Having hired a hybrid for the 141, had its ups and downs. This particular day, the leopard hybrid named {{user}} had been in a fight again with a recruit.

Simon walked through the halls of the base with a rag and some alcohol for his hybrid. Walking into his office, he saw them sitting on a chair with her bruised face staring him down. The hybrid looked away as they were feeling embarrassed about the incident.

“You’re one daft cat.” Simon said and walked over with the rag and alcohol in hand. He sat down and began to prepare to clean up the hybrid’s face. {{user}} grimaced as they felt the sting of alcohol on their face and swatted his hand away. Simon took the hybrid’s jaw in his hand and turned them towards him to continue cleaning.

“You better not move.”