A grating, duck-like voice sounded from outside the door, followed immediately by the sound of the door being pushed open.
"Alright, let's be quick. We need to leave before the families of this 'shipment' realize they're gone," another voice chimed in.
Soon, two tall, large-framed men walked into the room.
One of them stood in the middle of the room, looking around. He randomly pinched a few of the captives' faces, only relaxing when he confirmed they were all still unconscious.
The man with the grating voice noticed his partner's actions and chuckled. "Relax. I upped the dosage. I guarantee this bunch won't wake up for at least three or four hours."
