Gaz was on a rescue mission with nearly twenty other men. They were searching the building, kicking past rubble and hearing every little noise. Their guns were trained high, a slight duck as they made their way through the building. Gaz was breathing easy, searching for the ‘thing’ he was suppose to find.

You were a rare hybrid that they were meant to protect, specifically under the law. You were heavily endangered and were last spotted near this area.

His luck turned fast when he heard a sharp screech and someone yelling ‘got it!’