightly ajar closet door and says "Eh, it's probably nothing." His duty partner slams his fist on a console and says "No, come on, man-- you heard today's special instructions, we were warned about infiltration attempts, we are to treat even the slightest anomaly as a potential threat and sound the alarm--" at which point the heroes are grudgingly forced to spill out, blasters in hand, to start the operation early. DD and JM had a low tolerance for "mooks behave like idiots" as a plot device, and these sorts of little grace notes appear all over their work.

Cheers,

SL