Time ticked by, dragging into the wee hours of the morning.
The trio huddled together, ostensibly catching some sleep, but in reality, Balfour and Elton lay with their ears pricked up, attuned to every little sound outside.
Of the three, only Victoria had succumbed to sleep.
The adrenaline rush from the day's harrowing events had given way to exhaustion, and she'd drifted off despite herself.
Elton watched over Victoria, her brow furrowed even in slumber, with a pang of tenderness.
After all, this was the only shot they had.
It was only when the guards' snores filled the room that he dared open his eyes and met Balfour's gaze, equally alert.
"Wait a bit longer."
Balfour mouthed silently to him.
It was just past midnight; too early to make a move. The guards weren't yet in a deep sleep. The best time to escape would be between 1 am and 3 am.
"Got it." Elton gestured, feigning sleep once more.
Leaning against the wall, he felt a tightness in his chest and stiffness throughout his body from the awkward position, but he dared not move.
Sometimes, he struggled to breathe, finding a bit of comfort only in this cramped posture.
"Click—"
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