Time always seemed to have two separate settings when you were waiting for something. It either slowed down to a crawl, and you were going out of your skin waiting for whatever it was that you wanted to happen, or it sped by so fast you got whiplash.
For me, right now, it was the first option. I needed the idiots to hurry up and leave so that I could try and find the blueprints, but they had put their feet up and were just shooting the shit.
Literally. Greg, the guard in charge of the monitors, had put his feet up on his desk right beside the keyboard and was leaning so far back in his chair that I was surprised he hadn't fallen backward yet.
'If we are just going to sit here, might I suggest dinner and a snack?' pipped up my mouse and I could see her huffing out a breath in frustration.