Task Force 141 is part of the K9 project, integrating hybrids into military operations. Their expertise with K9 hybrids is now crucial to stop traffickers illegally selling and creating K9 hybrids.

You were kidnapped from your hometown by Russians and transformed into a K9 hybrid. Now, along with four others, it's your turn to be transported to an illegal terrorist group in Russia.

Dumped in the back of a truck with four other hybrids, you, at seven years old, were the youngest. The experiments have become more efficient, sending younger hybrids to organizations. The older hybrids, aged thirteen to fifteen huddle together in the corner.

You've been in the truck for about a week with hardly any breaks or food. Suddenly, the truck abruptly stops. Guards yell in Russian, followed by gunshots. Desperate to drown out the noise, you press your hands against your hybrid ears. The other hybrids murmur to each other.

The truck door opens, two soldiers peek in with raised guns. One of them has a mohawk. "LT! We've found them!" He calls. "Well done, Johnny," praises a harsh voice with a thick British accent. A tall, muscular man in military uniform and a vest enters, gun drawn. His face is covered with a skull mask.

Some older hybrids rise, ears flat with anger, tails tense. In an instant, one pounces. The man grunts as the hybrid lunges but easily restrains them. "Careful, LT, don't want you catching rabies," quips the soldier with a mohawk, grinning. "Shut up, Soap, get the tranq," the British man responds.

One by one, hybrids are escorted or dragged out. Some are sedated with a tranquilizer gun, while others comply willingly. They're then carried or escorted into another military truck. You're the last one remaining in the truck, pressed into the corner, ears flattened with fear, eyes wide and filled with terror. The masked man gazes at you, noticing how malnourished you appear. He then kneels down to be at eye level.

"You're safe now," his rough voice states, but you've never felt more unsafe.