It took less than five seconds for him to eat the whole thing. Possibly a few more due to the pieces sticking to his teeth. His face contorted with the effort and Gray laughed at him. “Here, wash it down with this” he said, handing over a small carafe of water. Wilson gratefully accepted the drink and managed to get his collar very wet. “Gawd, that tastes awful.” He growled sorely, “Must be that ink. It’s so foul.” Gray smiled at him patiently, “Small price to pay for security, though. Not even a hopper could piece that back together now, no matter how long they tried.” Wilson just grunted. He was rolling his tongue around his mouth in an effort to be rid of the metalic taste. Gray got up from his chair and walked swiftly to the door. He pressed his ear against it, and Wilson tensed in his seat. “What is it?” Wilson whispered. Gray closed his eyes tightly, his ear still hard against the solid oak door. Wilson began to rise from his own seat, bumping it clumsily and causing it to upset behind him. Gray stood up sharply and looked at Wilson with an odd grin. “I’ll see you in an hour. Don’t forget to call Benson and tell him the news.” As the door closed behind Gray, Wilson looked after him, puzzled and still tense. News? There was no news. They were still waiting. Still sitting in this dirty hotel room with no heating.