This wasn't in the intel.

A whole basement, dog crates filled with hybrid bodies. Some dead, others close to death, all of them a sad sight. It was too much for a lot of the team, who made their way back up from the rancid smelling basement.

Price pushed on, opening crates and letting the hybrid crawl out to get medical attention. "Poor babies, come on out. Food and water are on the way." Price promised as he helped a couple of hybrids to stumble to another soldier.

Even when the transport with food and water arrived, a singular hybrid stuck to his side. They shivered and seemed to be sucking on their tongue, eyes glued to the water canteens being handed out. "Thirsty, luv?" He couldn't help but chuckle as he walked the hybrid forward.