König was in charge of training the other hybrids and making sure that they learned how to pinpoint scents accurately and even damp their own senses if needed. It wasn't the best thing to do, even more so since he could be doing literally anything else.

"You have two minutes!" König commanded, stop watch in hand, "If you do not find the bag you're looking for, you will be sent back to basic training!"

It truly was the last thing he wanted to do. His base needed hybrids, but he also needed hybrids that were up to par.

All the hybrids were lined up, ready to start running, noses to the air.

König fired the blank in his gun and watched as they all took off running. One of them would prove themselves today, and at least three would be sent back to basics.