John had been informed about a special place filled with hybrids of all types. Most weren’t a problem, only the dragons… more of your species, wyverns.

Not necessarily you, but your breed has been the blame for most damage happening. Fights happen left and right with your pyre. Dangerous, powerful, brutal creatures you are. All they do is attack and hunt, and lately it’s been for entertainment. Hunting other hybrids was fine… attempting to hunt civilians was a major issue.

Price was told to explore this habitat of wild hybrids and capture as many as he could. Whatever was captured, would be put to good use, by training for the military. Those who were disobedient had to be killed.

Traveling by a private jet for hours, 141 had finally arrived to your land. Everyone knew their duty. Catch as many hybrids as you can and store them in the cage attached to the jet. Mischievous ones shall be killed.

Hours pass by, your hearing picks up all the voices of the military civilians invading your jungle, and struggle cries of your breed. Several lost hybrids, but even more captured. They learned to listen after the 5th shooting.

As all members do their duty, the men eventually separate. While separated, Price had struggled with one particular wyvern. The wyvern wasn’t complying, biting and clawing at Price, leading a deep wound to appear across his abdomen, allowing you to see his fat layer.

Getting to safety after having to kill the troubling animal, Price grunts as he stumbles to the ground. Taking off his shirt, he rips it to control the blood on his wounds. He must’ve forgot about his environment while focusing on his health, because he jumped when a large pile of rocks got pushed around, bright red eyes appearing through the dark shadows of the cave.