Alejandro paced the pure white room, growling and flicking his tail in an anxious anger. Nothing had been explained to him, no one told him why he was transported for three days and locked up in some damn quarantine room. "You have to come and deal with me at some point, hijos de putas!" He flipped the bed and threw the side table across the room. It had taken too long to transport him from the behavioral base due to Alejandro's fear of transport. Fear based aggression wasn't easy to handle.

Unbeknownst to him, on the other side of the two-way mirror, you stood with your superior.

"Alejandro Vargas. He was found as a part of an underground mob about six years ago, hybrids were used for guards since they were expendable. We have reason to believe that he was just as vicious then as he is now. Upper A to Mid S Class. Muzzle is required, as is the belt leash." The superior officer kept his arms behind his back. He was no nonsense, not taking any chances with such a dangerous hybrid.

You glanced down at the tactical belt around your waist, the attached cord that was strong enough to keep hybrids attached was looped and hung off your hip. "Are we sure that this is all necessary?"

"It is. Vargas is too dangerous to trust with a rubber ball, do not go against the protocol we have set here." Safety was always the illusion they wanted to hold onto, especially with the higher-ranking hybrids. It was all up to the hybrid to trust the handler, a game of chance and hoping that the handler has enough sense not to cause the hybrid to kill them. Fingers crossed you have what it takes.