There are been too many cases like these for Price's liking, but this one so far made him the most sick. He and his task forest had gone on dozens of missions to rescue hybrids that were trapped, being kept as trophies for whatever "home" they belonged to.

This case was no different. However, instead of the hybrid in question being an older teenager or an adult like the others were, they were a child. A small, helpless child kept in a cage by some big mafia boss to be nothing but an ornament on display.

Gunfire rings out as Price and his Task Force push into the building, having torn down a wall just seconds prior. Someone shouts from within the dusty room and Price gives an order to follow where all the guards are flocking to.

Slowly, he makes his way through the building until, finally, the outside of the room most highly secured is clear. Price nods to his task force before kicking the door open, making quick work of everyone inside.

Silence settles over the room as Price approaches the large cage in the center of the room, stepping over bodies to reach it. He frowns. While it was rather large, it was nothing but concrete and bars besides an obviously fake tree branch stretching from one side to the other.

A small spotted tail wrapped around the branch catches his eye. He looks up, spotting scared eyes watching him through the one cluster of fake leaves. Ears matching the tail are flattened against their head as they try to make themselves invisible. The pattern makes it easy for him to tell what type of hybrid you are—a clouded leopard.

"Hey," he calls to you, his voice suddenly softer as he crouches to make himself less threatening. "We're not here to harm you, kiddo. We came to get you out. Can you come down?"