Drell paced his cell. It had been three days since anyone had come in besides the guards bringing them food. He was hungry. They only gave them one meal a day. When he asked for more, the guards told him that prisoners only got one meal a day.
Gaf watched his brother, not saying anything. He remembered that Council Leader Niki had told them that the dome would be done in three days. They had just received their third meal, telling him that it had been three days already. The dome should be finished, and they will be sent to the surface soon.
Gaf watched the door to the cell's long hallway slide smoothly open. Council Leader Nicki, Fleet Commander Lerian, and two guards walked in. They were heading toward Drell's cell. At least that's what it looked like.
The group stopped in front of their cells. They turned not to Drell's cell but to his instead.
"Stand with your wrists out," one of the guards ordered.
