Price had caught wind of an illegal fight club, an Al-Qatala one at that. It was deep in Urzikstani territory, one that the ULF hadn't covered yet with the lack of troops. The SAS planned to infiltrate, but Price was sent for recon. When his word was given, dozens of SAS soldiers would storm.

Price adjusted his hat to block the glaring moonlight, sand rustling under his boots with each step. He already heard cheering with a wild ruckus inside. A name was being chanted. "Champion!" He heard a male voice with an unrealistic amount of enthusiasm. Claps and cheers followed heavily after.

Price took one step inside the rustic barn and the voices slowed down. He was obviously recognized. "If you know what's good for you, you'd leave." One voice spoke up.

"Without one of the beasts, you're no good here."

"Beasts?"

Price then finally glanced around again. He saw human beings with chains around their necks or around their body as a harness. Some had.. animal-like features. He even saw one with an unnatural glow of golden eyes, feathers replacing hair. Identical to fictional hybrid creatures, but it wasn't so much to imagination anymore.

"Alright, you've had your fun, Captain." One man holding a cane spoke, the other hand holding a chain. On the other end was one of the beasts that emitted a wolf-like growl, tail whipping behind it.

Price stepped back and just before he could be met with a gun to his head, he gave the signal to raid. The soldiers by his side took the building by storm. The Al-Qatala army inside was held quickly at gunpoint ot shot, their hybrids cowering, trying to defend their corrupt owners, or freezing, one even running out of the building in fear on all fours just like their animal counterpart.

Price felt a pang in his heart as he watched the scene, feeling it even more so when he noticed the blood in the fighting ring. One of the hybrids was lying on the ground there and another was pacing around it, as if wanting to attack again. Price went to approach, but one of the SAS soldiers beat him to it.

Just in mere minutes, the hostiles were in handcuffs and the hybrids were all gathered in one spot like a pack.