The trio kept near Gunray's cell but made sure they were a safe distance from it as well. The hours passed slowly for them, and they began to get stiff and hot in the suits. Dooku finally sat down against the wall and pulled his helmet off. His was sweating profoundly, so much so that his hair was mattered and some was stuck to his forehead. He sighed and blinked painfully as some sweat ran into his eyes.

"How do they do this all day? How do they run in this?" he said, though it was difficult, for his mouth felt as dry as sand.

Obi-Wan and Mace sat on either side of him and pulled their own helmets off, also sweating.

"I don't know, but I do have a lot more respect for them," Obi-Wan wheezed.

Commander Cody came to them. He handed them a canteen of water. They each took a drink then handed it back.

"All right, we need to get back in position," Dooku said.

Obi-Wan groaned but allowed Cody to help him up. He turned and helped Mace while Cody offered his hand to Dooku. The Chancellor was surprised when Cody hauled him to his feet with little difficulty. He was taller and heavier than the clones, yet Cody hadn't seemed to have a problem pulling him.

The trio put their helmets back on and continued their walking.

Night soon came, and there was no sign of Grievous.

Dooku had never been so stiff in his life as he was right now. Nor had he ever been so hot. He sat against the wall again, pulling his helmet off with a sigh. It was a little easier for Mace and Obi-Wan, for they were much younger, but Dooku was starting to feel his years because of the suit. He sighed again, leaned his head back against the wall, enjoying how cool it was, and closed his eyes.

Obi-Wan went to check on him a few moments and discovered the old man to be asleep. He looked at Cody, who had come over. The clone commander was smiling slightly.

"Let him sleep for a bit, sir," Cody said.

Obi-Wan nodded and went back to Mace.

Dooku woke up a few moments later, however, when he fell over. He sighed and got up, putting his helmet back on. He found himself wishing that Grievous would just show up already.

Just then, Grievous jumped down from the air shaft, lightsabers blazing. The three men flew into action, their own 'sabers igniting. The cyborg general blocked their attacks. Their attacks and movements were clumsy due to their soreness from the armor, and this allowed Grievious to gain the upperhand. He threw them back and began cutting down the clones that tried to stop him.

Dooku ripped the armor from his body with the Force and, ignoring the wonderful feeling of being free of it, lunged at Grievous. His grace soon returned, and Grievous began to struggle. Obi-Wan and Mace pulled their armor off as well and joined the fight. Grievious managed to push the huge durasteel door on top of them and escaped with Gunray.

Dooku cursed as they lifted the door off with the Force. They got up.

"That definitely could have gone better," Obi-Wan said.

The Chancellor shot him a look that instantly stopped anything else he might have said after that.

Dooku was furious and humiliated that his plan had failed. The surviving clones were quick to move out of his way as he made his way out of the dungeon.