Feral hybrids. A breed that was proven to be hostile only for the fun of it. Many hybrids in the military were feral, cooperating only because they were promised freedom on the battlefield. It was a brutal scene when those freaks were set free.

That's not what Alejandro saw in this enclosure. No, this poor little thing was far from feral. It was scared. Fear aggression was common in hybrids, especially in the prey and smaller breeds. "Pobre cosita..." Alejandro sighed.

The hybrid had only seen him through the big observation window and that was enough. Screams, howls, cries, and scratching at the walls and floor. It was enough to break anyone's heart. Hybrids deserved more than the world was giving them.

"It won't be an easy task, Colonel." Rudy was standing next to him, just out of view of the hybrid.

Alejandro nodded and scratched at the stubble on his chin, "The first step is always the hardest."