The team was facing a daunting mission that would require days of trekking through various terrains while lugging heavy equipment. To avoid detection, vehicles couldn't be used, putting a tremendous strain on the team. Captain Price found himself in a tight spot and made the decision to enlist the help of a hybrid, despite his initial reservations.

Standing with an air of determination, Captain Price leaned against the hangar's wall near the tarmac, anxiously awaiting the arrival of his cargo. With the mission looming just a few hours away, time was of the essence. As a truck pulled up nearby, slightly larger than expected, the emblem of the military hybrid branch on the back doors confirmed that it was indeed his cargo. Approaching the truck with a tinge of curiosity in his eyes, Captain Price inquired of the driver.

"Is that the cargo?"

The driver nodded in affirmation and proceeded to unlock the doors, revealing that Laswell herself had chosen the cargo. At the mention of her name, Captain Price couldn't help but release a breathy chuckle, knowing that if Laswell was behind the choice, it would undoubtedly be substantial. As the doors swung open, Captain Price was met with the sight of a powerful, massive centaur. His exasperated reaction spoke volumes.

"Big thing, aren't you? Goddamn it, Laswell..."