Algor Imprisoned Men In Grey

Mr Bee and Mr Freeman thrown into jail, prison cells made of glass and all that. Zafran in one of the cells with his face in crossed arms:

Mr Bee guards still holding him while waiting for mirrors to slide by their thumbprints.

"I remember these cages, when were they made?"

"Yesterday!"

"Hands-off you freaks!"

Guards wearing strange masks with goggles and Swat written on their jackets spraying a green gas. As soon as Zafran was trying to stand up he fell like the other two and the gas made him unconscious.

Mr Freeman wakes up looking all were in three different cages, still able to communicate and there were some small spaces to give them food and all that with washrooms at the back side hidden.

"What.…what just happened?"

Zafran sitting in the same position at the right side in his cell face up now but arms crossed and sleeves up.

"Asalam O Alaikum!"

"Walaikum Asalam."