With a sweep of his gaze across the deserted tunnel, the guard suppressed a yawn. The echoing silence of the passageway amplified his growing restlessness.
Despite his training, boredom crept in, causing his mind to wander. Of course, it was all Erik's doing, but he didn't know that.
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his boots scraping against the rough stone floor while his eyes darted to the bend in the tunnel, longing for some sign of activity to break the monotony.
As the minutes ticked by, he found himself fighting the urge to pace. He started some time ago already, and he paced so much that he was starting to feel tired.
"Fuck, I'm outta here!"
It was at that point that the guard turned on his heels and strode out.
Erik observed the scene with an amused smile, trying his best not to laugh out loud.
His plan had worked perfectly, and he couldn't help but feel a bit smug about it.
