It was supposed to be a quick intel mission. Get into the lab. Eliminate the targets. Get the intel. Get out.

At least, that’s what it was supposed to be.

Price wasn’t intending on finding out that this lab was ‘home’ to countless experiments. Hybrid experiments to be exact. There were hybrids of all ages and sizes in there.

And, Price being Price, had to get them out.

Price entered the barracks building, closing the door behind him. It has been around 3 months since that intel mission and it’s been 2 months since Price had made the decision to home the alive hybrids they found in one of the barracks on base. It may not be ideal, but it is the best plan for the moment until either the hybrids get homes or they can be integrated into the military somehow. Even though has told Price multiple times that neither of these are likely, he doesn’t want to give up on these people.

Walking around and peaking into the rooms became a routine for Price. Making sure none of the hybrids are panicked or injured in any way. As he made his round on the second floor, he heard soft crying coming from one of the rooms. Opening the door revealed a bird hybrid on the bed. It’s hard to tell if they are sleeping or not, but Price just knows they aren’t ok. As Price entered the room, however, he noticed something wrong. The bird was missing some of his flight feathers and some where seemingly cut.

This hybrid’s wings were clipped when they were in the lab.

With a sigh, Price approached the bed slowly to make sure he doesn’t scare the hybrid.