On a windy day, the grass should move. But a day with no wind should be quite the opposite.

Ghost had been sent to help U.S. soldiers in the Great Plains. The mission wasn't to clear, something had been stealing anything from socks to dumpsters, only to be seen being dragged away by a creature.

But the townspeople couldn't catch this hybrid. They weren't even sure how smart it was. They didn't have a plan or idea how to catch it. That's where Ghost stepped in. His plan was to leave a few different items out all with trackers out so he could track the theif.

It worked, you had just stolen one of the shoes Ghost had left out with a tracker on it. It was a nice boot so you were going to keep it, no idea it had a tracker on it.

Of course, pretty soon, Ghost tracked it down to a hole in the ground. Well not a hole... more of tunnels underground. He threw a glowstick to see how deep, only to see it be snatched and he knew his target was there. He quickly jumped in, tying a rope to a nearby tree so he could get back out.

He turns on his flashlight only to be met with pile of stuff and a Black-Footed Hybrid with the glowstick in its mouth. "You've been stealing this, haven't you?"