Vlad stays seated, turning his head to look into the endless darkness that stretches out in front of them. It sounded like nothing. Usually nothing comes this close to a station, especially in a place like this with such tight security. “There is always something out there,” he replies offhandedly, not seeming to worry too much about it.<br/><br/>The most exciting thing to happen on guard posts are the occasionally people who has somehow managed to get lost, and manages to wander to another station. While the tunnels here are considered a high traffic place, it is very rare to see people come through here who are not from another Red Line station. “It was probably just an echo from Ploshchad Revolyustii.” Maybe somebody dropped something on the other station, sending an echo ripped through the tunnel. He considers them to be relatively safe here. Maybe it is a mistake, a foolish thing to feel, but he is an old man.