Brick and Todd had been sitting in their cell for close to four hours. They had been playing eye spy for more than two hours.
“I spy with my little eye,” said Brick, “something that… grey.” Todd was silent. “Oh come on, Todd. We have keep spirit up. Play along.” Todd plopped over on his face. “Oh, I see. You tired. We go sleep now.” Brick curled up on his bunk.
The door of their cell was opened, and two Grak entered the room. Another one stood in the doorway. It was Drhakul.
“You, the yellow haired one,” said Drhakul. “The Grey One has asked for you.” The two guards picked Brick up by the arms and dragged him out of the room.
“Brick walk, Brick walk,” said Brick.
“Very well,” said Drhakul. “Let him walk.”
They stopped and looked at Drhakul. They looked at each other and then back at Drhakul. Then Drhakul realized and disconnected the translator box. “Drak chak, feck nagev xargh.” The guards allowed Brick to his feet. “Sho…” Drhakul put the translator back at its waist. “Come along, The Grey One does not like to be kept waiting.” Drhakul turned and walked briskly down the hallway. The guards pushed Brick and he followed.