Eric lifts an eyebrow and looks at the guard in front if him.
"You heard her," he says. It doesn't get a reaction. He sighs.
"Look here, my office is located down the hall. There's one door only and no windows. It'll make your job easier. And give us some - privacy."
The guard glances at Pam. Then at Eric, He gives one of the others a nod and off he goes, presumably to check out the office. He returns and ten minutes (and a phone all to Nan Flanagan because they are all worthless, ball-less fucks) later, the coffins are moved.
They walk down the hall and into the office. The door is shut behind them.
Eric pinches the bridge of his nose and says, "Go to coffin, Pam. It's almost dawn." He sounds worn.
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"You heard her," he says. It doesn't get a reaction.
He sighs.
"Look here, my office is located down the hall. There's one door only and no windows. It'll make your job easier. And give us some - privacy."
The guard glances at Pam. Then at Eric,
He gives one of the others a nod and off he goes, presumably to check out the office.
He returns and ten minutes (and a phone all to Nan Flanagan because they are all worthless, ball-less fucks) later, the coffins are moved.
They walk down the hall and into the office. The door is shut behind them.
Eric pinches the bridge of his nose and says, "Go to coffin, Pam. It's almost dawn."
He sounds worn.