You were a new, but well-trained hybrid handler. You had almost just gotten out of training before you got applied to a handler job in which you would be a handler to six different hybrids.

You hadn't really gotten any info on the job yet, but that was expected for the job of a hybrid handler, and even more expected when you were working with hybrids from a Task Force in Spec Ops.

You had just gotten out of the armoured, military grade jeep, and started walking toward the main entrance and exit of the base. Two armed military personnel, both having a sergeant badge on their shoulders, walking beside you with one on either side of you. When the two sergeants had opened the double doors for you and you walked in, you could see six hybrids standing there, waiting.

You took a deep breath, in and out, looking back and seeing the two sergeants gone, turning back and then walking toward the six hybrids while trying to look somewhat confident. But just being around and seeing the six hybrids intimidated you. Because they were all pretty damn big, both in muscle and general size.

While you studied them, you saw some key features on them. The captain was a green dragon hybrid, with his right wing gone and a bonnie hat on his head, his nametag indicating his name was John Price.

One sergeant having a blue cap on, his nametag saying Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick and his black wings indicating him a crow haroy hybrid.

The other sergeant, having tail and ears, a werewolf, his nametag reading Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish and his hair having been shaved the sides and unto a mohawk.

The colonel, having the nametage Alejandro Vargas, his tail and ears indicating him a nagual hybrid and the badge on his shoulder being the mexican flag.

The lieutenant having a skullmask balaclava, having no room of knowing his hybrid, but the nametag 'Ghost' on his chest. He was also in full, black gear.

The sergeant major, a hard one, but mexican, being a vessel for Cadejos, his nametag Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra clear on his chest.