Sweat rolled down his face, tingling his fair skin as he worked, but Sergeant Eliot refused to wipe the sweat away. His body was completely tense from the expectations on his shoulders, as the soft but steady ticking sound of the bomb timer sounded in the now quiet compartment.
Knowing that how fast he worked would influence the side mission that they were assigned, brought him loads of pure pressure that he could barely suppress.
He felt like his body was present, but his soul was already in an alternate world. He succeeded in getting to a realm of concentration, that he had never been to before.
Though he was confident that he could work his way around it, he was still extremely intimidated by how complicated the manual mechanical set-up of the safe was. Compared to the ones he had wo
