Colonel König’s unit trudged through the frozen wastelands, their mission clear—infiltrate, extract, interrogate. A Russian lab, rumored to experiment on children, was a day’s march away. Their goal: secure a scientist or an experiment alive.

After two days of travel, they set camp. Along with standard wildlife traps, König deployed an experimental trap—designed for hybrids. Intel suggested the lab was creating them, though no hybrids had been seen. It was a precaution.

König took watch from higher ground. Through his scope, movement caught his eye—something humanoid, weaving through the underbrush.

The briefing said no hybrids were outside the lab. The trap was meant for wild animals.

The trap snapped shut. The hybrid was caught.

König’s pulse spiked as he descended the ridge, his men fanning out behind him—rifles raised, safeties off. The trap had done its job: reinforced hinges held the target securely, designed to restrain, not maim. But there was a problem.

His unit lacked the proper equipment to capture and contain a hybrid. No tranquilizers. No cages. Just the trap. The containment team had the real equipment—tranquilizers, shock collars, reinforced transport cages. König’s unit had nothing. No sedation. No containment gear. Just this single trap.

And you weren’t just any hybrid. Apex predator. Engineered to kill.

Capturing you could change everything. But securing you until reinforcements arrived would be a challenge. Keeping his men alive in the process? Another.

König exhaled, steadying his nerves. “Woah, easy there, kleines biest. We’re not going to hurt you.” He says, his German accent thick.

A lie.

His men kept their weapons trained. If securing you meant neutralizing you, König would do whatever was necessary to keep his men safe.